#the response I get “EWWWW THAT'S LIKE HIS DAD”

[rotisseries]

this is the most genuine emorion ive ever seen from dazai

what I'm saying

[tetsuswaifu]

Hey!!

Can you please write a one shot about husband!dad!kuroo with twin boys and pregnant!wife!reader.

Have a great day/night~

Game Night with the Family

word count: 781

a/n: omg heyyy ! we all know kuroo would be the ultimate dad, i picture him being so active in the kids lives and driving the minivan to games or whatever else the kids are into, like fully involved in the role and loving every second of it, and him being the sweetest husband to you as well. when your pregnant hes even more "please let me get it for you princess" typa shit, he meets every good expectation imo. thanks again for the request and i hope you also have a great day/night love ! 🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

The cozy living room was filled with the sound of cheerful chatter and the clatter of game pieces. It was family night, and the boys had decided that board games would be the activity. Ren and Leo, your six-year-old twin boys, were seated on the carpet, eagerly setting up the board game. Kuroo Tetsurō, ever the doting father, was busy organizing the game cards next to you on the couch, while you, his radiant pregnant wife, watched with a loving smile on your face.

"Daddy, are we going to play now?" Ren asked, his brown eyes wide with anticipation.

"Yeah, we're ready!" Leo added, bouncing with excitement.

Kuroo grinned at your boys, ruffling each of their hair. "Almost, guys. Just let me shuffle these cards, and we'll get started."

You chuckled, resting a hand on your belly. "You two are so excited. I wonder who's going to win?"

They both raised their arms and exclaimed, "I'm gonna win!" in unison. You and Kuroo both softly laughed at their eagerness.

Kuroo finished shuffling the cards and handed each boy a stack. "Alright, let's see who's the master of this game."

The boys scooted closer to the coffee table, ready to beat each other at the game. Kuroo's hand naturally found your thigh, giving it a few gentle squeezes. "How are you feeling, love?" he asked, his voice softening. His hazel eyes met yours, always full of endearment when he looked at you.

"Good," you replied, leaning in to give him a short kiss. "The baby's been active today."

Kuroo's eyes sparkled with affection. "Our little one's going to be a bundle of energy, just like their brothers."

As they started the game, the room filled with laughter and playful banter. Ren and Leo were fiercely competitive, but Kuroo and you always made sure to keep the atmosphere light and fun. Whenever it was the boys' turn, your husband would sneak a kiss on your cheek, making you giggle in response. He was so affectionate towards you, always making you feel loved and appreciated.

"You're distracting me," you teased, playfully leaning into him.

"Can't help it," he replied with a mischievous grin. "You're just too cute, my love."

Ren and Leo both said, "Ewwww!" in response but continued focusing on the game. They equally wanted to outdo their parents.

After a few rounds, you excused yourself to get some snacks from the kitchen. Kuroo followed you, wrapping his arms around you as you reached for the chips.

“Need any help, sexy?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You laughed, leaning back into him. “I think I can manage, but I do appreciate the offer,” you said, turning around to peck him on the lips.

Your husband couldn’t resist giving you a playful smack on the butt. “Just making sure you know how irresistible you are.”

“Tetsu!” you scolded lightly, barely holding in your smile. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," he winked at you, turning you around to kiss you properly. "I'm just so lucky to have you."

You both returned to the living room with snacks in hand, and the boys cheered at the sight of treats. The game resumed as you all began munching on the various snacks, the atmosphere filled with warmth and joy.

As the game night drew to a close, Ren and Leo were declared the winners, much to their delight. They celebrated by jumping up and down, high-fiving each other, then you and Tetsu.

"Good job, guys," Kuroo said, lifting each boy for a hug. "You beat us fair and square."

"We're the best!" Leo proclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

You laughed, ruffling his hair. "You boys did great. Now, how about we wind down with a story before bed?"

Ren and Leo nodded eagerly, and the family moved to the couch. Kuroo picked out a storybook, settling between his sons while you leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. As he read, his deep voice brought the characters to life, mesmerizing the twins.

The boys fell asleep quickly, resulting in the story being cut short. Kuroo carried them to their room, tucking them in with gentle kisses to their foreheads.

"Goodnight, Ren. Goodnight, Leo," he whispered. "Sweet dreams."

Returning to the living room, Kuroo found you waiting for him, your eyes filled with love. He sat beside you, pulling you into his arms.

"Tonight was perfect," you said softly, looking into his eyes.

"Every night with you is perfect," he replied, kissing you tenderly. "I can't wait for the baby to be part of this."

You embraced him in response, your family's future shining bright with endless possibilities.

[heejayy]

JJK || Birds and Bees

Warning: mentions teen pregnancy Characters: Nanami, Gojo, Geto (not proof read)

Nanami

It was late, and you and your husband were sitting on the couch watching a movie. The children were asleep, and you lay comfortably on your husband's chest, letting him gently stroke your back. Feeling his gentle touch made your eyes heavy, and you were about to fall asleep when you heard little pitter patters on the floor.

"Mommy, daddy!" You sat up, alarmed, when you heard your baby call for you.

"Yes, baby, what is wrong?" Nanami paused the movie and sat up with you, curious as to why his baby was up so late, running down the stairs. Perhaps a nightmare?

"Mama, I have a question," your daughter said, crawling onto the couch alongside you and her father.

"Y/d/n, you are supposed to be in bed. "Why are you up?" You inquired sternly, but it was not long before she looked up at you with her large doe eyes.

"I know mommy but where babies come from?" The living room went completely silent, your eyes slightly bulged while you and Nanami eyed each other. As parents you knew you’d have to explain this one day but not right now to your 4 year old daughter in the middle of the night wasn’t planned.

"Princess where'd did this question come from?" Nanami asked, pulling his little girl into his lap. "Did someone say something to you in school?" She shook her head, yes.

“Bryan said his mom was pregnant and that she wished for a baby.” You pursed your lips not sure what to say next.

“Well um…well-“

“Did you wish for me?”

“Yes! Yes, mommy and daddy wished for you and you appeared in mommies belly” Nanami smiled kissing the top of her head.

“Now little one you need to get back to bed” he stood up holding his little girl close to him, “I’m gonna go tuck her back in I’ll be back” you nodded as he left a kiss on you head.

“Mama?” Y/d/n yawned rubbing her tired eyes.

“Yes princess?”

“If I wish for a sisser will I get one?” You giggled at her slurring her words, “maybe but it might take some time.” Satisfied with your answer she laid her head back on her dad’s chest and with that he walked her back upstairs.

Gojo

“So y/s/n…how are things with you and your girlfriend?” You asked looking at your son through the rearview mirror.

"We're fine mom" You just picked him up from soccer practice, and you watched his girlfriend kissing him goodbye. Your son is now very responsible, and you and your husband taught him well, but you can't help but have a small voice in the back of your head nagging you about him maturing and entering a relationship.

"Oh, okay, I'm just asking," you continued to drive, tapping the steering wheel, trying to figure out how to approach this subject with your kid.

"Have you two um…ya know" you trailed off, feeling your stomach turn thinking of your baby doing anything like that.

"Have we what mom?" You hesitantly peered into the mirror; you're not sure why you were nervous; you're the parent, yet the whole situation seems awkward. "Have you and Nia had sex-"

"Moooom! "Come on!"

"Hey! I have to ask you’re a young man now, and you know how teenagers get.

“Ewwww!” As you pulled into your driveway your son hoped out the car with the speed of light, grabbed his gear and ran into the house. You ran after him still wanting an answer.

"Gojo!" Your husband stood at the top of the stairs with a concerned expression on his face, "What's going on baby?" You told him what you were trying to do, and he agreed and summoned your son back to the living room.

"Y/s/n your mother is only trying to look out for you now please answer her." Your son sighed and rolled his eyes, "No, mom, we're not having sex she's waiting until she's married, so why do you want to know so badly?"

"Well because I know what's it's like to be a teen and to be a teen in a relationship things can go heated really fast I just don't want you to be a teen parent and ruin your future if you ever…ya know just please use protection." He sighed, "I know mom, I know."

"Good! Great, so it wasn't so horrible, honey?" Gojo smiled, delighted with the the situation, despite the fact that he was no help. "You know, I'm pleased he's not like us because when me and your mother were your age. "Wooo, we were- OW!" You pinched Gojo's side in an attempt to silence him.

"We nothing, I waited until I was married." Your son looked between you and his father with disgust.

"Sure…now can I go hop on the game they're waiting for me." You quickly nodded with a huge smile: "Yes, of course! Have fun, but don't forget to do your homework.” After your son disappeared upstairs, your smile turned into a scowl, and you whacked Gojo on the arm.

"Ow quit beating me woman."

"Our sex lives as teenagers is none of his business, we shouldn’t have even been doing anything at that age anyways. And I'm glad he's not like you since you were much too horny for your own good. Mr. Do it in the parking lot after the game!" Gojo chuckled with a smirk, as if he’s reminiscing. "That was a great night for both of us. You in that tiny cheer skirt, Jhené Aiko playing in the background, and you were gripping the shit outta my hair-" you hit him on the stomach and watch him double over in pain.

"You bring that up around him you're never gonna get laid again." You spun around on your heels and stomped out of the room.

Geto

“Ok you make the pasta I’ll make the sauce and-“

“Mommy does kissing make babies?” Your little girl appeared from around the corner with a look of concern and fear. You peered at Geto and he gave you a look telling you he’d handle it.

“Well princess where did you get that from?” She shrugged her little shoulders looking around nervous, “well y/s/n told me I was made from you two kissing, and mommy grew me in her belly then I was born. Is that true?” Geto sighed “umm somewhat true yes mommy did grow you in her belly” your 7 year old daughter went silent and looked around nervous.

“Daddy I think I’m pregnant” Geto almost broke his neck with how fast he turned around to look at her. “Excuse me??!”

“Me and Dennis kissed on the play ground daddy I’m sorry I didn’t know! I’m sorry daddy!!” After coming down from your shock it took everything in you not to laugh. Geto was just stunned looking at his little princess in tears as she clung to his leg.

“Y/d/n you- you’re not pregnant, come here” he put down the pack of pasta and picked her up. “Princess dry your eyes you’re not…pregnant it takes a lot more to get there trust me.”

“Like what?”

“Uhh…um well when a man and a woman love each other very much they get together and…connect?” Geto didn’t know how to explain sex to a seven year old and he definitely didn’t want to explain sex to his seven year old daughter.

“Connect how?”

“Um…you know what why don’t you go put on your favorite princess movie and daddy’ll be in there to watch it with you- oh and don’t think were not gonna talk about you kissing boys.”

Geto sighed and looked over to you, you mimicked his sigh shaking your head “sooner or later she’s gonna come back asking again.”

“Well at least we’ll be more prepared, for now I’m gonna go give y/s/n a good smack in the head for even mentioning sex around her.” You chuckled, “go ahead I’ll get dinner started.”

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[tellmealovestory]

Halloween

Summary: Your family settles in for a spooky movie, but how young is too young to be watching Halloween?

Warnings: Taking place a few years after Trick-or-treat, but can also be read as a standalone. Fluff, little bit of suggestive dialogue, more dad!eddie

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! A big thank you to everyone who liked and commented and reblogged it all means the world to me!

Spooktober Masterlist

Settling in on the couch next to your daughter with Eddie on her other side you rest the oversized bowl on your lap that’s spilling out buttery and salty popcorn. Your daughter reaches for the bowl and more kernels spill to the floor as her and Eddie playfully fight over who can take the largest handful and shove it in their mouth. Neither of them seem to mind the mess that they’re making and since it’s a holiday you let their childish antics slide as your heart bursts with love for both of them. 

Eddie’s got the remote in his hand, a VHS tape that they agreed on already cued up and just ready for them to hit play.

Grabbing your own handful you chew on a few pieces before turning to face them both and ask, “what movie did we decide on?” 

“Halloween,” your daughter chirps in between chomps of popcorn. 

You wait for one of them to elaborate and finish the movie title, but they don’t and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline as you stare daggers in Eddie’s direction.

“Excuse me?” 

Eddie ignores the looks you’re giving him and for a few brief seconds you regret leaving them alone to conspire behind your back. You knew you should have just picked out the movie yourself, something that was more kid friendly than the apparent slasher movie they both chose. 

“Halloween,” Eddie repeats also through a mouthful of popcorn and when he opens his mouth to show his daughter how many kernels he can fit in there her response is an exaggerated and loud ewwww. He swallows before finishing what he was trying to say through laughter.

“You know, Halloween one of the most classic horror movies known to man. I’m sure you remember the first time we saw it.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you playfully slap his shoulder behind your daughter's back. 

She’s growing antsy on the couch between you, trying to reach for the remote that Eddie’s still holding onto like it’s a bar of gold and your apprehension grows because yeah, you’re familiar with the movie and the first time Eddie showed it to you it gave you nightmares and you were an adult. There is no way in hell you’re letting your child watch that. 

You try to convey that to him through your facial expressions. Quick shakes of your head no, eyes wide and dramatic, eyebrows once again raised, but he doesn’t seem to share the same qualms that you have. 

So, instead, you turn to your daughter and try a different tactic that usually works whenever you and Eddie have different ideas about what’s appropriate for her. 

“Are you sure you wanna watch that, honey? It’s pretty scary and you’re not used to those kinds of movies. Why don’t we watch something else?” 

“No.” She crosses her little arms over her chest, feet swinging against the couch. “Daddy said I could pick whatever I want and I wanna watch this one!” 

“C’mon, princess, let her watch it. ‘S not that scary. I saw it when I was her age and I turned out fine.” He gives you a lopsided grin and you snort out a laugh because somedays him turning out fine is debatable. You look between their hopeful faces and know this is a losing battle. 

Sinking back into the couch you wave your hand in the air. “Fine, fine, you both win. But when she gets nightmares from this awful movie you’re dealing with her.” 

“I won’t,” she says quickly, a toothy smile beamed in your direction before she wraps her arms around you in a side hug. 

“She won’t,” Eddie parrots and you shake your head back and forth wondering how it was you were the one in the relationship to give into everything both of them want. 

“She go down okay?” you ask a few hours later, already in bed with a book in your hand and the bedside light on casting the room in a soft yellow glow. 

“Like an angel,” he replies, climbing into bed next to you. Plucking your book from your hand he ignores your protests as he skims a few pages before setting it down on his bedside table. “How about you? You think you’re gonna be able to sleep or was the movie too scary for you?”

Snorting, your eyes roll before you give him your full attention. “I think I can handle sleeping tonight.” 

Eddie lets out a quiet little hum as he lays down next to you, fingertips lightly trailing up and down your arm. “Good to know.” A few seconds pass before he speaks again and this time his voice is a little lower, a little more raspy and already your body is aching for him. “That mean you’re up for a little roleplay? Think I might still have a Micahel Meyers mask around here somewhere…” 

The ache turns into a fully throttle belly laugh as you toss your head back against the pillows. “Eddie! No! That is the worst suggestion I’ve ever heard come out of your lips and that includes tonight's letting our child watch Halloween.”

“Oh, so it’s okay when you wanna roleplay, but when I suggest it it’s suddenly no?” There’s a glint in his eyes and a teasing quality in his voice that just makes you fall for him even harder and you give a silent thanks to the universe for letting this man into your life. “What about if I let you wear the mask? Hm? Change things up a little bit? Bet you’d look fucking sexy in it with nothing else on.” 

You only laugh louder momentarily forgetting that your daughter is asleep down the hall and you don’t want to wake her. Eddie has a similar idea because his mouth is covering yours in a sweet kiss that barely takes two seconds before he’s deepening it, tongue sliding along your lower lip begging for an entrance that you’re only too eager to give him. 

His hand slides down to your hip, tugging you impossibly closer and just as his thigh slides to part your legs and things can really heat up you’re resting your palm on his chest and pushing him back. 

“She’s coming back,” you whisper softly, straightening out your sleep shirt as you gesture for him to get back on his side of the bed. 

Eddie cocks his head to the side and is seconds away from disagreeing before the bedroom door creaks open and your daughter stands there a little sheepishly. “Can I sleep in here tonight?” Her voice is soft and a little whiny and you can’t remember the last time she shared your bed, but you can’t deny her as you tell her of course and pat the empty space between you. She hurries into your room and climbs in, settling in between the two of you she pulls the covers high up against her chin. 

“How do you do that?” Eddie asks in amazement over your sixth sense when it comes to knowing when your daughter is going to interrupt. 

“It’s a mom gift,” you tease before turning to your daughter as you brush your fingers over her cheek. “Can’t sleep?” 

“Too scary in my room,” she mumbles and you shoot Eddie a look that says I told you that movie was too scary for her.

Eddie slings an arm around her shoulder and she cuddles into his chest. It’s such a familiar sight that even though you’re upset and worried he’s scarred her for life you can’t help but to treasure these moments with the two of them. 

“Lucky for you your dad is a famed monster slayer. I’ll keep you safe.” His soft and soothing words and her childish giggles are the last things you hear as sleep calls to the three of you and another Halloween chapter is closed for another year. 

[liighty]

Guzma babysitting Reader’s Niece

(A/N): BACK ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ALL THAT SELF-INDULGENT AND MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNED INTO A SUPER FIC IF I FEEL LIKE IT

In all honesty i’ve thought about making another largeass super self-indulgent Guzma x Reader mega fic, but I’m not sure if I want to? I don’t know if anybody would read it, so that’s what this post is for!!! If you like this and want to see actual Guzma x Reader with plot and not just fluff drabbles lmk!! I have a bunch of asks to address so maybe i’ll get to that too soon

Anyways, back to the fic.

Mini Summary: (Y/N)’s niece needs to be babysat while (Y/N) is interviewed, so they turn to Guzma and crew to help out for a bit. Chaos ensues.

Rating/Triggers: UH drugs are mentioned but not really? THE KID DOES NOT DO DRUGS!!!! but yeah if that makes you uncomfy i’d be careful with it??\

Pairing: Guzma/Gender Neutral!Reader (I used the honorific ‘Titi’ which is gender neutral for ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ [extra thanks to Ocha_Bocha for helping me with that one <3] and tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Originally this was written with a male reader, and then I went female, and ultimately attempted to eliminate gender completely. [Following the footsteps of Splatoon teehee])

Fic under cut!!!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea, honey?" You clutch your niece's hand as you approach the large walls that separate Po Town from the rest of Ula'Ula Island. It's not that you don't trust the man who you're leaving her with- in fact, those two have been acquainted previously and seem to get along fairly well- It's his friends who you're concerned about.

"..." Her silence is expected, as the kid isn't all that talkative. Recognizing the young girl's silence, you frown. 

"You can stay in the office lounge if you really want to. I know you aren't the biggest fan of crowds, and um- Guz has some pretty loud friends-" Your explanation of what to be expected is quickly interrupted by a blue haired young man decked in black and white clothing. "Yo yo, what's with the kid?!" 

You arch a brow. You knew that Guzma worked with kids, but this guy couldn't be any older than 15! "I could say the same for you. I'm here to talk to Guzma-"

"Ya mean the boss? Why would some random chick want anything ta do with the leader of the Team Skull, huh?!"

A pink haired girl dressed in the same outfit walks up to the boy, crossing her arms. "Shut it, ya clod. Don't you remember the conversation we had with Boss yesterday?"

Hearing this, the blue haired boy's eyes light up in an epiphany. "Ohhhhh shit- Right-"

"Watch yer fuckin' language around the kiddo." She lightly smacks the back of Dansei's head. "She's in good hands, ma'am."

Another pink haired woman, this one being someone you finally recognize, walks in and smacks both of the delinquents in the head once more. "You say that after cussing, Reese?" 

Thank God. Plumeria. "Hey Plumes-" You smile weakly, waving politely with your free hand. Your niece does the same. Another young man, this one much shorter than the first and with green curly hair scrambles after Plumeria, jumping up and down to be seen. "Sorry about these numskulls. I'll lead y'all to the big boss man, yo. No worries at all, so you can chillax!"

I'm regretting this more and more by the second.

The crew starts whistling some hip hop tune as they make their way to the Shady House, the smaller boy beatboxing. You've taken this time to offer a piggyback ride to your niece, who's politely declined. Are all kids like this? Or is it just her?

Once they approach the boss, Guzma immediately jumps out of his chair, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Eyyyyyy! (Y/N)!!! Kiddo!! What's up, homeslice?!" He hops down the stairs and crouches so he can get at eye-level with the young girl, offering his fist for a pound-it.

She bumps her fist against his, smiling just a bit. It's more of a reaction than you expected, at least. "S-sup, Uncle Guzma-" 

Looks like his slang is rubbing off on her. That's cute.

"Thanks for droppin' by, Doll. No need to worry about Little Miss Troublemaker over here, I got it all under control." He picks up your niece and walks over to you, pressing a looooooooongass smooch on your cheek. The other Team Skull members all make mini comments, like "Ewwww-", "Grosss-", and "Cooties-", causing Plumeria to once again smack their heads together. 

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smirk on your face from growing any further. "Not in front of the kids, Guz." "Ah, right, right- My bad." His shades slide onto his face, hiding the bright red blush that had crept onto his cheeks. "Well, you should probably get goin', ey? The Aether Foundation's one lucky company to have you interviewin' for a position."

"Dork." You boop his nose, then your niece's. "Call me if you need me, okay honey? I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, Titi (Y/N)-" You smile at the nickname while the others snicker. 'Titi' sounds an awful lot like 'Tittie', and considering three of the 7 people in the room are immature teenagers, there's definitely some laughing going on in the background. Plumeria looks very tired. How does she deal with these kids all the time?

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't light anything on fire, okay?" You yell as you walk off, feeling a slight hint of unease at the idea of leaving your young niece with so many delinquents, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be fine, though. Guzma's there to keep them from doing anything stupid.

You laugh at the thought. Who am I kidding? He's probably gonna be the one who explodes something first.

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The interview itself wasn't all that bad. You're fairly certain that you either aced it or put yourself up for consideration, which in itself helped your confidence just a bit. With the absence of Lusamine and the arrest of several of her chairmen, the foundation was very antsy and in need of someone who could handle the Pokemon Observation department. With your background in medicine and PR, you were rationally on the list of potential replacements, and despite your initial resistance, learning that the company would be run by somebody that WASN'T the manipulative little bitch Lusamine gave you enough comfort to accept the offer for the interview. Was it just an offer or an invitation? You weren't quite sure, but Wick was very insistent on you showing up.

Either way, you're pretty certain you got the job. Good on you. 

You can't help but wonder how your niece is doing, surrounded by so many troublemakers. As you make your way to the entrance of the Shady House, you can hear loud music, causing you to feel a small tint of anxiety. She'll be fine.

You walk up to the door and creak it open, the smell of burnt… whatever the fuck that is flooding your nostrils. Of course. They lit something on fire.

"Guz??" You call out to the empty room. "Plumes? Anybody home?" As expected, there's no response. You start to feel more and more anxious the more ground you start to cover. Where are they? Peeking your head around the corridor, your anxiety comes to its peak when-

"And that's why you should never do drugs, aight?"

H-Huh?

Your niece sits on Guzma's knee as he bounces it up and down, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face like usual. Awfully burnt cookies sit on the table, explaining the smell from earlier, and Plumeria seems to be asleep with the other team skull grunts. Are they… napping? Seems like it. 

She nods enthusiastically, taking a bite of a charred cookie and grimacing shortly after, causing the two to both laugh in unison.

"Doesn't matter if it's just for recreational purposes, you could still get hooked, and that's the last thing we want!" Grinning once again, Guzma pokes her forehead.

Hypocrite. You're reminded of the first time you two had kissed, which happened to be shortly after you both had blazed a couple of joints. It's enough to get you laughing, though.

"Huh?! What're you doing here so early? Don't tell me ya flunked THAT bad!" Guzma's eyes widen, a genuine look of bewilderment painted on his face.

"I did not flunk! I think I did great!" You huff, crossing your arms defiantly. "It's suuuuuuuper comforting that you thought I failed, Guz."

"Nononono I was joking!! Right, kiddo??" Your niece quickly nods. "See???? No harm, no foul!"

Arching a brow, you walk up to the two and pick up the young girl. "Mhmmm. Did you have fun, honey?"

She nods again, unable to contain the grin on her face. "Uncle Guzma told me about his Pokemon training! And I got to ride on Golisopod's back!" 

The large bug type pokemon bops up and down upon hearing its name, prompting a smirk from Guzma. "Yeah, I told ya I'd take care of her. She's welcome back anytime, okay?"

"Thanks, Guz." You peck his cheek, and your niece sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes. 

"Icky cooties!!" Where the hell did she hear that? The only people you can think of who'd say such a thing are in the other room snoozing, so- Yeah, actually, you know exactly who taught her that word.

"Well, I'm gonna getchu with my cooties! And my tickles!" You raise a hand menacingly, wiggling your fingers with one eye closed. She immediately curls up, not out of fear, but out of excitement. It's nice to see her so happy again.

After a very long tickle session, you quickly glance at the large grandfather clock, noting the short hand of the clock slowly approaching the number 8. Shit. "We gotta go, kiddo. Your dad isn't gonna be all that happy if we get home any later than 8:30. Besides, it's past your bedtime."

"I bet Uncle Guzma stays up past his bedtime-" She yawns. "Can we stay for a little longer?"

How can I say no to that face? You find yourself incredibly conflicted. Do you tell her you have to leave anyways? Or do you stay and risk getting in trouble by your brother-in-law?

"Eh, as much as I'd love to have you over for longer, kiddo- Look at your Titi (Y/N). They look exhausted."

You smile gratefully at the comment, glad that it doesn't have to be you to tell your niece to go home. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can hang out some other time, okay? I promise." You pat her head and get ready to leave.

"Aww… okay. Bye, Uncle Guzma!! Bye Golisopod!" She holds your hand, and the two of you eventually walk your way back to the car. As you drive away, one thing lingers in your head. You can't think of anything else, in all honesty.

Guzma's great with kids. I should've expected as much, but… I'm glad he gets along with my family.

Your stomach rumbles at the intersection. I'd kill for some malasadas right about now- 

Okay, maybe you CAN think of something else.

[fruitcoops]

Heyy, if you're still taking prompts I'd love to read #4 & #10 from the Physical Affection list?🥰❤️

Thank you for suggesting this!! I haven’t written a holiday fic yet or much with the Lupin family, but they’re the absolute best. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Prompt 4: A hug after not seeing someone for a long time

Prompt 10: Lifting someone up out of excitement

“Do you see them yet?” Remus asked, standing on his tiptoes even though he was a good three inches taller than most of the airport patrons milling around.

Sirius laughed and squeezed his hand. “Stop it, you’re going to get a crick in your neck.”

Remus rolled his eyes and transitioned to tapping out a random rhythm on the back of Sirius’ hand. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. We turned the oven off, right? The dog is fine?”

“Hattie is safe with Reg and we haven’t used the oven in three days, sweetheart. There is nothing to worry about.” Despite his assurances, butterflies had been building in Sirius’ stomach since that morning; he was excited, but family situations still made him a little anxious.

Remus inhaled sharply. “I see them. They’re by the baggage claim, look.”

Sirius squinted through the throngs of people and followed Remus’ line of sight—sure enough, all three Lupins were watching the suitcases roll past. Julian was bouncing on his toes and tugging on Hope’s sleeve, Sirius noted with a small smile. “Are we going to go over or are we going to stand here until they see us?”

“Until they see us…” A wicked grin spread over Remus’ face. “I have an idea. Be very quiet, okay?”

Over the year and loose change they had been dating, Sirius had learned one undeniable rule: do not doubt Remus Lupin. He stayed very, very quiet as they slipped through the crowd toward the baggage claim.

Hope saw them first, her whole face lighting up. She went to wave to them, only for Remus to press his finger to his lips and point to Julian, who still had his back turned. Her mischief face was frighteningly similar to her oldest son’s as she looked back down and nodded along to whatever Julian was saying.

In two long, silent strides, Remus closed the final distance and grabbed his little brother around the waist, hefting him into the air. “Gotcha!”

Julian shrieked loud enough for several people to turn and look at them. “What the—Remus?!”

“Hey, buddy!” Remus swung him back and forth with a laugh, and the shout of surprise became uncontrollable giggles.

“You scared me!”

“Yeah, that was the whole point.” He was still laughing when he set Julian down, who immediately whirled around and punched him in the side before throwing himself back into his arms for a hug. “Woah, you’re getting big!”

“I missed you, Re,” he mumbled into his neck, squeezing tightly.

Remus’ face softened and he closed his eyes with a low hum. “I missed you too, Jules.”

“Mom said we couldn’t come to your games because I had homework but—hi, Sirius!” A huge smile split his face and he started squirming out of Remus’ hold, accidentally kneeing him in the thigh as he hit the ground again. In a flurry of motion, Sirius found himself with two arms full of an excited ten-year-old.

“Hey, Jules, how’ve you been?”

“You’re getting married?”

“Uh, yeah,” he laughed, glancing over at Remus, who was still rubbing his thigh and wincing.

“To my brother?”

“I hope so.”

“You didn’t ask my permission first!”

“He’s the one who proposed!”

Jules gave him a suspicious look. Behind him, his parents were shaking with quiet laughter. “Hmm. Remus?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Did you ask Regulus for his permission?”

“Uh, no.”

“Why not?”

“It didn’t really cross my mind…” he trailed off and looked to Hope and Lyall. “Should I have done that? Isn’t it a little outdated?”

Hope thought for a moment. “Who’s going to figure out Sirius’ dowry?”

“I’m worth at least three cows,” Sirius added, setting Jules down carefully. “Maybe a handful of chickens, too.”

“Well, sh—shoot.” Remus caught himself quickly. “Where am I going to find some of those on short notice?”

“Nice save,” Lyall said drily. “Can you two help us find our bags? These things take forever and I’m looking forward to a shower.”

“Oh, Jules, there’s a surprise for you at home,” Remus said. “I almost forgot about it.”

Jules’ eyes went wide. “What is it?”

“Can’t tell you, it’s a surprise.”

“You’re the worst.”

“No, you.”

“No, you.”

“No, you.”

“Boys,” Hope warned as she hauled a Lions backpack off the conveyor belt and handed it to Jules.

“Sorry,” they chorused. Sirius met her eyes and smiled.

“Hey, Re, will you give me a piggyback ride?” Jules asked as they walked toward the exit.

“You’re a healthy kid.”

“You’re a professional hockey player and my big brother,” Jules reminded him with a dramatic eye roll. “It’s your job.”

“Since when is carting around children part of hockey?” Remus asked even as he bent down, looking up at Sirius. “Babe, did they change the rules?”

“Yep,” Jules piped up before Sirius could answer.

Remus looked at him over his shoulder. “Last I checked, I don’t call you ‘babe’.”

“Ewwww.” Jules wrinkled his nose. “You guys are gross. Hey, do I get my own room?”

“Yeah, we’ve got plenty of space.” Sirius held the door to the parking lot open and Hope kissed his cheek. “You get to choose.”

“Where’s your room, Re?” Jules adjusted his bulging backpack and Remus grimaced at the weight imbalance.

“Uh, Sirius and I share a room.”

And itchy flush crept up the back of Sirius’ neck as Lyall’s eyes immediately zeroed in on him. Don’t look, don’t look, no eye contact, keep walking. In his periphery, he saw Hope raise her eyebrows at Remus until his cheeks turned pink. “How long has that been happening?” she asked.

“���Six months?” Remus replied weakly as Sirius unlocked the car and popped the trunk. Hope hummed cryptically, but winked at Sirius when he opened her car door for her.

The drive home was loud to say the least; the Lupins hadn’t visited for more than two months due to scheduling conflicts and they had a lot to catch up on, including the engagement. When they finally reached the house, Hope gasped softly. “Oh, it’s lovely.”

“Excellent work,” Lyall agreed, standing back a bit to admire the lights while Remus helped Jules sling his backpack on again. “Looks like a proper home now.”

“Thanks, dad.” Remus led the group up the front stairs and opened the door. “We’re home!”

Puppy claws clattered on the floor as Hattie barreled around the corner, making a beeline for Jules. One day of sticky fingers and he’s her favorite, Sirius mused as they rolled around in a pile of excitement.

Regulus appeared a few seconds later, his footsteps soft and cautious as he leaned on the wall. Sirius raised an eyebrow at him in a silent question—everything okay?—and received a slight nod in response. “Regulus!” Jules practically shouted, untangling himself from Hattie to launch himself at his legs.

“Hey, kiddo.” The baffled acceptance on Regulus’ face while he ruffled Jules’ hair nearly made Sirius laugh aloud. He had come so far since the stiff, unsure hugs at the beginning, but his total shock at the kid’s enthusiasm was just too funny. “How have you been?”

“Is this the surprise?” Jules demanded instead, turning slightly to look at the rest of them.

“Ta-da!” Remus managed, barely biting back a smile.

“A surprise?” Regulus asked. “What?”

“This is the BEST surprise.” Jules squeezed him around the legs and then thundered up the stairs with Hattie hot on his heels, nearly tripping and falling onto his face more than once.

“Do you want some water?” Sirius asked, taking Hope’s suitcase for her as Remus hung their coats in the closet. “Or food, or…anything?”

Why are you being awkward? The little voice in his head screeched. You know them! You’re marrying their son! “Water sounds wonderful,” Hope said. “Is the kitchen in the same place as before?”

His nervous tension eased a bit after that; this was not the first time they had been to the house, and both seemed to think their simple decorations looked nice. Remus slipped his hand into his and knocked their shoulders together. It’s okay, he mouthed as they followed his parents into the kitchen. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. The holidays would be happy and relaxing this year, and Sirius would be surrounded by the people he loved. The people who loved him. There was nothing to worry about.

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Bedtime Story

Happy birthday @crazydreamer6 it never lets me tag you and I don’t know why!!!

My inspiration, three pieces of her art:

Science Boy 1, Science Boy 2, and Kids!

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Bedtime Story

"...And then the young scientist mutated, the blue virus surging through his veins! Pain clawed at his extremities, his muscles contorting as his body was instantly and dramatically changed! He screamed, falling to his knees in horror as he watched pale blue creep across his skin like a frost over ground, completely consuming him!"

The two raven-haired children sitting on the floor at their father's feet giggled, the four-year-old girl toppling into the lap of her older brother who was trying to stifle his laughter. Their father frowned in response.

"It's supposed to be a scary story!" the man whined.

"You tell it well," came the flat voice of his wife from across the room, her tone and expression such that he couldn't tell if she was being sweet or sarcastic.

"Keep going, Dad," the boy said through a chortle, leaning back and gently trying to shove his sister off. "What happened next?"

The man's brow furrowed. But he cleared his throat and continued.

"...As the young scientist struggled in pain on the ground, wondering if his next breath would be his last, suddenly a ray of hope appeared. Through his blood-red and pain-obscured vision he saw her, black and green silhouetted in the doorway with light surrounding her like a blaze of glory, reminding him of the hero she used to be. He had thought he would never see her again after she'd left, the hero having suddenly become the villain with no warning, leaving him heartbroken and lost as to his purpose."

"Wait, is this gonna be a love story? Oh, gross!" the boy said, spinning up to his feet and dashing off to his bedroom.

The little girl however leaned forward eagerly, her bright young eyes smiling up adoringly at her father. The man glanced up across the room and saw his wife's grin, which she quickly hid. He cleared his throat again.

"...She came to him and helped him, and told him everything would be okay. And even though he was in pain, he trusted her. Despite her unexplained change from good to evil, the connection he'd thought they'd shared that she had abruptly severed, and the fear of the unknown as she approached him lying helpless on the floor of the tower's laboratory... He still trusted her. In his time working for the team of heroes she had slowly but surely shown him her heart, and he knew... Even with everything that had happened, if anyone could save him, it would be her."

Drakken realized with a start he'd stopped addressing his daughter in favor of locking eyes with the woman he loved, and he abruptly looked down. The toddler had lost interest in his dramatic reminiscence and was playing with a stuffed animal instead.

He looked back up at Shego, who had ceased in her task several sentences ago and was leaning against the back wall of the living room with her arms crossed. She pushed off the wall and approached him then, her smirk growing as she slid into his lap where he sat in the easy chair.

"Then what happened?" she asked softly.

"...Then he heard her voice for the first time in months. 'Drew...' she said. And his name on her lips...ah..."

"Go on."

He cleared his throat. "...Was like a salve to his wounds... And she assured him they would find out who had sabotaged him and tried to kill him...and that he was going to be all right. And...even though he was afraid of the new mutation..."

Drakken paused to look down at the blue of his hands resting atop her thighs. She placed her smaller green hands atop his and laced their fingers together.

"...She was going to be there for him. And she whisked him away to a temporary hideout until they escaped and created a new villain lair all their own."

"And they got to know each other better," she interjected, snuggling closer, "and after some ups and downs they finally realized they shared more than mutations, misfit identities, and a tendency toward the dramatic."

Drakken glanced down with a knowing grin, noting their daughter starting to fall asleep on the rug by his feet. His wife sighed contently and slipped her arms around him.

"Horror stories before bed, huh?" Shego asked.

"He wanted to know how I turned blue," Drakken shrugged.

Shego snorted. "And you turned it into something to give him nightmares."

He pursed his lips. "That was how it felt at the time. And," he continued as he turned to look at her, shifting to be more comfortable as he set his arms around her, "now we know what gets him into bed."

Shego smirked and nuzzled him into a kiss. A perturbed cry came from the hallway, followed by the sound of their son's running feet.

"Ewwww!"

Shego rested her face against Drakken's as they chuckled together.

"Throw in a little romance, and he's done."

"Meanwhile this one," Shego said, peering down at their daughter, "will fall asleep anywhere, if the time is right."

"Nnh, I'll put her to bed," Drakken said with a slight nod. But as he shifted forward to move, Shego turned his face back to hers with a finger on his chin. He raised his brow.

"But wait...how did the story end?"

Drakken took a moment to process her question past her knowing smirk, but then her smile matched his as he looped his arms around her again, fingers sliding into one another's hair as he stared into her eyes and she back into his.

"...And the bright young scientist who fell to madness, and the heroine who turned villain...fell in love. And they lived happily ever after."

Shego set her lips against his, breathing her next words before finishing their story with a passionate kiss.

"The end."

[lmaoeraserhead]

Groovy

Shinso Hitoshi x Reader (Y/n) 

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: language maybeeee? Fluffffff

Summary: Shinso(u?) and y/n are invited to EraserMic’s place for dinner... and a show ;)

My first lengthy-ish fic! I hope y’all like it ahah... i could be convinced to write a more nsfw part 2,,, idk. ALSO someone help like is Shinso’s name with or without the u?

You had been dating Shinsou for almost a year now. You both had attended UA highschool and met your 2nd year, his 3rd. You often doubted your relationship with Toshi due to the differences you both shared. Where your boyfriend was tirelessly training to become one of UA’s top hero graduates, you tinkered around in the support course trying to help however you could. 

Despite the contrast in the lives you both lead, Shinsou seemed to love you as fiercely as he always had. 

“Hey, kitten.” The familiar sound of your boyfriend’s raspy voice sounds behind your ear as his arms wrap around your torso. “What ya been up to today?” He rests his head in the crook of your neck and plants a quick kiss on the juncture. 

“Just planning some support items for one of your friends, his name is Doofus… or something.” You settle into Shinsou’s embrace and the tension from the day seeped from your shoulders. “He has an energy quirk and he wants-”

“D-d-doofus?” Your boyfriend’s chest was shaking with barely restrained laughter. “You mean Denki? Kaminari?” He met your scowl with light eyes, “And you know I don’t have friends, babe. Only you.” He leaned back and sent a wink your way. 

“Ugh, leave me alone Toshi. It’s been a long day.” You punched his arm and laughed at the pout he sent your way. “Shouldn’t you be with Eraser right now anyways? I don’t want you to be late.” 

Another thing you loved about your boyfriend, his relentless determination. His quirk is super scary, especially when there’s a villain on the receiving end. All it takes is one response and his victim’s mind is under his unrelenting grip, but his quirk requires rarely any combat efficiency. 

Class 1-A’s homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa (more commonly known as the erasure hero, Eraserhead) took notice of Shinsou’s quirk and decided to mentor him due to the similarities in their quirks. And you sure as hell weren’t complaining. Your boyfriend has bulked up significantly, climbed the ranks of UA’s hero course, and gained a father figure in the two years he’s been under Aizawa’s wing. 

“Chill kitty cat, he knows where I am.” Shinsoo’s response was nothing less than you expected from the laid back man. “He actually sentume to talk to you.” Another lazy smile and a hand through his unruly indigo locks, “You wanna come over to Eraser’s tonight? Mic is cookin’ his famous fried chicken.” His hopeful smile did strange things to your heart and sent butterflies swarming in your stomach. 

You nodded your head enthusiastically. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, dude! I love those guys.” You manage to duck under your boyfriend’s arm and give him a tight hug, “Now go get all sweaty and stuff.” 

Shinsou’s deep chuckle vibrated through you, “Alright babe, see you at seven?” 

“You know it.” With a wink and a kiss blown your way, he was gone. 

You made your way up the stairs leading to Eraserhead and Present Mic’s house, which was very humble for two Pro Heroes. At first it was very hard for you to imagine UA’s most polarizing teachers as a couple, but the more time you spent around the two the more you began to understand the couple’s dynamic. Hizashi’s rowdy and loud personality was perfectly balanced by Aizawa’s calm and sarcastic nature.

Unsurprisingly, as you rounded the corner and approached the front door, you could already hear Mic’s loud singing. Laughing to yourself, you ring the doorbell and wait patiently for someone to let you inside. You’re half an hour early but that’s nothing unusual, you usually arrive early to catch up with your favorite pros. 

A few seconds later the door bursts open and you’re face to face with a much more laid back version of Present Mic than you’re used to. His golden hair is pulled back on the nape of his neck, his glasses are pushed down the bridge of his nose, and on top of his sweats and t-shirt he’s wearing an apron dusted with flour.

“OHHH YEAH!” You wince slightly as Mic’s quirk activates the tiniest bit. “Oops, sorry Y/n,” His cheeks are dusted with an embarrassed blush, “I get a little excited when I see our favorite student!” 

You can’t help but giggle at Mic’s antics as he leads you into the kitchen. You hear a now-familiar sigh around the corner, “Zashi you’re lucky I’m not going to tell Shinsou he’s not your favorite.” Aizawa presses a tired kiss to his partner’s cheek and looks at you, “He’s in the shower Y/n, he should be out soon.” 

“Thanks Mr. Aizawa. And thank you both for inviting me!” 

The calmer of the pair smiles and chuckles, “I told you to call me Aizawa when we’re not at school, and family is welcome here anytime.” A small voice calls out from the living room. “I’ll be with Eri if anyone needs me.” You’re touched by Aizawa’s rare smile and kindness. Family? Behind those under-eye bags and that monstrous sleeping bag, he’s just a softy. 

“Come on, listener! I’ve got a killer playlist and some chicken waitin’ to be fried.”Another plus to being Present Mic’s dinner guest? The music, of course. 

Twenty minutes later and both you and Mic are staring at the chicken bubbling in the hot oil. His green eyes meet yours and blonde eyebrows wiggle behind his wire framed glasses, “You know what we need Y/n?”

You shake your head, not having a clue what the boisterous hero is talking about. He walks over to his phone, which is bluetoothed to the speakers scattered throughout the house, and scrolls through his music.

The first few beats of It’s Tricky by Run-DMC ring out, “Oh Shit!” your hands fly to your mouth, “Oh my gosh, Mic I’m so sorry! I just… I love this song.” You shoot a small smile his way, and to no one’s surprise he smiles back.

“You and me both, listener!” He jumps over to you, “Let’s dance!” 

Present Mic has moves, you soon discover. With the music blaring in the kitchen, the two of you bust it down. No dance move is forgotten, new or old. The sprinkler is a crowd favorite, and the lawnmower is obviously a close second. Through fits of giggles and one very dramatic solo by the seasoned pro neither of you noticed your significant others step into the doorway of the kitchen.

As the song drew to an end, you’re met with two pairs of amused eyes and one very enthusiastic round of applause. You flush with embarrassment as you meet your boyfriend’s indigo eyes. His laughter can be heard over the next song on Mic’s playlist. 

“Y/n!” Eri squeals and begins to wiggle in Shinsou’s arms, which you notice are bare. You raise an eyebrow towards his unclothed chest and still-wet hair. 

“Hi Eri! C’mere.” You can’t help but beam as your boyfriend plops the little girl on her feet. “How have you been?” You pick her up and place a kiss on her forehead, encouraged by her loud giggles. 

“I’m super good!” She smiles, “I loved your dance!” You give Eri lots of tiny kisses, all over her face.

“Thanks, Eri!” You redirect your attention to your boyfriend, “So nice of you to join us, Toshi.” You toss an easy smile his way. 

“I heard there was a show, Y/n. I definitely couldn’t miss that.” His eyes never leave yours as they darken almost imperceptibly. His sweatpants left nothing to the imagination and he had yet to put on a shirt. Maybe Shinsou liked your show more than he let on. He runs his fingers through his damp hair, making sure his toned arms are on full display. 

Aizawa, ever the referee, clears his throat,” The food smells amazing babe,” and damn it all to hell, “you’ve still got it Zashi.” He throws a wink at his blonde husband, who blushes in return. Like father, like son. 

“Ewwww, Dad!” Eri whines, which causes everyone to laugh, “Can we pretty please eat? I’m hungry.”

Shinsou grabs a shirt off the back of a chair and puts it on quickly. He grabs Eri and spins her in the air, “Anything for the princess.” He blows a raspberry into her stomach and her giggles fill the kitchen.

“These kids.” Aizawa sighs and shares a secret smile with Hizashi. Shinsou looks at you again with a strange look in his expression.

The butterflies come back, stronger than ever. 

[gothamangelwings]

Okay, so I wasn’t sure if I was going to say anything about this, but I have to, for my own sanity. Excuse me for my rambling (especially about Castiel) and repeating myself, which I probably will do in this post.

Truth is I only got into Supernatural a little over a year ago. I just kept avoiding it over the years. I think when it was in it’s 7th or 8th season, I thought to myself “oh this should be ending soon. I’ll just wait til its over and watch it then” That did not happen. Jump to last year when I heard about the Scoobynatural episode. I love Scooby so I had to watch. And I loved it. And I really loved Sam and Dean. But I also couldn’t stop thinking about the guy in the trench coat with the deep voice named Castiel. Did very little research to find out he’s an angel. That’s all I wanted to know. Went to netflix and started watching the show from the beginning. By the time I got midway thru season 3 I was hooked. I started buying the dvds in bunches. Watching as much as a I could a week. When I got to season 4 I was Cass on the cover of the boxset and said “that’s him! That’s the angel! He’s in the season!” I actually didn’t know he would show up right in the beginning of the season but when Dean was at that gas station and gas started shattering I thought. That’s him isn’t it? That’s Castiel. Misha’s actual entrance on the show is the best in history. I do love Sam and Dean but I’m not going to lie and pretend like Castiel isn’t my favorite. Because he is. I adore that awkward angel. He is the reason I happily kept watching and brought all the dvds because I knew Misha was still working on the show. He is the reason I will buy season 15. I started shipping Destiel in season 5 but when I re-watched the series (Yes I watched it twice in less than a year. One over a period of several months the other over a few weeks before the show came back after hiatus.) I saw moments in season 4 that i missed the first time around.

So yes this finale makes me cry and not in a good way. although there are a few saving graces.

Let’s begin.

First let me start by saying I do not in any way blame the actors. Especially Jensen. He said he thought the ending was bad and had to be talked into it. Dean/Jensen deserved better. I blame the writers and producers and The CW

Second, repeat after me:

Cass is in heaven with Dean

Cass is in heaven with Dean

Cass is in heaven with Dean

Cass is in heaven with Dean

Now speaking of Castiel, who I mostly want to talk about before addressing the rest of this mess. Castiel/Misha deserved better. There really is no reason Misha couldn’t be in the final episode unless there was something on his end. Although seeing that he recently went to California to shoot a something for Amazon and took West to the Winchester House. He can definitely travel. But if there was some reason on his end, then okay, fine then. However that doesn’t excuse the way the handled his character in these last two episodes.

Yes in 15x19 Dean demands Chuck bring Cass back. Dean remembers Cass’s words when Chuck calls him the ultimate killer. Yes, Dean runs to the door when he thinks Cass has just called him. Instead in was Lucifer. What a slap in the face to the fans and an insult to Misha after that beautiful confession of love.

But the end of the episode. Jack becomes God and no one says “What about Cass?”

Now 15x20. Sam brings up Castiel and Dean is just like “move on“. No, That is not Dean. No matter what Dean cared about Castiel, to the point that being without him in the past led him to depression. i understand he doesn’t want Castiel’s sacrifice to be in vein. But come on. There’s living on and being happy and then there’s acting like the guy didn’t matter. Again, no. That is not Dean. Not after all the development those two have had. I know Dean wasn’t always perfect when it came to Cass but he did care. What happened to “We lost everything. Now you’re going to bring him back” What happened to the purgatory apology and admitting his anger issues. And so much more.

Again Castiel is in heaven. Jack got him out of The Empty. But they could of made it more clear. ( I swear, if they are leaving this up to interpretation....) Because I see so many people who have “conveniently” missed what Bobby said and insist he’s still in The Empty. Or just want to say “well that’s not what he meant. Cas is still dead, he just meant his influence on Jack” or some shit like that.(Now that I think about maybe influence isn’t the right word to use with this fandom lol)

Anyway lets say that Misha could not in anyway be there for filming. YOU CAN STILL ADDRESS HIS CHARACTER PROPERLY AND GIVE HIM A SATISFYING ENDING. In fact you barely have to change the scene between Dean and Bobby just add a few more lines.

Dean: “So Jack did all that?”

Bobby: “Well Cass helped”

Dean: “Wait, Cass is here?!”

Bobby: ‘Yep, Kid got him out.”

Dean: “Well where is he? Can I see him?”

Bobby (smiling): “Now calm down ya idjit. He’ll be back soon. Had some business to take of. But he is planning to stick around here with the rest of us.’

Dean (smiling, happy because he’s getting a second chance): Good. He belongs with us. With me. (takes a drink) It’s just too bad...

Bobby (knowing he’s talking about Sam: “Don’t worry he’ll be here shortly...”

Scene plays out as normal but instead when Sam and Dean are reunited. Dean tells him “Let’s head back, Mom, Dad, Bobby, and Cass are waiting for us. Along with everyone else we loved and lost when we were alive.”

Or... a few scenarios with Castiel there (even for a few moments)

1. When Dean dies (yeah we’ll talk about that) Jack sends down Cass to take him to heaven. Dean leaves his body. Watches as Sam falls apart and then hears “Hello Dean” turns and there’s Cass to guide him to heaven and also let him know Sam will be okay and will live a happy life”

2. The scene with Bobby starts the way it did but instead after he says “Well Cass helped” he points behind Dean.

Cass: “Hello Dean.”

Dean: “Cas! Aw, it’s good to see you. You have no idea.”

They embrace. Maybe the say something about the confession maybe they don’t but at least they’re together and we know that they have time to talk.

Episode continues as it did but again Dean tells Sam that Castiel is here waiting for them.

3. Episode plays exactly as it did. Except at the very end after Sam and Dean reunite on the bridge...

Cass: “Hello Dean. Hello Sam”

Both: Cass!

The three hug. Dean a bit longer.

Dean: “Well look at that. Team Free Will back together again. This time forever.”

In any scenario Castiel is living in heaven with the boys. Him and Dean eventually talk about what happened. In my canon Dean returns his feelings but even if he can’t it’s okay because Dean does care about Cass. And Castiel’s happiness was just in being able to say it. Either way they’re together along with everyone else they love and will be waiting for those who haven’t arrived yet.

Also Cass finally gets his guinea pig. Because he deserves it.

ONCE AGAIN, EVEN IF MISHA COULDN’T BE THERE. THERE WERE STILL BETTER WAYS TO HANDLE THIS ENDING! OH AND THERE BETTER NOT BE SOME LAME ASS THING LIKE ‘HE’S IN HEAVEN WORKING WITH JACK BUT ISN’T ALLOWED HERE BECAUSE THE NEW GOD LIKES TO KEEP ANGELS SEPARATE FROM THE REST OF US’

NO. CASTIEL IS DEFINITELY WITH DEAN IN HEAVEN. END OF STORY.

Moving on the other problems which I won’t go into full detail in like I did Castiel.

Dean’s death. The ever loving fuck was that? A nail?! I get that they finally get to call the shots in there own lives now but come on! A nail. And this is what a few weeks after defeating Chuck. Who, if he wants to can have a happy life. You know when Cass heard about this he rolled his eyes. Like “Really?!”

Ewwww that forehead touch. I know for most people it’s just a sweet final moment between two siblings as one dies. But we all know this is fuel for the Winc*sters and b*bros. I mean come on now. You’re afraid to have Dean even acknowledge Castiel’s feelings but a forehead touch that can and will be taken out of context as romantic between two brothers is fine and dandy. I was watching this with my Mom and even she was like “That forehead touch,,, why.. just why...”

Funny thing about my Mom. (Sorry not sorry going back to talk about Cass for a moment) She has been watching SPN with me this year but honestly only (not even) half paid attention. She has a habit of always looking at her phone even when it’s something she wants to watch. Two weeks ago after 15X18 I asked “Do you believe Cass’s confession was romantic?”

Her response. “No, they’re just friends. Angels aren’t supposed to feel romantic love.’ We get into a small argument.

A few days later...

Me: “Misha confirmed it was romantic.”

Mom: “Oh, well that settles it then. I just was taught that angels didn’t feel that kind of love.”

Me: “Yeah but your forgetting a few things. 1. Cass isn’t like other angels and 2. This is a fictional tv show not the actual bible.

Mom laughs: “Good point, Guess I didn’t think about that.”

Me: “Y’know people are actually saying  that Cass can’t be gay or bi because Dean isn’t.”

Mom: “That’s stupid. One has nothing to do with the other. Even if Dean doesn’t feel the same way that doesn’t change Castiel’s feelings.”

Jump to the last few days.

Mom: “Cass is going to show up in the finale. He and Dean will be reunited! Maybe he’s one of those people in the masks being controlled by The Empty. Or maybe there will be a scene in the barn where Dean is on the ground about to be stabbed and Cass saves him in the knick of time!”

Mom after the finale: “That was terrible. Very disappointed. They really couldn’t get Misha for few minutes. They better not use covid as an excuse with all those people on that bridge. Everything about this episode felt wrong” (she said that about 15x19 too). (Grabs her phone to look at twitter) “Misha is crying. This episode doesn’t deserve pie.”

We brought pie. We did not eat it.

Moving on.. .yeah yeah the wig on Jared was awful. But who cares. What I want to know is who is the mother? Is it Eileen? I hope it’s Eileen. It better be Eileen.

The barn. Why? Why that barn? Did they really think no one would notice. I get reusing sets and locations as completely different places. But that just hurt.

Did we need so many songs with no dialogue being spoken. I mean yes Carry On was a must have but so much time could’ve been spent talking about other characters during the other songs .

And again why are they trying to make Dean look bad. It’s not his/Jensen’s fault it’s the horrible writing of these final two episodes. Why did they not take to opportunity to talk about Castiel’s confession. Yes I’m  back on Cas again. I warned you. Also he’s probably the main reason you’re reading this anyway, so yeah...

I would like to believe a conversation happened off screen but the way Sam and Dean acted it doesn’t seem like it.

Again would it be so hard. Two scenarios

1.

Dean: “Before Cass got dragged into the Empty he told me...

Sam: :Told you what?”

Dean: He told me... he told me he loved me.”

Sam (smiling): “That’s not news Dean,”

Dean: “No Sammy. He really loved me... like... you know..”

Sam: “Again, not news Dean. How do you feel? “

Dean (hesitates): “ I think... no, I know I love him too. He’s the only man I’ll ever love.”

Sam: “Well you know technically Cass really isn’t male... so...

Dean: “Oh please Sammy. Could you imagine Cass in any other body? Especially a chicks. It would be so weird.”

Sam: “Good point.”

Dean: “Besides, he was perfect the way he was.”

2.

Dean: “Before Cass got dragged into the Empty he told me...

Sam: :Told you what?

”Dean: He told me... he told me he loved me.”

Sam (smiling): “That’s not news Dean,”

Dean: “No Sammy. He really loved me... like... you know..”

Sam: “Again, not news Dean. How do you feel? “

Dean: “I can’t return his feelings. I see him as a man and you know I’m attracted to women.”

Sam: “Alright then.”

Dean. “But y’know...”

Sam: “Hmmm?”

Dean: “I still miss him. I wish he was here with us.”

There were so many easy ways to fix this and they did nothing. Did they not think 15x18 would have a huge impact. I really hope the writers are kicking themselves for this. Funny, by ignoring Castiel and his feelings they actually brought more attention and love to him and Misha.

I really don’t know if a rewrite and reshoot for the dvd release is possible. Has that ever been done, I feel like it has but I’m not sure. But if it is. Fix it. It only took a few weeks to film these last two episodes. I’m sure all the actors can come back to film for a few weeks. Once there are less Covid restrictions of courses. I know there’s been talk about a possible movie. That could fix it. As long as they bring back the angel in the trench coat. Or how about a bonus episode for the dvd 15x21 where everyone is gathered in heaven. Sam, Dean, Cass, Bobby, Mary, John, Kevin, Charlie, Eileen, Jo, Ellen, Pam. Even Crowley and Rowena because why not. Oooh and Meg too because she did sacrifice herself for them and also I just love her.  Anyway they all gather and talk about old times. Perfect excuse for an old fashion clip show. Funny/heartwarming banter in between. Make Destiel canon at the end. Another possible way to fix it is do a comic book season or even just a few issues to flesh out the ending in heaven. Just fix it.

At least we have fanfiction.

If there are any positives to take away it’s this:

1: Castiel is in heaven with Dean. They are together. They have a second chance.

2. It was said only 30% of the fanbase would like this ending. Like many people I assumed that meant a Destiel ending. Cause I thought out of the whole fanbase shippers were in the minority. Nope turns of the the Winc*sters/B*bros are the 30%. Destiel fans, Cass fans, Misha fans are part of the 70% who hate this. Though why you would want to only please 30% of your fanbase is beyond me.

3. Sam was able to live a long happy life without being codependent on his brother.

I absolutely hated the last two episodes and how this show ended. Again the only saving grace is knowing Jack got Castiel out of The Empty and he and Dean reunited in heaven. But no matter how much I hated 99% of the ending. I still love this show and all it’s characters. I will happily go back and watch it over again to relive the good, funny, sad, bittersweet moments. The final 90 minutes of the series is not going to ruin that for me. I love Sam and Dean but Castiel is my favorite and I will happily go back and enjoy everything about his character. I am not going  to let this ruin Supernatural for me. Next summer I am going to my first SPN Convention and I can’t wait. I may have only discovered the greatness of Supernatural a year ago after avoiding it for so long but I want it to stay apart of my life. Like I said I only got into Supernatural a little over a year ago but this hurt my heart so much I only imagine how those of your who’ve been here for over a decade feel.

I know this was very, very long and I probably actually forgot some things I wanted to say. But I’m tired.

Cass and Dean are in heaven together. I believe they are canon 💙💚

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15 and 7 from the kiss prompts and 33 from random. Maybe modern!AU where either Anakin or the reader come home to the other struggling with Luke and Leia. Just loads of family fluff and then it ends with the kids in bed and reader and Anakin are just exhausted. Thank you!

Prompts: Exhausted parents kiss, Routine Kisses, and “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

A/N: excuse me while I go obsess over this adorable little family and how great of a father Anakin could have been. 

The moment you set Luke down he escaped up the stairs. You only hoped that he managed to stay out of trouble long enough for you to clean up his sister. “Your turn sweetie.” You bent down and hooked your arms under Leia’s. Being only three years old she wasn’t hard to lift; in one smooth movement, you had her sitting on the edge of the sink.

Picking up a damp cloth you gently wiped her face removing a thin layer of flour. As you rinsed off the cloth you heard the front door open and close. Anakin was finally home. He came up behind you and as an automatic response, you turned just enough for him to kiss you quickly. These quick kisses were as much a part of your daily routine as brushing your teeth that they had become a mindless action.

“Ewwww!” the little girl in front of you squeaked. Anakin’s hand lovingly ruffled her hair in response sending loose flour into the air

You put the cloth down,” how was work?”

Your husband shrugged, “the usual I suppose. The board of directors isn't happy with me at the moment.”

“So the usual then.”

A low chuckle escapes him, “yeah. How were the kids?”

You groan and an exhausted smile curls on your lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You turn to Leia; she was happily brushing the flour off her body and onto the floor. It was cute she was trying to help but sometimes you really wished she wouldn't. “Leia, would you like to tell daddy what you and Luke did while he was work?”

She nodded excitedly; shaking even more flour into the air. “We uh… we coloured! And then we um watched cartoons! Then Luke pulled my braid.”

You nodded in agreement, so far that sounded pretty accurate, “what else sweetie? I’m pretty sure you played more after your brother pulled your hair.”

“Right!” She agreed, “then mommy got distracted by a book. The kind with no pictures.” She made a sort of disgusted face at that. “So uh we made snow angels!”

You couldn’t miss the grin the spread across Anakin’s face as his daughter spoke. “But since there’s no snow outside what did you use?” you prompted the young girl.

“Flour!” her grin was just as big as her dad’s and when Anakin start laughing you were ready to slap him.

You had been trying to clean up the result of those snow angels for the last hour and didn’t find it very funny. You gently smacked his arm in protest, “Don’t laugh at my misery.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied with a hand to his mouth in an attempt to hold back his laughter. Once he composed himself, he glanced around the main floor of your home. “Where’s Luke?”

You wiped quickly at Leia’s legs, “upstairs. Hopefully playing with his toys.”

As if on cue a loud crash echoed through the house. “Fuck!” shouted a voice that could only be Luke. The swear word sounded quite funny in his high-pitched voice but you didn’t have time to laugh at it. Anakin looked at you with one brow cocked and an amused smirk.

“What? I didn’t teach him that,” you said in defence. You turned your head to face the stairs and shouted, “Luke, sweetie, what was that?”

You knew the silence was him deciding whether or not to tell you the truth. “The lamp,” he finally shouted back.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath. Luke definitely learned that word from you. You locked eyes with Anakin and were only further frustrated by his amused smile. “Well, welcome back.” You picked Leia up and thrust her small body into Anakin’s chest. “Now fucking help me. ”

He took the girl and lovinly held her against his chest. “How about I help clean you up, does that sound okay princess?” He grinned at Leia and she was quick to respond with a nod.

As you watched Anakin carry her up the stairs you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. These kids drove you crazy in the best of days, but you wouldn’t trade the little family you and Anakin had built for anything.

With cleaning supplies in hand you walked up the stairs. In the bathroom, Anakin sat on the floor and played with the twins as they bathed. You turned your attention to the broken lamp in your room. You had been smart enough not to decorate the twins’ rooms with anything breakable but hadn’t felt the need to toddler-proof your own room. You definitely regretted that now. You swept up the bigger shards of what had once been a lovely ceramic lamp and then carefully vacuumed the room. The last thing you wanted was to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and impale your foot on a piece of the lamp.

Once you were satisfied you hauled the vacuum down the stairs and returned it to a small closet filled with various cleaning implements. You turned around and Anakin was there; he had always been good at sneaking up on you.

His hands settled on your waist and he smiled sweetly, “the kids are in bed.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “They always listen to you better.” you yawned. Now that you had stopped moving the exhaustion was really starting to sink in.

The laugh that escaped his lips was barely audible but in the newfound peace, you were able to hear it. You leaned forward and Anakin met you in a gentle and lazy kiss. He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours. “We should get to bed,” he mumbled.

“Just one second.” You slipped away from him and opened a cabinet.

“What are doing?” he asked one a single eyebrow quirked.

You pulled out a glass bottle and two wine glasses and held them up for him to see before replying. “We’re going to get wine drunk in bed tonight.”

He approached you and grabbed one of the glasses putting it back where it came from; laughing to himself the whole time. “I’ve got work tomorrow.”

You shrugged and walked up the stairs Anakin close behind you. “Well, then I’m going to get wine drunk while you lovingly hold me.”

Anakin wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve you, but gods did he love you. “I can’t say no to that.” Upon reaching your room you both undressed and got into your sleepwear. When you climbed into bed you settled in his lap and rested your back against his bare chest. His arms were quick to encircle you and his chin found a home on your head. “I love you,” he whispered.

As you sipped at the drink in your hand you leaned further into his chest and his arms tightened in response. “I love you too,” you sleepily mumbled back.

About four drinks later you were flushed, giggling, and very tired. Anakin took the glass from your hand and placed in on the bedside table. “Time for you to go to sleep,” he said pulling you down into a laying position with him.

“As long as I get to sleep with you.” You craned your neck so you could place an affectionate kiss at the tip of his nose.

You felt his silent laugh vibrated through his chest, “goodnight (Y/N).”

You draped an arm over his torso and rested your head on his chest. “Goodnight Ani.” 

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Please enjoy part 2 my commentary of Outer Banks (you can find part 1 here)! Disclaimer: I started this show because I wanted to see all the hype was; I won't lie, I thought it was dumb and cliche throughout most of it. However, since I've finished I can safely say that I NEED A SECOND SEASON BC HOLY FUCK BRO. Don't come at me for MY OPINIONS, & also, most of what I say is in the spur of the moment. If you wanna come talk to me about the show I will GLADLY DO SO.

Ep. 6

• I don't trust Ward, jot that down

• John B is gonna be blinded

• FUCK OFF WARD YOU'RE NOT SLICK

• I WANNA GO AAAAWWWWF

• But now John B is actually on the property so that might be beneficial?

• Lana said fuck the feds and I did too

• BARRY BETTER BEAT RAFE'S ASS

• It's what he deserves :)

• THE CURTAIN JUST MOVED AND KIE SAW IT

• FUCK YEAH KIE SLAP HIS ASS

• Did he just

• He just slapped her back

• MOSQUITOS MEAN WATER

• YUPPPP THERE WE GO POPE KNOWS

• This is deadass the goonies

• "You love the idea of me" YESSSSS SARAH

• YES WARD CHOKE HIS BITCHASS OUT

• "WHERE'S THE BEACH!?"

• It's actually not okay but okay

• Yes he DID say that

• Desgusten

• RAFE IS GONNA STEAL MONEY FROM HIS DAD AND JOHN B IS GONNA BE BLAMED

• AHAHAHAHAH CAUGHT EM

• I love Pope sm

• Adina is that bitch, man

• Barry's gonna get his ass beat by Ward

• I knew it

• THERE'S WARD'S SHORT FUSE

• RAFE YOUR DADDY IS A PSYCHO

• KARMA, BABY, KARMA

• They're gonna trap Sarah and Kie on the boat?

• That's a got damn STING

• Why are they holding the blunt like a cigarette?

• What a shitty fucking person you are, Sarah. That's fucked up.

• SHE CALLED THE COPS I'M CACKLING

• They're gonna get caught by the scary lady

• "Weed? I could go for some weed" same, JJ

• JJ and Pope being assholes about John B and Sarah is my aesthetic

• NO NO NO WHY HER EYES LOOK LIKE THAT

• She's blind, duh

• Gross gross gross

• He's gonna catch something

• Wait does Corona virus exist in the OBX universe?

• "Any dead bodies?" Does the jaw bone he found count?

• That's shit he's covered in shit THAT'S GOLD THAT'S FUCKING GOLD

• JANIE'S GOT A GUN

• This is so cute but I know it's gonna blow up in their faces

Ep. 7

• I hate Ward he's such a sneaky bastard

• He's gonna take him out to sea and MURDER HIM

• or at least, like, warn him

• HE'S SUCH A GOOD LIAR

• Our boy Barry, he's gonna stir some shit up

• I knew it, pretending to be a cop tho?

• John B is B'ing dumb again

• Maybe not

• JJ NOOO

• CRAIN ESTATE IS FOR SALE

• AND WARD IS GONNA BUY IT

• JJ just wants his dad's approval

• THAT'S FOR HIS RESTITUTION

• How did ik this was gonna happen

• I hate his dad

• ahhhhh I WANNA HUG HIIIIIM

• Sarah do be bailin

• She said FUCK VULNERABILITY and to that I say SAME

• Those candles are gonna cause a fire. Old church? The Outsiders vibes

• Did they not just say they were gonna wait? And then immediately fuck? Okay.

• He spent his restitution money. He did exactly what he fought his dad about.

• He needs a hug so bad

• Thank you for hugging him Kie

• GUESS WHO'S CRYING

• ME IT'S ME

• Mr. Cameron, sir, you are operating a motor vehicle whilst drinking. You're providing a minor with alcohol. You should not be the Grand Knight of Rhododendron!!!

• Ward is an eavesdropping little shitfuck

• Blah blah blah all I'm hearing is a rich man trying to get the gold

• "Equitable split" sir you Didn't Find The Gold therefore You Do Not Get A Cut

• FINALLY JOHN B IS BEING SMART

• WARD JUST SNITCHED ON HIMSELF

• WARD KNOWS ABOUT THE DISAPPEARANCE

• Well, son, the sheriff already kinda knows

• What's he gonna do

• THE GAFFING HOOK

Ep. 8

• Ward is literally psycho so that's fun

• WHAT IS THIS SHOW

• HE STOPPED THE HOOK WITH HIS CAST I'M DEEEAAAD

• This turned into Parasite all of a sudden

• And this right here, folks, is called anxiety

• I love GTA

• Ward is actually psychotic

• "Ward you just got involved" just like his daughter did

• Fuck HE KILLED HIM FUCK YOU WARD

• AND HE DIDN'T CALL ANYONE WHAT A CUUUUNT I'M SO MAD

• BIG JOHN IS A LEGEND

• Ow my heart 🥺

• Ward is a big fat liar!!!!!!

• Oh my god JOHN B GONE CRAZY

• Sarah really switched up like that, huh? Shady bitch

• Where's DCS throughout all of this?

• He's doin a lil memorial I'M SAAAAD

• Pope deserves better!!!

• The gold is gone, just watch

• YUP I KNEW IT

• FUCK YOU WARD

• I feel so bad for Pope's dad bc he's had to work hard too, man

• Going to the Bahamas?????????

• Fuck Rafe

• BLAH BLAH BLAH NO ONE LIKES YOUUUU

• Pope whhhyyyy are you telling these PEOPLE ABOUT THE GOLD

• Oh shiiiit Susan knows about OTHER dirty cops

• I hope the plane crashes :)

• WARD IS A PIECE OF SHIIIIIIT

• SUE YEEEES

• John B's nod should not have been sexy

• RAFE YOU SONOFABITCH

• LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!!!!!!!

Ep. 9

• WARD. IS. A. PSYCHO.

• HOW IRONIC THAT RAFE'S TRUCK HAS A BLUE LIVES MATTER FLAG ON THE BACK WINDOW RHSJDJDBDNDH

• Pope is finally letting it out and I'M SO GLAD FOR HIM

• I shouldn't be laughing about Shoupe complaining about the regulator

• Ward really is a psycho

• FUCK THE POLICE

• All teenagers want is their parents' approval and that makes me saaaaaad

• Why do I wanna hug Rafe rn

• HE'S LIKE, NEVER GOTTEN A HUG IN HIS LIFE BEFORE???????

• OW MY HEART

• When the main character becomes a fugitive with a bounty 🥰

• Sarah isn't gonna do shiiiiit

• "What's gonna happen to Rafe?" Nothing. Because he's a rich white boy who can get away with anything bc of his daddy's money and power.

• They better not do a cliff hanger and make us wait til next season

• Rafe is delusional

• "He's a maniac" Pot, meet kettle

• Whose house is this?

• How are you gonna tell him to get out of your house and then chase him when he's trying to leave

• Pope high is amazing

• AW MY BABY

• He deserves the world and more

• NO PLEASE DON'T CRRRRYYYYY

• Topper is gonna let John B go, isn't he?

• He really locked his daughter in her room like Rapunzel

• "Hey Top, hey man, it's John B, hey" HE'S SUCH A LOSER LMAOOOO

• "My bad" My bad!?!??

• They're arguing over what word to use

• This is kinda gay ngl

• THIS FAKE CRYING EJDBEUSHEH SARAH

• Wheezie better not fuck this up bro or I s2g

• TOPPER DEF LET JOHN B OUT I WILL HOLLER

• I think Rafe is gonna get shot

• I hate this

• THE VEEEEENT

• I love rooting for a criminal

• SNITCHES GETS STITCHES, BITCHES

• Topper is gonna switch up on the Kooks and actually help out I bet

• RAFE NEEDS TO BE INSTITUTIONALIZED EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

• TOPPER IS WEARING THE HOODIE

• THAT'S HOW HE PROVED HIS LOVE FOR HERRR

Ep. 10

• Aw John B

• Pope said FUCK FEELINGS

• Tf is SBI

• State bureau of investigation, got it

• NO, WARD NEEDS TO BEAR RESPONSIBILITY BC IT IS. HIS. FAULT.

• "Idk how to fix it" kill yourself, easy

• Sell? You mean lie. Rich people logic amirite??

• RAFE HAS VOICES IN HIS HEAD HE'S GONE OFF THE DEEP END

• The officer better know the truth

• WARD IS A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

• The SBI agent sees right through Ward

• I hate this bastard

• FUCK YEAH

• Rafe is TWEAKIN

• Barry to the rescue?

• "I done worse, I was in the army" LMAOOOO

• Nvm Barry is still trash

• TRASH STICKS WITH TRASH

• They're GONE occifer

• AND THE THUNDER ROOLLLLS

• My heart is hurting so bad rn

• Is he gonna give himself up rn?

• I hate when JJ cries

• AHHHHHHHH HIS EYES OPENED AND I GOT SCARED

• OW MY FUCKIN HEART

• Shoupe is a pussy ass bitch too

• Pause, smoke break

• Lessgo

• He's gonna wait for the keys to be close to the car

• CALLED IT

• That was *chef's kiss*

• This is not good

• YEEEEES POPE

• NOOOOOO POPE

• VENGEANCE

• Holy shit

• Okay I'm gonna say it

• This GOT GOOD

• NO MORE CLICHES

• Holy fuuuuck

• If we get a second season, I wanna see Rafe destroyed

• Woah okay

• JJ is third wheel

• This is crazy

• STOP WASTING TIME

• This is all funny bc these kids are 16 and they think they're in love

• I GASPED OMG

• What did this turn into

• There's a cliche!!!

• Holy fuckitnenehehe

• Fuck you Ward

• He's gonna do it

• Ewwww "I'd rather die than be without you"

• What in the ever living hell

• Fuck fuck fuck

• And JJ is left alone

• OH MY GOD IM CRYING

• Holy. Fucking. Shit.

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Hi!! May I please request a matchup? I am overall pretty quiet person and easygoing I am not that assertive and I feel awful telling others no. I am pretty optimistic and I joke around a lot. I won't really approach people but i'm down to talking to new people and making new friends. My hobbies are playing my viola sometimes, playing games (mostly chill ones like Minecraft), drawing, and beading earnings/barettes . I don't like authority, confrontation, large crowds,doing the same thing (pt1)🌻

🌻(pt2)I like learning new things, history, going to new places, road trips, long hikes,ghost, cryptids, aliens, ect. Idk if this helps but I am an INTP. I am close to being the mom friend in the group but I can't handle responsibility and I don't know how to comfort others, but I try to be empathetic towards others. I guess I'm more of a the dad friend. I try not to argue but naturally I do it and I feel really bad afterwards. Idk if this was helpful but I love your work I think it's amazing💗

thank you so much! your description was super helpful, and I hope you enjoy this! - JJ 🖤

We think you’re amazing my dear! - Blake 💛

JJ matches you with - SIMEON

JJ: ah, a man(/woman/person) of culture I see! (although, in my humble opinion, the violin is better hmph! [I kid, I respect you and your viola!!]) As you are the dad of the group, Simeon would be the perfect mom of the group! I see like you both would embarrass your "kids" in an endearing way, them screaming "ewwww, get a room!" Simeon would ask you to play the viola for him, his gaze softening as he watches you. This might inspire something in him to pick up an instrument that pair perfectly with the voila. As for chill video games, Simeon may ask you to show him the ropes and such, wanting to spend the most time he can without feeling like he's suffocating you. He loves your optimism and the way you seem to live life in an easy going sense! Simeon would also love if you gifted him some of your pieces, finding ways to pair it with his outfits, and will go out of his way to get you something as equally meaningful. As for road trips, place your bets that he knows of every beautiful place to visit and hes going to show you each one! Imagine stargazing near a waterfall?! Or getting to experience what seemed like a ghost encounter in a haunted rundown mansion?! 😍

Blake matches you with - BARBATOS

Blake: I think you and Barbatos would get along swimmingly! Barbatos himself is a pretty easy going and quiet person himself! I think out of everyone he would understand you the most! He loves that you can joke around with him, people think he can’t get jokes well but he can, and he’d love to make jokes with you too! Plus your optimism is refreshing! But he also understands the not knowing how to comfort people, he seems a bit awkward but he tries his best, maybe you two can work on comforting by being with each other!

He would love watching you do your hobbies, mostly the viola and the beading earnings/barrettes! He hears lots of music from Diavolo’s gatherings, but your raw, solo playing of the viola feels more special to him, it feels personal in a way. He gets to hear the person he loves make music. He also thinks watching you do beading is fascinating, and often having to help around, it’s in his nature to join you and help, even if he may not know exactly what he’s doing.

If you’re with him while you’re at one of Diavolo’s parties/gatherings and you get stressed because of the large crowds, he’ll make sure everything is okay before taking you to somewhere isolated and helping you calm down as best he can. He doesn’t necessarily fancy big crowds either, so he understands, but he’ll either have to leave, or you two go back together, because his work is never really done (especially with the demon brothers on the run).

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Hey! I hope you’re doing fine! I’m sending a few, see if any of these work for you 😄 1- Liam and “you’re embarrassing me.” 2- Alby and “that’s gross.” 3- Arthur and “you should have thought about that.” Have a great weekend!

1- Liam and “you’re embarrassing me.”

“Liz,” William almost hissed the words, using every ounce of self control in him to refrain from swatting her hand away from him. He felt his cheeks burn as his little sister continued to make kissing faces while his girlfriend’s back was turned. “Liz. Lizzie. Kitty. Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”

Elizabeth’s hand flew to her chest, “what do you mean? I’m not trying to!” Her lips curled into a small smirk as she raised an eyebrow to give him a faux questioning look.

William’s jaw clenched as he stepped forward, wrapping his hand around his little sister’s upper arm and dragging her a few steps away from his girlfriend who was distracted by a conversation with his dad. “Stop. Stop it.” He held up his free hand, leaning forward to put his face closer to hers, “don’t look at me like that. Stop it. We are in public. Lily is nervous. I am nervous. There are cameras everywhere. And if you don’t stop taunting me I’m going to make sure your life is hell for however long it takes for the press to stop reporting on your bratty attitude.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened as William’s expression darkened the longer he spoke. “Shut up, stupid,” she shrugged her shoulder, pulling her arm away from his grip.

“Leave me alone,” William’s expression grew almost pleading, “just go…I don’t know! Walk with Alex! Or find Matty. He’s around here somewhere. You can torment Lily and I when we get back to the palace.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Elizabeth’s arms crossed. “I’m just talking to her.”

William bit back a hostile reply, wanting nothing more than to bring up all the things that he could just talk to his girlfriend about that would embarrass and mortify his little sister. Before he could threaten her with any embarrassing stories, though, Waverly entered his line of sight, pulling his attention away from his little sister.

“Mum,” William pointed at his little sister as the older woman approached them, a questioning look on her face. “Tell Lizzie to leave Lily and I alone. Please.”

“Lizzie,” Waverly’s voice wasn’t chiding, but it didn’t leave any room for debate, “why don’t you go ask your aunt if she wants a break from holding Lucas? Hmm? Maybe you can help feed hi before he goes down for a nap?”

William breathed out a sigh of relief when an excited smile spread across his little sister’s face and she disappeared, running off to steal their baby cousin away from their aunt.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to Waverly, spinning on his heel and making his way back over to his girlfriend, fully intending to save her from whatever God-awful conversation she was probably stuck having with his dad.

2- Alby and “that’s gross.”

Alexander leaned forward, his nose almost touching Elaina’s as she continued to speak, her voice growing quieter.

“–and that’s really hardly an excuse. I don’t think he should be allowed to run again if…if he’s…he’s been so very corrupt…and…” Elaina trailed off, her eyes dropping to Alexander’s lips, almost looking cross-eyed for a few moments. “You have cookie crumbs on your lips.”

“Do I?” Alexander raised a brow, “are you sure? Maybe you should check?”

Elaina huffed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she heard her boyfriend’s chuckle in response to his terribly cheesy attempt to ask for a kiss. “Okay,” she couldn’t resist, pressing her lips against his for several long seconds. “Yes, I can definitely taste your mother’s cookies.”

“Ewwww,” Albert’s face scrunched up as he stood in the doorway, “that’s gross.”

Elaina and Alexander froze, their heads turning slowly to meet the gaze of the six-year-old in the doorway.

“Why did you eat a cookie off of his lips?” Albert stepped into the room, his judgmental expression, “it’s…gross. It’s already been in Alex’s mouth.”

“It’s just kissing, Baby,” Elaina pulled her feet up onto the couch, watching as the six-year-old walked across the room and snagged a cookie from the plate in the center of the coffee table. “One day you’ll understand.”

“It’s gross, and it’s how you get sick. You’ll give each other all your germs!” Albert took a bite of his cookie, his expression growing exasperated. “What if Alex is almost sick? Not sick, but like he’s gonna be sick tomorrow and he doesn’t know yet but he’s still courageous now even though he doesn’t know it and then you get sick now because you kissed him!”

Elaina blinked, not able to address all the words that Albert just said because she was caught up on one. “Courageous?” She turned to look over at Alexander, her eyebrows pinching together. “Is he wrong or am I?”

Alexander held back a snort, raising a finger and pointing at his little brother, “it’s contagious, Baby.”

Elaina relaxed slightly, shaking her head as she recovered quickly from worrying that she had used those two words wrong her entire life. “And…even if he is contagious,” Elaina emphasized the word, turning her attention back to her boyfriend. “I think I’ll risk it. Come here.”

“Ewwww!” With his mouth full of cookie, Albert covered his eyes and ran from the room. “Mummy! Alex and Ellie are kissing again!”

3- Arthur “you should have thought about that.”

“I’ve decided not to be Queen anymore,” Waverly lowered herself back into her husband’s deck chair, raising her heels onto his desk, using her free hand to gently stroke baby Alexander’s face. “I’m just going to have babies. You can do all the running the country and I’ll just have children and play with them all day long.”

Arthur was only half-listening to his wife as he read over a few papers. “That sounds fine.”

Waverly raised a brow, a small smirk forming on her lips, “I think we should just have another one right now.”

“Okay,” Arthur turned the page he was reading over and began to skim it, making a few lines down and making a few notes. “In a few minutes.”

“Like now,” Waverly chuckled, not at all upset that her husband was so clearly not paying attention to her. “I want to announce that I’m pregnant again in a few months, and just keep having babies until I’m forty. I think we can probably fit in another eight or nine, minimum.”

“Mhmm,” Arthur hummed, chuckling softly as he did begin to listen to his wife speak, hearing from her tone first that clearly what she was saying was outrageous, and then catching the second half of her statement. He stifled a laugh, but didn’t respond.

“Yes,” Waverly’s voice rose in pitch as she leaned forward and kissed her son’s face, “I’ll fill this palace with little babies and you’ll just stay little babies forever.”

Arthur huffed, refraining from commenting on the tantrum of epic proportions their eldest child had thrown the night before over bath time.

“I don’t want to be Queen,” Waverly’s mock pout was evident in her voice, pressing several long kisses to her child’s forehead. “I just want to be Mumma forever and ever.”

“I suppose you should have thought about that before you married the king,” Arthur lifted his head, a small smile on his lips. “How is William? Is he still napping?”

Waverly nodded her head, a wide grin spreading across her lips, “and this one woke up in a very happy mood.”

“Only because you’re holding him,” Arthur commented, pushing himself onto his feet, the paperwork not he table long forgotten as he walked around his desk, peeking over his wife’s shoulder at their almost two-month old son. “What happens if we have eight more and they all demand to be held like him?”

“I suppose we’ll have to grow more hands,” Waverly stated seriously, tipping her head back to give her husband a serious look. “I will not have my babies lacking the care and affection they desire.”

“Of course not,” Arthur didn’t comment on the physiological impossibility of growing more hands, instead he just leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Thought I managed to get a little bit of everyone in these three. Hope you like them :) 

[hobiheavenly]

“You’re still the one I love” (JHS)

✧ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

✧ One shot, Domestic AU, Fluff, Smut 

✧ Warnings: fingering, sir kink, praise kink, penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, dirty talk

✧ Word Count: 6.5K

✧ Summary: Living a peaceful life with your husband and daughter is truly your source of happiness. But even with a happy life you start wonder if he ever regrets how his life turned out because of you. What would have happened if you had not gotten pregnant when you were both still in college? does he even truly love his present life? 

✧ A/N: you know for a hoseok stan i never really got into making a story for him. I wanted to give myslef the indulgence of writing about my bias in the sweetest way possible. when I say I went soft while writing this fic I MEAN SOFT AS A FLUFF BALL! i truly hope you all like it (●´ω｀●)

Happiness comes in many forms and through different ways. Some find happiness in having a lot of money or buying different things, others preferring small details that made life better like singing in your car when your favorite song is playing or walking on a sunny breezy day. For you it was your family. Nothing beats having your 4 year old daughter Seohyun and your husband, Hoseok, together with you thinking of silly ways to make you smile.

Seohyun was the quirky little goblin that filled your days with smiles and would always have a new word of the week. She had her fathers playful eyes, her mother's plush lips, and according to your brother Yoongi, a small kitty cat nose. She looked like a cute doll but contrary to a doll she was incredibly hyperactive.

For you happiness came in the form of Saturday morning pancakes where your daughter would always help by adding things to the mixing bowl or decorating the pancakes with fruit or powder sugar, all while trying to avoid getting Hoseok to eat all the chocolate chips.

“Look they’re saying something” he put the chocolate bag close to his ears, “what’s that, chocolate chips-ssi? You want me to eat you? That you want to be together in my tummy?”

“Papa, chocolate can't talk!!” The child pouts, “if you eat them all there won’t be enough for all of us!”

“Ahh alright! But I might starve and end up so skinny that the wind will blow me away all because you didn’t give me chocolate” Hoseok teased the infant to make her more angry but instead her reaction came in the form of a wail as tears ran through her face and she went to hug him.

“I DON'T WANT PAPA TO FLY AWAY WITH THE WIND!!”

It was adorable to see the tall lean man carry the child in his arms. Gone was the Hoseok you met in college who would dye his hair every 3 months and party every night without a care in the world. In his place stood a brown haired man who looked more formal but the childish spark was still there. He was now a responsible family man who was desperately trying to console his daughter to stop crying. In your eyes they were both the sunshine of your life. You set the last pancake on the plate and turn to where your family was.

“Hobi, stop that! You’re scaring her!!” You slapped his arm lightly and turned to your daughter, “Papa won’t leave because I keep him well fed and also he is filled with lots of love so can’t ever fly away. Plus I can always tie him down with a string if that happens”

You wrap your arms around your husband’s waist and send a wink to your daughter. Seohyun’s face lights up instantly, her emotions always so easily changing and so expressive, “Like a balloon!” She laughs as she gets down from her dad’s arms to continue her decorating job, “a Papa Balloon!”

“Tie me down?” Hoseok whispers into your ear hugging you back firmly, “Like bondage? Now that’s something I’d like to see you try” the comment making you roll your eyes but your smile was still on your face. As Seohyun concentrated on continuing the decorations for the pancakes, Hoseok spun you around catching your face “do you still remember the time we made pancakes the first time after buying the house? We truly christened the place”

He winked devilishly, his hands sliding to your sides as he pulled close to him. Even after 5 years of marriage your husband was still the king of wanting to get you hot and bothered in the most inconvenient of places. He knew you would blush just like you are right now and loved seeing you react so coily in front of others because he knew that if you were alone your reaction would be different.

“How about we don’t traumatize our daughter first thing in morning?” You smile playfully at your husband spanking his butt in the process.

Hoseok kisses you lightly at first but his kisses quickly deepen in a span of a second. Five years together and he still had the ability to make you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day with just one kiss.

“EWWWW GWOSS!” Seohyun interrupted the kiss by sticking her tongue out making a gagging sound at her parents, “can you not be so kissy kissy! I haven’t had breakfast yet!”

Someone was spending too much time with uncle Yoongi. That’s exactly the type of reaction he would give whenever you and Hoseok would display affection towards one another, the only difference being Yoongi was less adorable when he said that.

The three of you sat in the floor using the small table in the living room to eat your breakfast and Seohyun would turn on the tv for her morning cartoons. Most of the time you would watch along with her and enjoy the show, laughing at the figures in the screen or having Hoseok trying to imitate the funny voices as you laugh at his terrible impersonations. It was the moments together, the little details, the laughter, and company that made everything so worthwhile.

“Seo, we gotta start getting ready for when Yoongi gets here so we can all go to the dance studio” You called out the child once you finished breakfast, only to be met with deaf ears. Your daughter too busy watching cartoons about magical girls saving the day to even notice your calling.

“Let her enjoy the show it’s almost over anyways. Let’s get everything ready” Hoseok took the plates and left them in the sink while you followed behind after cleaning the table. Just as you prepared to wash the dishes, suddenly you felt your husband’s arms surround your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you scrubbed away. “Mrs. Jung, we didn’t finish the discussion we had earlier about bondage”

Hoseok loved saying your married surname when you were intimate, because to him the fact that you were even married was always a blessing in his mind. Sure a cute nickname would be the obvious choice for anyone but for him, as ridiculous as it sounded, he liked something out of the ordinary and a name that defined you as his. Because from the moment you met in that frat party his friends were throwing, the moment you locked eyes, he knew he was done for. You had to be his. He would move sky, heaven, and earth to make you his own. And the moment you reciprocate his feelings and then some, he was locked forever to your life. To him you were perfect.

“Mr. Jung, need I remind you our daughter is in the living room…” you whispered softly, not letting him see how his words affected you as you continued cleaning the dishes.

Hoseok gave a half smile, “If that’s the case we can always go upstairs...I might need your help to get into my athletic clothing”

He kissed the crook of your neck and slowly pecked small kisses leading a trail to your nape as he used his index to stroke gently the outline of your spine. The chill of excitement was automatic. Your husband knew your buttons and loved pushing them to the limit, knowing you would be the voice of reason who would always shut him down. But he always loved seeing just how much you were willing to cave in for him. He did this almost routinely. Anything he could do to get you to blush or be all hot and bothered was his favorite thing.

Normally you were quick to shut him down, being the voice of reason in this family meant also having to tell your husband to stop trying to seduce you so early in the morning. But this time you were in a playful mood, maybe it was the kiss he just gave you earlier or maybe the perfect morning that had you in a good mood. You shut off the water, turning your head slightly you look at him with darkened eyes, “I’ll meet you in the room in a minute” your voice dropped as low as you pressed your ass to his crotch, “you better make it good because we don’t have much time.”

“Have I ever let you down?” He had not ever in his time with you ever let you down. One of the 10,469 reasons why you love Hoseok: his sexual appetite and prowess never leave your unsatisfied.

Once you finished with the dishes, rushing more than usual, you headed to the master bedroom and closed the door locking it. Living with a 4 year old meant that she could burst through the door at any moment. Not that Seohyun was gonna stop watching her show anytime soon. While closing, Hoseok pulled you from behind close to him near the bed as he pulled down your pijamada shorts and underwear so fast it didn’t give you much time to react.

“You may have been acting cold and collected downstairs but I know your slutty little pussy has been hot and wet for me” once again he was correct, not that you ever admitted it openly. His middle finger was quick to find your core, slipping inside, and tracing circles on your clit. Your cunt clenching him in its moistened entrance.

“Take responsibility then” you smirked teasing him to try. Challenge accepted. The pace of his fingers quickened on the spot shortening your breathing. His digits start pumping inside you so rhythmically quickly making you lose your mind. It was easy to drown in his scent, in the sound of both your breathing, and the smell of sex emanating from your needy cunt.

“Break down for me. Show me how much you love feeling me” Hoseok urges you. You arch your back, feeling his hardened dick pressing against your ass again and you bite your lip fighting back the urge to moan the pleasure you were feeling.

Big mistake. He wanted you to let yourself go, moan his name and have you begging for more, and he knew the exact way to do it. With the hand he had free, he moistens the thumb and the places it on your breast as he flicks your nipple and ocasionally pinches it. In the position you were both in he couldn’t suckle your breast but feeling the wet feeling of his finger  were enough to have your nipples harden quickly. And to add the heat he licked your spine tasting your skin of your back. 

Even when the gesture was simple, it felt like you were being touched by a torch, your body getting hotter and hotter. You exhaled a long restrained moan, hoping not to make too much noise. His fingers easily finding your sweet spot, the endless torture causing your pussy to clench at the feeling of Hoseok’s fingers inside you. “Hobi….I’m so close” the waves of orgasm were getting higher, you could feel one coming. You cover your mouth letting out a muffled scream as the orgasm hits you, legs trembling like a baby deer. Had it not been because he was holding you, you could have fallen out of the weakness you felt.

Suddenly the doorbell interrupted the both of you causing Hoseok to actually jump in his place and pull his hand away. You could hear Seohyun run fast to get the door, greeting the new visitors with a happy squeal. “UNCLE YOONGI! UNCLE JIMIN!”

“There’s my little kitten!” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the entrance. The both of you exhale deeply,  accustomed to interruptions in your sexual activities at this point. Hoseok cleaned your cum with his finger and sucked on it tasting your flavor as he winked with a sparkle in his eye as if to say, “we’ll finish this later”. You both quickly change clothes and go downstairs to greet your brother who was accompanied by his boyfriend, Park Jimin. But just as you see him he greets you with a stern look on his face, “I hope your face is red because you were running”

Your eyes widened at the comment. As you look into the mirror in the hall you see your brother is right, your face was red from blushing so much all thanks to your naughty little husband who was giggling in the background. “What can I say I still have that effect on her” Hoseok shrugs smugly causing you to punch him in the arm.

“Ew gross, stop talking about my sister like that”

“Yoongi, they’ve literally been married for 5 years now” Jimin laughed behind him, “When are you ever gonna get used to that?”

“When hell freezes, I still don’t see what she sees in you but apparently you make her happy” Yoongi shrugs but quickly decides to ignore everyone else in favor of Seohyun who was tugging at his shirt and lifting her arms in sign that she wanted to be carried, “Seohyunnie! have you been a good girl?”

The child nodded her head vehemently as Yoongi started spreading kisses all over her face making her giggle. To say that Seohyun loved her uncle was an understatement of the century. As much as she loved her mom and dad to the Moon and back, she adored Yoongi to Pluto and back. And he in turn adored the munchkin to the point of spoiling her, something that you sometimes disapproved of but in the end you knew Seohyun always had her way.

You turn to your daughter who was now filling your brother’s face with little kisses “Are you ready to go out with Uncle Yoongi? Do you have everything ready in your bag? Look at you you haven’t even changed out of your pjs!”

Seohyun looks at you smugly, “Mama, I’m a big girl now! I so can take care of myself!”

Hoseok smiles as he interjects, “oh yeah, big girl? What’s 4340 times 13?” Seohyun gives a prolonged “uhh” as if she were ever to know the answer to that question at such a young age. “See that’s what I thought. Until you are able to answer that question you are still our baby and as such you have to follow what Mama says”

The child pouts as she hugs her uncle, hiding her face in the crook if his neck while making her trademark pout she always made when things didn’t go her way. “Come on Kitten, lets get your stuff ready. It’s best we get a move on quick. The rest of the guys are at the studio waiting for us and we still gotta create the choreography for Jimin’s new presentation”

The three men knew each other from their high school days, the three of them had always had an interest in the art of music and dance. Though time has passed since all of them finished college, every weekend they would get together and help each other out. Even when Hoseok didn’t professionally dance anymore, he was still one to help out when needed.

“After this you better pay me for my services Jimin! I may be your friend but I have a family to feed” Hoseok teased his friend.

“Yes, hyung, as soon as I win the competition and get the prize money I’ll give you your share I promise” Jimin smiled seeing the two men go up the stairs to change leaving the two of you alone. “I hope we didn’t interrupt your morning, I’m just super pumped to have Hyung teach me the new dance choreo”

“Oh, not really, we were already done with breakfast. But thank you so much for letting Seohyun join you guys for dance practice. Right now she’s in her ballerina phase so she’s been wanting to dance all over the place” You laughed remembering the little twirls and dance movements she would do around the house. Hoseok was very happy with this considering that dance was his major. Unfortunately the new hobby had cost them quite a few decorations around the house to be broken because Seohyun would lose her balance and knock things down.  

“No trouble at all! We love having her around she’s really cheerful and energetic like hyung but has the same smart mouth as you and her uncle” Jimin smiled his characteristing sweet smile “I’m always so impressed to see him act like such an adult! I mean if you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant so soon I bet he would still be living the party life like we did in college and he would be dancing professionally but truly married life has brought him down to become a loving father” Jimin laughed at his own comment but you didn’t return the favor. Even when Jimin didn’t mean ill when he said those words but it still carried something that hurt you deep inside.

It was true what he said. You got pregnant while in college, both of you having to quit all your dreams of travel and exploring like you once wished and instead did everything you could to get a job and obtain a house for your family. There was a time Hoseok even had to do two jobs to save enough money for baby supplies and expenses. Certain times you felt guilty for taking away Hoseok’s chance at dancing professionally and pursuing his dreams all because you got pregnant.

Hoseok never really held it against you though. By all means he was mature enough to take responsibility from the beginning and wipe away your insecurities. You remember how much you cried thinking that he was bound to leave you at the moment you told him. He had never mentioned making family to you so you were safe to assume that he didn’t want any.

“You thought I was gonna leave you like this?” He had said when you told him the news, “I would never be that cowardly! I love you and sure we probably skipped a couple of steps in the process of our relationship but I’m sure we can manage just fine. It’s you and me against the world, babe!” He placed a hand gently into your flat belly and cooed, “and other babe!”

Even when you faced hardships and criticism from many including your own families, you both stayed together through thick and thin. The pregnancy came with a cost. You ended up finishing college earlier in favor of a 9-5 job, Hoseok went into a store business in which later time he would become associate and earned good money and you went into the customer service world only to later discontinue that job once the pregnancy became so huge it was hurting your body to even do simple things. Your husband decided to take the ropes of the situation and was able to manage the income himself. “at least till the baby is born” he said. You felt guilty that you had to see him juggle two jobs because your feet were so swollen you couldn’t handle even standing for long periods of time. But once Seohyun was born that fateful spring day, everything seemed to show that all your hard efforts had been worth it.

The sound of your family coming down the stairs broke your thoughts and returned you to the present reality. The trip down memory lane was a bittersweet one that still left you with a sad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Your husband who now dressed in loose comfortable clothing of a white shirt and cargo pants carried Seohyun in his back. Your daughter being the creative little flamingo she was opted for a very colorful ensemble of pink leggins, white shirt, and an adorable baby pink tutu as she held her favorite My Neighbor Totoro plushie in her hand that was given to her by her uncle Yoongi (he had introduced Seohyun to Ghibli movies since she was able to speak and at this point could quote Totoro entirely). Hoseok came close to you and pecked your lips while your daughter pecked your forehead at the same time, the action causing a small smile to peak from your lips. “Come on Babe, let’s pop, lock and roll outta here”

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“J-HOOOOOOPE!” The roaring wave from the whole group of men and women in the dance studio welcomed you as you came in. Everyone knew Hoseok, shook his hand, and hugged him. He was in his world being the center of attention and getting everyone in line to start practice. You sat down next to Yoongi who was busy with his laptop doing some edits at the side of the room observing everything.

Your husband started the lesson and his second in command, little baby Seohyun in a pink tutu stood right next to him but at the other end of the room ready to get into the dance on her own. It was adorable seeing her try to imitate Hoseok and the others while adding so many more different movements that didn’t even belong in the choreography. Just like her father, she loved improv dancing.

When Hoseok danced it was like art in motions. His movements were smooth and rhythmic movements so natural like a flowing river. The man transformed into another being when he danced, it wasn’t Hobi or Hoseok, this was J-Hope the artist and dancer.

“Okay everyone let’s take a 5 minute break! Jimin I need you to push more at the second quarter ok? We can’t have you stepping on Sebin again!” Everyone dispersed to drink water and stretched as Hoseok stayed behind with Jimin guiding the steps slowly and your daughter followed along.

Two of the women stood came to get their water bottles that were next to where you were sitting, both looking so young and beautiful.

“He is such an amazing dancer! I can’t believe he hasn’t gone pro!” One of them said.

“Didn’t you know? The guy was at the brink of going into a multi famous company. But his college sweetheart got knocked up and he had to drop his dreams for her” the other responded.

“Oh damn that sounds so bad! Poor J-Hope! That bitch really destroyed his dream”

The was just the last thing to break you. Their words easily hurting you deep inside because you felt those words to be true. You truly had destroyed his dreams, you were responsible for holding him back. The tears formed immediately even when you pushed so hard to fight them back.

“OI! How about you shut the fuck up when you don’t know damn squat about his life” Yoongi growled at the girls who leave whispering amongst themselves. he looked back at you, eyes filled with compassion. “Don’t listen to them ___, those ignorant bitches don’t know shit”

“I gotta go to the bathroom, keep an eye on Seohyun please” you cleaned your tears and quickly ran out of the room.

Hoseok immediately noticed something was off about your attitude. Normally you would be smiling widely or giving a long lecture about how Seohyun should be careful about doing warm ups or telling her to not inconvenience anyone, but this time you were suddenly so serious and lost in thought.

“Yoongi, did you notice ___ has been acting rather oddly since we left the house? Like she was deep in thought but she was just really down. I didn’t want to make much of it but now that I saw her leave just now I can’t stop worrying about it”

“She’s a little on the sensitive side right now. Two of the trainees forgot their boundaries and were gossiping about your past which upset her. They called her a bitch for making you quit dancing for her. I swear some people are alive because it’s illegal to kill them”

A small growl came from Hoseok’s lips. People could talk shit about him but never about his wife or daughter. “But that still doesn’t explain why she was feeling the same since earlier…”

“Did you guys fight?”

“Not that I remember we were really happy this morning when I was fing…..finishing the pancakes she made for me” he scratched his head trying to look innocent.

Yoongi glares at his friend knowing well what he was trying to imply, “So then what could be ___’s problem? Before we went to get your stuff we left her alone with Jimin”

As if summoned by name, Jimin appears jugging his water irradiating his usual angelical glow, accompanied by Seohyun who immediately went to Yoongi to hug him, “Is there something wrong with ___?”

“Jimin did you notice anything wrong with her? did you guys talk about anything?

“Not really. I just told her i was excited to have you show me the new choreo and i told her it was weird to see you acting like a dad considering how much you used to party and dance….what”

Yoongi groaned, “Jimin, I love you, but you’re such a blunt idiot”

The younger man blinks in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“___ has an odd complex over the fact that Hoseok chose to quit dance over her. It didn’t help the fact that to bih….ladies mentioned that in front of her causing her to be upset” Yoongi explained

After his boyfriend explains the situation to hin, Jimin instantly felt bad and profusely apologized. “It was never my intention for her to feel that way. I was just really proud of Hyung for being so responsible.” he said sweating nervously, “I think it’s best you talk it over with her. Just give her some peace of mind about it. Yoongi and I can always take care of Seohyunnie for you so don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy does this mean I can stay with Uncle Yoongi and Uncle Jimin?? PWEATY PWEATY PLEEEEAASSEEE!!?! promise I’ll be good!”

He looked at the child with hesitation, normally you were the one to give the permissions in the family. But just as he was about to respond Yoongi pats his shoulder, “Look it’s okay, go help ___ out. We’ll watch over Sehyunnie tonight”

“CAN WE WATCH GIBWY MOOVIES LIKE LAST TIME?!” She jumped up and down. The mere question made Yoongi almost cry with pride.

Hoseok decided to end the practice early, claiming a family emergency and apologizing to the crew. Just as everyone left, you come out of the bathroom and see your husband packing his things.

“Hobi? Done early? I thought for sure you would take some more time with the practice” you said rubbing your eyes. Hoseok could tell by the puffiness of your eyes that you had been crying. “Where’s Seohyun?”

“She’s staying with Yoongi and Jimin, they are gonna have a ghibli marathon so she’s covered. In the mean time we can just enjoy the night amonst ourselves, okay?” You nodded silently at your husbands question, helping him gather his things to go back home.

The ride home was a silent one. Both of you too nervous to face each other and acknowledge the elephant in the room. But Hoseok was never the avid fan of awkward silences. The moment you arrive to your house just as you unlock the door he turns you around to face him, cornering back against the door so there’s no escape, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You ask nervously.

“You’ve barely talked on the way here, we are alone together after the longest time, and ever since we left home this morning you seemed lost. Are you going to tell me or do I have to do this the hard way?”

His face was so close to you, your husbands masculine facial features becoming more fierce under the moonlight. How is it he was the most tender and loving man but in a quick second could steal your breath with just a glare? “It’s nothing. Just in a mood. Plus it’s ridiculous to think about it now so let’s just rest and…”

“Yoongi told me what those girls said about me losing my career opportunity.” You curse under your breath. Your brother can be such a tattletale sometimes it’s annoying. “What concerns me the most is that this comment affected you to the point of crying so I am to suppose you believe what they say is true.” You try to deny this but you are shushed in an instant “Babe I know you the best out of anyone. I know how your brain works which is why I love playing around with your mind. Since when has this been bothering you?”

You released a long sigh bracing yourself for the truth you begin to spew, “I always have the thought in the back of my mind. You are the happiest when you’re dancing and it just flows from you so naturally. It’s just it leaves you wondering what would have been of our lives had I not made the mistake of getting pregnant?” You turn your eyes away from him quickly wiping the tear that was forming in the corner of your eye, “I know it’s dumb to think this way…”

Hoseok interrupts your chain of thought by pulling you near, kissing your lips so softly and carefully almost as if you were the most delicate thing in the world. “Never think that your insecurities are too dumb to express. True, we didn’t plan having a family so soon but in no moment did I ever think it was a mistake. We conceived together, it wasn’t just you who did this”

“But your career was....”

“I chose to go a different path on my own. I knew there were more risks involved working in the dance world than a regular job. Besides, I can always go back to it at any time but Seohyun and you are my life, my happyness and joy. I wouldn’t trade that for all the money in the world.”

“Why are you so good to me?” you smile candidly stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Because I promised to make you happy and to be there for you for better or worse. What type of a deadbeat husband would I be if I let my wife have misconceptions that are affecting her emotions? When I asked you to marry me it wasn’t because you were carrying Seohyun in your belly. It was because I love you too much to leave you. I wanted you to be mine the moment we met”

You kiss him back passionately, your doubts and insecurities just melting with each kiss. The feeling of happiness and love just bursted in your chest as you surround his neck with your arms and deepen the kiss even more. You felt incredibly lucky to be married to the man of your dreams, a man who supported you and continues to show you how much he loves you even after all this time.

“I’m already yours, you big baby!” You giggle against his lips, “always and forever”

Suddenly, your husband lifts you up and carries you bridal style inside of the house causing you to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Just like when we first got married” he winked as he carried you to your room where the place still had a lingering smell of sex from your morning escapade.

“How about we continue where we left off?” Hoseok said as he let you down on the bed and took off his his shirt “it was my turn remember?”

“What would like me to do Mr. Jung?” You ask, smirking against his lips as he tries to get your clothes off. The mere touch of his lips on your skin sends sparks all over, igniting a fire in your core.

“I want you spread for me. Touch yourself and wait for me to touch you” his voice dropping a couple of octaves sending a shiver down your spine.

It was a simple request but it was enough to have you trembling in anticipation. Hoseok loves teasing you, exploring every corner and taking his time with you. Reason number 9,837 why you love him: his foreplay drove you mad. To the point where he would test how long you could resist without begging for his cock.

You lay naked on the bed as your husband stands tall in front of you watching as you begin fingering yourself with one hand and caressing your breast with another. Your finger flicked your already hardened clit, your pussy already incredibly wet making it easy for you to mastrubate.

“Mrs. Jung what should I do to you? You look like you’re hungry for my cock to fill you up” Hoseok’s body was glistening in the moonlight slowly taking off his pants and underwear and  stood there naked with his dick hard and ready. The head was red, precum slowly spreading on top. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, knowing it was ready to spring into action.

“Hobi…. I need you so bad...I want you in me…”

Hoseok tisked as his had spanked your pussy causing you to jolt and leaving a delightful sting “You know how to ask for it...say it”

“Would you like to try my messy little pussy sir?” You jerk your hips against your own hand. Your other hand pinching your nipples to increase the pleasure. “Look how wet and hot it’s gotten for you. Hnnnng….I just wanna feel you all over me!”

There it was, the other side of you he enjoyed exploring. It filled him with pride and lust knowing only he was able to see this side of you and that it was provoked by him alone.

“Well since you ask so nicely” your husband smiled devilishly taking your hand out of your the way and grabbing them to the side as he slides his tongue over your moistened slit, the action causing you to clench to nothing in anticipation for more.

The instant he found your clit with his tongue, your hands start grabbing his hair and shouting out curse words like a sailor. If this is how you got over his tongue, the feeling of his member inside you was bound to get you crazy. He knew this and relished in the thought as he tortured you slowly to pleasure.

“So delicious….” he whispered against your cunt, looking up at your naked body as you saw him. The sight of you panting in pleasure, biting your lip, being so needy, and craving to be filled was enough for his dick to twitch in delight. “my sweet goddess”

His comment made you a little self conscious. Your body is far from perfect. Especially after childbirth your tummy had stretch marks and you could still see some scars from the c-section. You try to cover them with your hand but he swats it away. “Don’t even think about it. I love your battle scars. My sweet… sexy… goddess divine”

You couldn’t tell if the tears streaming on your checks were from happiness or from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. His words were so sweet and endearing but his actions were completely contradicting. The rhythm of tongue and teeth meshed together creating a sinful melody of sounds coming from his mouth, your mouth, and your pussy.

“Turn around… show me that slutty little ass of yours” you obeyed him, knowing better to disobey him even when you loved to defy him at times. You got on all fours as he lowered down to look at your glistening core, “look at you all creamy for me. Since you’ve been a good girl I’ll reward you. Tell me what you desire and I will do it”

“I want your cock in my needy little pussy, sir!” You slowly swayed hour hips, tempting him to move, “Please...fill me up with your cock, Mr. Jung”

“Your wish is my command” Hoseok said Standing up as he swiftly probed the head of his penis inside your core. The feeling of having him inside you, the stretch of his dick in your walls was enough to send your pending orgasm into overdrive. The wave of pleasure hit you so intensely your cunt convulsed as you were screaming so much while he slowly moved inside you. “Ff..fuck...your pussy is milking me so tightly …”

Your legs trembled in pleasure making it hard for you to stay in that position very long. Hoseok’s pace never lessened at any point, riding you orgasm while he fucked you from behind. The beauty of being in the house by yourselves was that you had free domein to do whatever sounds you wanted. The moans of your pleasure flooded the room causing your husband to almost combust when he heard you moan his name.

“I'm...not gonna last like this...much longer…ahh.. but I want to feel you so deep inside”

Just as swift as he always was he changed the position helping you move on top of him as you were in a reverse cowgirl position. The change made it so he could reach deeper inside you hitting your G-spot so good that both of you groaning in pleasure. He starts to pump into you again and again, cupping your breast and caressing them. He knew you hated the uncomfortable feeling you got after bouncing so long and he wasn’t one to complain over feeling up your tits.

“Touch your clit, Mrs. Jung. I want you to cum all over my balls”

“Your wish is my command sir”

It didn’t take much to send you to your second orgasm, your cunt already over sensitive after the first. Your back arches your whole body trembling as Hoseok continued to pump inside you but at an erratic speed, searching for his own high which didn’t take long to come.

Your husband comes so hard inside you making you scream his name like a mantra as both of your sweaty bodies collapse in the bed. You stay united, catching your breaths as he kissed you nape and whispered sweet praises into your ear.

“I...love you” You breathed into the crook of his neck. You thanked the heavens you had your IUD in place because his hot cum still inside you.

“I...love you...too, ____. Please never doubt that” he said kisses you softly. The contrast of his rough and assertive attitude when you’re having sex to the sweet and always boggled your mind. Yet still you enjoyed the best of all his worlds. He took out his cock from inside you, your heat immediately missing the filling, but he placed you beside you as he hugged you keeping close to him, hearing both of your hearts still racing creating an erratic tempo, a beautiful symphony. “How about I make you some breakfast in the morning? It would be nice to treat my lady every once in a while.”

“Knowing how you almost burned the kitchen last time I’m gonna have to pass” you laughed. Some of your pans still had the reminder of the Mother’s Day disaster he and Seohyun managed to create. “For now, I’m just happy here in your arms” you kissed the crook of his neck basking in the sexual afterglow.

“Nestled in like a pigeon” Hoseok chuckled.

“I guess you could say your arms are my nest. With you, I’m always at home” peaceful bliss invading your hearts as you both held each other into the night. Reason number 1 you love Hoseok: He was always there for you, even after all this time he was still the one you loved.

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Simple Things

~Alrighty, loves. This one shot was inspired by everyone taking college midterms, that scene in How High and with 4/20 passing. Erik and Black Reader are college study buddies/ friends who are working on college stuff when the reader gets stressed out. Erik decides to ease her mind and let’s go a few things off his chest. Contains some tearjerkers and of course a lot fluff. PLEASE READ THIS WHILE LISTENING TO SIMPLE THINGS BY MIGUEL

ERIK ‘KILLMONGER’ STEVENS X BLACK READER ****

You sat on the couch watching some documentary about on physics studies while you waited for your study buddy. Apparently, he knew everything about everyone in this subject and was the star pupil. You really didn’t need a partner but hey, he was a pretty cool guy. Very serious but knew when you should goof around. You showered beforehand and changed into your favorite high school class sweater and black leggings with you curly fro in a pineapple ponytail. You heard a knock on the door and when you opened it, he stood their, hair braided and gold rimmed glasses you knew wasn’t prescription but he always claim they were. He wore a white tee, jeans and all white Air Force ones with his messenger bag on. “What up, kid”, he said when he kissed your temple. “Hey, Killer”, you smiled once he sat and made himself comfortable. “Damn, you got a nickname for me every time but I like it though. Keeps me on my toes.” He took off his book bag and dug to get his books out. “So, what we getting into tonight?” You sat next to him and said: “well, I got an exam on the REAL history of the slavery era for my AA studies class”. He chuckled and said “should be easy. Since you know everything.” As he chuckled, you poked your finger through his dimple and it turned to it pretending to bite at it, making you giggle. “Aight. Aight. Get to work, ‘princess’”, he said in a sarcastic tone. You side eyed him and said, “ewwww, you sounding like my dad.” He laughed at the memory of him meeting your dad when he came by months ago for your birthday and kept referring you to his ‘princess ‘. An hour past and you sat there with just a paragraph out of five pages done. You lied your head on the keyboard, all while he saw. “Y/N, you dead?” He lifted your head off the laptop and took it from you reading out loud with a raised brow. “Gshsfsysisfshjudgenushsi. Girl you speaking tongues now?” You raised your head up and your eyes flew to his face. “Ain’t this some bullshit? I got ...” you paused then he said “writer’s block” and thought about it with him looking into your face. He grabbed a Diamond Sweet Swisher and a black pill bottle which he popped open to the most glorious cannabis product you ever smelt. “Kill, we can’t.” “Psh. You say that but you don’t mean that shit, Y/N.” You rolled eyes as he started rolling the decent sized blunt. You just lied your head back against the cushion of the couch and in between his legs. He looked down at you with a smiling and lighting the blunt. “Y’Know” he began to speak. “I always wonder why you always stressing but got a nigga. Like he ain’t doing his job. Seems like I gotta make you happy two times now since he fucking up, on some G shit.” You looked up and said “I can say the same. Ya girl ain’t doing nothing either, E. She doesn’t even have a job and is barely going to class.” He held the blunt to your lips so you can take a hit and he did the same after you, nodding. “True. Very true, little one. But we ain’t a thing no more. Called it off last week.” You arched your brow in deep thought and deep in high. “How come” you asked taking your puff out and tossing it around, letting it naturally fall. His eyes looked at the back of your head when he admitted. “She wasn’t for me. She wanted expensive shit. I mean I can afford it. Don’t get me wrong but she acts like a nigga just won the lotto something. She one of the females who wanna model and act because it can make millions easily but to be honest, I ain’t with it.” You looked up at him and asked: “so what do you want?” “Well, ya know. The simple things. Someone to chill with. Someone to smoke with, laugh with, lay with. I just want the simple things.” He ran his fingers through ya curls and said: “I want someone like you, princess.” You stood still. Did he just say what you think he just said? You swallowed the backed up air and took a deep breath before asking as you turned around. “Why me?” He still massaged your scalp. “Why you think, Y/N? You cool as fuck, laid back, you simple. Not a bad thing. You just like to be to yourself, you don’t party, you someone I need in my life. I just want you.” He gently put your head to the side and kissed the side of your temple which made your heart stop. You had no idea he felt this way about you. He was always so stern and serious so for him to open up like this caught you by surprise. He slowly massaged your scalp waiting for your response but when nothing came out, he stopped his hands and his eyes met yours. “Look I don’t wanna complicate things for you. I know you got a man and all but honestly I really don’t care about him. I know for sure I’m what you need”. He took the blunt out his mouth to blow out the air but your finger tips squeezed his lips together horizontally and your eyes were staring into his dark brown orbs. Your lips got closer to his and when you said “me and him stopped fucking with each other weeks before”. Erik’s eyes grew big then you said “blow”, he blew the smoke into your puckered lips getting closer. You two shared a passionate kiss in a cannabis fog that seemed like it covered you both; making you forget what happened but you two ended up in bed together, in the nude. Your head lied on his smooth chest and your hands were intertwined. He looked down at your hands then at you as you still looked yours. “This is what I needed. Just the laying up with my girl, after making love, smoking and laughing. Stress-free without a care in the world. All I wanted was someone true. I just wanted you and I got you.” You looked up at him, through a lip bite and said “same here.” He smiled then pressed his lips against yours as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

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[mittensmorgul]

8.09, Citizen Fang.

Owwww.

Here we are at the “consequences of not really doing what Garth advised in 8.06 and actually listening to each other.”

So Sam, Mr. “I have been upfront with you this whole time and you’ve done nothing but lie and keep secrets”, has been keeping a pretty big secret from Dean. He put Mostly Okay Martin on Benny surveillance detail. And HOOOBOY. For some reason, after having worked with Martin literally ONCE in his adult life, while Martin was voluntarily committed to an insane asylum because he cracked from the stress of hunting, for some reason Sam thought HE was more trustworthy than Dean.

Nice.

DEAN: [pause] You put "mostly okay" Martin on Benny? What is "mostly okay" doing hunting at all? SAM: Not hunting, Dean – tracking. Observe and report only. I was crystal clear about that. DEAN: Wow. I can't believe that. SAM: Really, Dean? You don't believe that? Because Benny's a vampire. And any hunter worth his salt isn't gonna let one just walk around freely. So I had Martin keep tabs on him. And right now, it's looking like I made the right call. DEAN: So Martin's saying Benny did this? SAM: Yeah. DEAN: [pause] Okay. SAM: Okay? DEAN: If Benny's in Louisiana draining folks... we should look into it.

And Dean’s ready to do what’s necessary, *IF* it’s actually Benny. 

Sam absolutely did not make the right call here, because it wasn’t actually Benny. But he wouldn’t believe Dean. He tried, he gave him a little leeway to investigate, but Sam refused to keep believing after a certain point. He chose to believe Martin, instead, despite not really trusting the guy to be hunting.

MARTIN: You're joking, right? We're doing this as soon as he pulls away. SAM: No, we're not, Martin. We're gonna give him a little bit of time. MARTIN: Hey, it's your brother. It's your call. How long are you gonna let him go on like this? It's staring him right in the face. SAM: [exhales sharply] Well, sometimes it's not easy to see things for what they are.

GAH. I hate this about Sam. He roots himself so deeply in his own beliefs (like back in s7 about Dean believing they were being haunted by Bobby but Sam dismissed it over and over until Bobby managed to materialize for them and proved Dean had been right all along, or like making Dean promise to go to Lisa because Dean had always wanted a normal life, or like believing Dean was “weak” all through s4). And it’s rearing its ugly head again here, and again, Sam spends this episode refusing to listen. While Dean goes out and deals with Objective Reality, finding the ACTUAL vampire doing the killing, and takes care of it WITH Benny. I mean... Benny is literally the one who kills the vampire responsible for the deaths, saving Dean’s life (again!) in the process. But Sam absolutely refuses to even HEAR the truth.

Because in order to keep Sam from going after the WRONG vampire, Dean resorts to a dirty trick, faking a text from Amelia that has Sam literally dropping everything (including Mostly Okay Martin) and driving off to Texas.

Now think, Sam was paired with Martin throughout this episode, who literally DIES because of his single-minded insistence that Benny should die, that no vampire is innocent. And he’s just... awful... 

BENNY: Oh, please. The half-wit who found me at the café? I'll take my chances with him. DEAN: That half-wit was sent by my brother, and trust me – my brother's not someone you want to mess with. BENNY: I don't have time to worry about them, Dean. I didn't think Desmond had an ounce of steel in his spine, but I was wrong about that. So now I'm gonna do what I should have done two days ago, which is put him back where he belongs. DEAN: You know there's only one way to do that, right? And that is for you to sit on the sideline while I convince Sam and Martin to go after Desmond. They see you out there, they don't care if you're gonna be collecting for the March of Dimes. They are gonna slice first and ask questions later. You know that. BENNY: You really think they'll go for that?

Spoiler alert: They did not go for that.

Mostly, Martin didn’t, revealing even more about himself (and disturbingly, his knowledge of John):

MARTIN: Glad your dad wasn't around to hear that. He'd have a mind to take you both out the woodshed and show you what's what. Half inclined to do it myself. SAM pushes MARTIN against a wall. SAM: You listen to me. I brought you into this. I can bring you out just as easy. So the only thing you're gonna be inclined to do is shut up and follow my lead.

YiKES.

But of course even after Sam gets the false call for help and runs off in fear for Amelia’s safety, he abandons Martin on the roadside, now suddenly unleashed to “take care of things” the way he believes they should’ve been. Dean tells him the vampire is dead, it was not Benny, and to walk away. But instead of that, he forces Benny back by taking Elizabeth hostage and threatening to kill her (A COMPLETE INNOCENT HUMAN) if Benny doesn’t come back. Not only did Martin want to kill Benny, he wanted to torture him AND Elizabeth with the fact that he was a vampire. And just... *ewwww*.

So... Benny kills Martin, and Elizabeth tells Dean exactly what happened. Sam refuses to hear the truth, because GAH. Sam had set Mostly Okay Martin on surveillance duty on Benny, and Dean had programmed Amelia’s number into a burner phone. They both lied to each other, both tried to manipulate each other through the people they attached themselves to during the Purgatory Year. Except Sam’s was always founded on a lie. He never told Amelia the truth, so she was always a self-deception, an “escapist fantasy” that he addressed in 8.08, and yet... because of who he is, and how he thinks, he cannot grasp that Dean’s association with Benny was founded on absolute truth between them. Remember that whole conversation about trusting people when they first met in Purgatory? The only reason Dean trusts him NOW is because BENNY REALLY NEVER BROKE HIS TRUST. PERIOD. Their entire friendship is founded on that fact. And Sam can’t even conceptualize that sort of trust, because he’d spent the entire past year actively running away from it.

And believing Dean, believing Benny now after Martin died for his lack of trust, would mean Sam would have to accept that all of this was his fault. So he runs away from it. Again.