#theyre once again keeping secrets and looking over their shoulder all the time -- but now its for a good cause

[good-beanswrites]

In one of your answers about lcsys a few days ago you mentioned that you weren't sure how closely Jackalope monitored their calls (re: trying to do investigations over the phone) and it occurred to me because you mentioned kazui calling hinako that she appears in both half and cat so he could contact her in person and they could talk a bit and even pass each other papers if they were sneaky enough. I don't know if anyone else would be willing to do that (the resources available to people like shidous wife and mahirus ex boyfriend would be limited anyway) but it could be another route if you wanted to make call monitoring strict

Anon I love that thank youuu >:0 There really is so much potential with this! 

They might not have committed careful, premeditated murders, but they sure are getting a knack for sneaky crime now. Speaking in code over phone lines, passing notes in between filming scenes, sneaking away to a private area to talk (though never knowing how much of the facility is monitored). Some of their loved ones may not have the skills/connections needed, but the prisoners sit together after getting their scripts to plan out who they’ll be able to make contact with and when.

Haruka’s sister makes a super fast appearance in AKAA, when she comes on set to film her scene someone slips a note in her pocket telling her to call a woman named Hinako with the police department and deliver a message. Hinako and the other connections listed investigate Es and Milgram, then send their findings in a message to the Kirisaki household. When Shidou visits them on his Triage trip, she passes him the information. He leaves her with any additional questions and findings to send to Mahiru’s ex before he leaves, sneaking the message into the facility. When arriving to film I Love You, her ex brings another note inside the facility disguised within his script he’s been told to look over. Mahiru has to stall some of the scenes to make filming last long enough for the others to interpret the information and form their next plan of action. Once they give her the ‘go,’ she’s able to put on a perfect performance and send the man home with a letter to Hinako. Hinako shows up to produce Cat with even more findings. This time, they send her home either with plans to investigate further on her own, or repeat the process with someone appearing in Deep Cover. They’ll have to hold out throughout the third trial, but hope what they’ve discovered/kick started will be enough when they leave. 

And, jailbreak attempt or not, I just realized they would likely end up getting close on their own! Hinako and Mahiru’s ex especially because of their similarities, but everyone would feel connected by this strange experiment. Even with limited investigation skills, they could search up the other prisoners and reach out to their families. There are conflicted feelings of sympathy and shame from the stable families, but it would make sense they’d get to talking with each other. Fuuta is horrified when the experiment ends and he leaves to find his sister is best friends with Mikoto’s. Muu’s parents are insistent about avoiding direct contact to protect their reputation, but they offer money and help to Haruka and Amane in their moving of homes. Shidou’s wife has set up playdates between her kids and Yura. (When we find out more, Kotoko and Es’ families are in the mix too :’))

[4townlove]

4⭐Town daydream #1

idk if this will become a new form of 4town x reader content im gonna try but i just got hit with this vision in my head while listening to music and i just had to get it out. I'll tag them as "💛 4town daydreams" for my blog but theyre still headcanons so yeah.

I'll keep them non-specific so can be applied to whichever member is your favourite/bias i hope you enjoy.

he screams your name and at the sound of his voice, every fibre of your being shudders. your shoes cement themselves to the ground, and no matter how hard you try to keep walking away, through the current of people bustling against each other, shoulders bumping together like waves crashing across the vast and endless ocean.

he calls your name again, the strain on his desperation to reach you making his voice crack, but he doesn't care. and now, heart hammering so hard in your throat you're certain you havent taken a breath in at least a minute, your head turns on its own.

it was so easy to find his eyes, even in the dark. no matter if you were in the wings and he was on stage, his voice just as majestic and irresistible as it was now, and just like those times, as soon as your eyes met his through everything else, the whole world melted away.

he was still in his 4Town gear, his headset mic bouncing at the corner of his mouth as he sprinted towards you, not caring who he bumped into. it wouldve looked absurd had it not been for the focus gleaming in his eyes, the blue and orange colour palette of his clothes transforming him into a shooting star pushing through the black night sky of the public standing between you.

you tightened your grip on the handle of the suitcase you been tugging along, every muscle tensing against the prospect of facing him, but you still couldn't walk on, couldn't away from him and everything that had been. the decision you'd made and your supposed unwavering justification for it melted as deftly as an ice cube under the brilliant sun that was his gaze, his mere presence amidst the dull, blurry, faceless population.

you'd thought he'd be better without you, that sooner or later, he'd find someone who he actually loved, who would be worthy of that perfect all encompassing adoration he showered on you every single day, from the moment you woke at his side to when you fell asleep in his arms once more.

surely this was better for both of you. surely he would understand. surely you would get over him...

but the more your heart kept you rooted where you stood, watching him through a rising flood of hot, stinging tears as he got closer and closer to you, his own eyes bright and sparkling with heartbreaking care, the less your assurance held ground.

and then there he was, crashing into you and pulling you right against him, strong arms so secure around you, chest heaving as he panted, relief pushing his hot breath over the skin of your neck, his burning cheek pressed against yours so firmly you could feel how his own lifted as he smiled...

your breath caught in your throat, now too tight and dry to swallow; your grip on your suitcase finally giving way as your palms became slick with sweat... and his own hands kept you close...

"please... p-please... don't leave me... i beg you..." he panted. was he trembling?

your heart skipped against his chest, this familiar intoxicating warmth drawing up every single moment you had shared with him, every laugh, every whisper, every secret kiss, every promise of forever...

"......w..why?" you finally managed to choke. "why m-me of of all... possible people?"

he pulled back just enough to gaze into your eyes, so softly that in an instant, you could already see the answer stamped on his soul, could hear it before the three words escaped his lips...

/dont say it. please say it. dont say it. please say it. dont say it. please... please say it/

you could've walked away then before that spell was cast, but you didnt want to. you wanted to stay... truly, you wanted to fall again, and so, as your tears finally slid down your cheek and he caught them on his thumb, you let him answer, admitting to yourself now that this was truly what you wanted more than life itself...

he held your cheek in his warm palm, caressing your face with his thumb and leaned in so his lush and full lips grazed yours ever so slightly, just enough to make you shiver with agonizing anticipation...

and in that breathless moment, he whispered...

"...i love you..."

[blaiseslilsissy]

Secret Crush

Tom Felton x Reader

(tom and y/n are both acting for the second harry potter film. tom as draco malfoy and y/n as daphne knottingley. they were both slytherin characters which also meant they were close to each other. infact their characters had started fancying each other at the end of last year.)

„Hey Tom“you spoke. „Hey how are you?“ he asked me. „Good what about you?“ i asked him keeping up with the conversation. „i‘m also good“he replied. the two lovebirds hadn’t seen the truth in the eye to realise they liked each other. but of course their cast members noticed. in fact they had been talking about since you two laid eyes on each other. tom and y/n were asking chris about the quidditch scene. „So draco and daphne bump into harry from both sides“

the guy who always filmed and talked with the actors zoomed in on tom and y/n fooling around. „the two lovebirds are doing their usual flirting as always“he said laughing. „tom for christ‘s sake will you stop“she said in between laughs.dan,rupert and emma were just laughing about the situation since it happens everytime they see eachother.

„you two are adorable“emma said giving the two a meaningful smile. she had a crush on tom but the only thing she wanted for him was to be happy even if that meant he‘d start taking interest in her good friend.y/n liked tom and tom liked y/n.so why wouldn’t they date?it wasn’t that easy.they didn’t know if the other person felt the same way.but even if they both liked each other if they dated and broke up it would be so awkward and they don’t know how long theyre going to keep being able to be together on set.

„ok tom ,dan you guys are up for scene 7 and go“ chris spoke. „listen here, pottah, don‘t keep googling your eyes at a slytherin. she doesn’t like you. she would never like a gryffindor.“ tom spat in the role of draco. even though it was his line it felt like he would actually stand up for you like that. you were so focused on tom that you didn’t notice you were staring. „blimey y/n if your gonna keep on staring at him like that your eyes are gonna fall out“ rupert said. emma snorted. „just tell him.“ emma said but before you could get out a word she cut you off. „‘hE dOEsN‘t LiKe mE‘is not gonna work he likes you he even told dan and rupert. and look at all the hints.“emma spoke. „what hints?“i asked confused. „he always holds the door for you, he always hugs you, you two were cuddling yesterday waiting for each of your scenes, he always checks if your okay,he always wants to spend time with you, he‘s always with you mostly but do you know what this all means?“emma said in a tone sounding more excited than you on christmas. you shook your head. „he doesn’t just like you y/n , he loves you“as soon as those words left emmas lips you were in shock. tom walked over to you guys. „hey guys, y/n you alright?“ tom asked worried. „excuse me for a second“putting your hand on tom‘s shoulder. emma quickly followed you into the restroom and saw that you were panicking.

„y/n…..are you sweating?“emma asked. „just a little bit on my forehead.“ you told her. „emma i like tom and all but its-“ but she had cut you off once again. „just overwhelming“ emma ended your sentence. you just nodded. „ i mean likes just a word but loves a big word“you said. „now just go out there and tell him otherwise you’re gonna make yourself crazy.“ emma said. you nodded as you and emma walked back to tom, dan and rupert. as soon as tom saw you he was already walking towards you. „are you alright y/n?“ he looked worried. you nodded and smiled at him. „tom can i talk to you for a moment?“ you said as you looked behind him to emma, dan and rupert all of them giving you a thumbs up. as you and ton started to walk to a more quieter place you stopped and looked at him. „i‘m really grateful for how much you care about me. and i appreciate that you always try to show me the best of everything. and i just wanted to tell you that i have feelings for you“i spoke still looking into his eyes. „so do i“ he spoke. „like dating. like i have a crush on you. like i want to kiss you kind of feelings.“you said trying to test him. he just nodded. you were so shocked you weren’t able to move. tom took that moment to kiss you. you kissed him back and that’s when you both realized.

You were made for each other.

[le0watch]

"the moon is beautiful tonight."

it was said so quietly, langa almost thinks he hadn't actually heard it. he glances to his side, where reki is sitting, his knees hugged to his chest. his cheeks are a deep red, spreading over and across his nose. the moon's light shines brightly, highlighting his face just enough for langa to see the curves of his cheeks, the freckles peppering his skin, the honey amber of his eyes. he's not looking at langa, but at the moon instead, its perfect sphere reflected against the soft candlelight of his gaze.

he's beautiful, stars surrounding the moon's reflection, making his eyes look like a bit of the night sky captured in his skull. langa could get lost staring into them, to forever drift through the stars and galaxies in his amber orbs. a few strands of his fiery hair frames his face, bringing ever more of langa's attention to his gorgeous eyes.

langa can't stop the breath from being caught in his chest. at the way reki blushes so adorably. by why is he blushing? he normally only does following a stream of compliments that langa had released, or due to the brushing of their hands. maybe if due to his gorgeous eyes catching langa's watching him, a softness at their edges.

but none of that had happened. they've sat here together, under the night's sky for about an hour now. it had started off with langa pointing out some of the constellations he knew, followed with reki asking for the stories behind each. and because of the interest langa had taken in them when he'd been younger, he happily obliged, retelling each of the stories he knew behind the shapes of the stars.

his favorite is o'rion. langa likes to imagine that instead of the ancient hero, carved into his place among the stars, that it was reki, instead, forever shining like the sun he is.

he hadn't even been looking at the moon. but now, after reki choked out that sentence, his gaze drifts to it, finding it to be large and full, bright against the black backdrop of the sleeping sky.

he has to agree that it is, in fact, beautiful.

but that still doesn't explain the feather light flush covering reki's cheeks and nose.

a cat with a pure coat of silver fur approaches them, tail held high, curved at its tip. its eyes are an unearthly green, watching the two boys curiously.

"it is," he replied, softly, not wanting to break the state of their quiet comfort. the still of the night they had melded into.

somehow, he thinks, he must have answered wrong. because of smiling back at him, reki frowns, his eyes dropping, chin burying itself in the fabric of his sweater's sleeves. langa frowns, too, guilt rising in the pit of his stomach over a mistake he doesn't understand.

"reki, i-"

"tell me more about the stars, langa," reki said, interrupting him. langa stops, mouth still half way open to form his apology, eyes blinking slowly, like a confused owl. reki looks at him, now, with a bright smile that langa knows is forced. what had he done? he'd messed up again, and he doesn't even know how. and now, reki isn't going to explain why, not now, and langa knows he shouldn't press.

so, he tells him more about the stars. he traces the constellations with his fingetip, and he doesn't comment on how he feels reki's gaze on the side of his face the rest of the time theyre there, laying in the grass, skateboards abandoned nearby.

the silver light cat trots away, tail lowered.

langa later tells joe about the confounding experience. the morning sun's fresh rays of light pours in through the windows, gleaming off of the slicked counter and tabletops. joe pauses in the cleaning of the glass he'd been focused on, eyes darting to langa's face.

"he said what to you, word by word?" joe asked, somehow serious of the smallest of a thing. what does it matter what reki had said? langa did something wrong, making those bright honey amber eyes dull to a brown pebble. he just needs to know what he did, so he knows how he can fix it.

"'the moon is beautiful tonight'," langa repeated, recalling each word easily. he remembers anything and everything reki ever says to him, filing each phrase and thing that leaves his lips in sections of his heart. especially the things that matter most- like the time he'd admitted to wanting to skate with langa forever, the day after that and the day after that!

joe's eyes widen, but his lips quirk upwards into a light smile. he chuckles softly, setting the cup he'd been cleaning aside, with the rest of the drinking cups.

"langa, that phrase holds meaning in our language," joe informs him, and langa's heart skips a beat. oh, no, what if it was something important, and langa had just brushed over it like it was no big deal? what if he'd offended reki, and there was no way of returning the honey he loved to those amber orbs he adored?

"what? what does it mean?" langa asks quickly, desperatly. he needs to make it up to reki as soon as possible, so joe needs to hurry up and tell him already!

another chuckle, and joe leans back against the wall across from the counter, large arms crossed over his even larger chest. "i told kaoru that very phrase, before we were together," he said, instead of answering langa straight on. langa's eyebrows furrow with his confusion and impatience, and he wants to demand that joe just tell him already. but joe is hokding a hand up, probably to calm him. "i told him this phrase on the night we got together. so that he would finally know. i couldn't tell him outright, so saying that instead helped me tremoundously. now, as you know, we're together, because he understood."

his eyes had gone soft as he spoke, remembering the night that he and cherry finally became official. it had been a pretty night, with them standing together a tad off from the rest of the ground, joe's jacket draped over cherry's shoulder. the moon hadn't been to remarkable that night- a small sliver, more dark than actual light. langa recalls just hearing the whisper of joe's words brushing through the air, against his ears.

"the moon is beautiful tonight," joe told cherry, his voice low like it had been a secret. langa's head tilted in confusion when cherry's eyes widened with surprise and disbelief, glazing over with something like admiration. reki beside him had gasped, hands coming up to cover his mouth at the scene, a light pink flushing his face. langa's confusion had only grown, furthered by the rolling of miya's eyes and shadow's blanching noise.

cherry had, surprisingly, pressed closer to, even if a tad begrudgingly. "i'm glad that you do," cherry had finally responded, and didn't sound like he was hissing through the cracks of his teeth anymore.

and then, just like that, they'd been official, and everyone cheered for them, leaving langa behind in his utter confusion.

now, it's dawning on him, and his mouth drops open, heart skipping another beat. he could feel his cheeks heating up, like he was outside in the summer's heat instead of inside in joe's a/c cooled restaurant. joe smiled at him as his eyes went back to his face, nodding a little, confirming langa's suspicions.

langa ran from the building as soon as he knows for sure, needing to find reki right then.

he doesn't find reki until later that day, as the sun sets and the moon is peeking over the horizon. reki is at the skatepark, alone, sitting on top of his board and idly scooting himself side to side. the last of the sun's light catches around him like a halo, making him the sole originator of all sunlight for a moment or two, before it fades, leaving him in shadow.

but langa can still reki's beautiful face, honey amber eyes looking at the cracks in the ground, tracing them almost like they are the constellations fallen to earth. he can't stop himself from smiling, at the freckled face, the lightly tanned skin, the fire red hair and amber eyes.

he makes his way to where he sits, and plops down on his own board beside him. reki jumps a little, not noticing his arrival until he's directly beside him, their bent knees brushing in the middle. the moon is slowly rising, a sliver of it sliced off. but it is still large, still bright and beautiful. like the boy he loves sitting beside him.

"hi, reki," he said in greeting, offering a small smile and wave.

reki flushes a little, already, waving back, shy. "hey, langa," he replied, and looks back up at the star dotted sky, capturing some of it in his eyes once more. if reki's eyes were the universe, langa wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. "wanna tell me about more of the constellations?"

langa hums, a light, song like note. he scoots ever closer to reki, the edges of their boards bumping, their thighs meeting. the flush on reki's face darkens, and his gaze flickers at their connected legs. "maybe in a minute," langa said, and brings their shoulders together. reki goes completely still, knees locking him in place. he leans closer, wetting his lips only a tad nervously. he's waited for so long to say this, and now he could communicate it in the way reki would prefer. he tilts his head towards the dark sky, towards the moon, now halfway high. "don't you think the moon is beautiful tonight?"

it must be the way he says it, because reki's honey amber eyes dart to his, and his flush deepens even further at how close their faces are. langa is now completely invading reki's space, their noses inches apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

wide honey amber eyes stare into his own, searching, and he smiles warmly, nodding, a minute thing.

reki's lips part, his gaze drifting to langa's mouth. langa makes sure to lean in closer, slower now, however, to allow reki time to pull away. he doesn't. instead, he leans closer, their noses bumping, brushing against one another intimately.

"me too," reki whispered. his words are nearly stolen by the breeze, but langa catches them, bottles them into a small jar and stores it away to keep forever.

finally, their lips meet, warm and soft and chaste, with only the moon watching.

[kindness-ricochets]

Genya tailoring wylan while he explains everything that went down to his older sister and brother zoya and Nikolai

W: ok so he says I’m going to music school right? And I’m like “hmmm sus but on ig” and like it’s all the way in another place so I’m like when I’m there I’ll just

N: book it?

W: EXACTLY book it. BUT YA WANNA KNOW WHAT HE DID. THE CONVIER

Z: tell us

W: HE TRIED TO HAVE ME KILLED

everyone in the room collectively chokeing while wylans still talking

W in a tone much more Jovel and annoyed then should be for discussing attempted murder: AND LIKE, ok I’m a little annyoed by the whole attemped infantacide thing but like, THEY DIDNT EVEN TRY??? LIKE they could shot me, or stabbed me, or punched me or EVEN LIKE IDK boat out to sea and throw me over but nOoOoOo, they try get this. Choking.me.out WE ARENT EVEN FULLY OUT OF THE CANEL YET AND THEYRE NOT EVEN CUTTING OFF MY AIRWAY. Kinda sad how bad they were at that. So I konked em and jumped overboard and - wait why are your guys faces like that

Z,G n N: no reason at all continue

Okay... I am so much better with drama than comedy, so this turned into a drama, but it DOES include the major beats of Wylan telling his Ravkan friends about Jan! I hope you like it :)

Wylan hadn’t been sure he could say it at first. “Miss Genya.” Was that too forward? Would it tip off the others? He had thus far kept his Ravkan connections secret. Kaz would have wanted to leverage that somehow.

He had been close to tears of frustration when Jesper stayed in the room. Wylan wanted to talk to her alone, but Jesper, going halfway mad from his impatience, had stayed so long with him…

When Jesper left to grab a cup of coffee, Genya spoke first.

“Are you all right?”

Wylan nodded. “I wasn’t for a long time, but I made it.”

“When this is over, you can come with us.”

His throat ached to hear it. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go. He wasn’t halfway to tears at the prospect of going to Ravka. He was halfway to tears at the prospect of being wanted.

“But maybe you’d rather stay with that cute boy, hmm?”

Wylan blushed.

“Good, keep blushing. Keep your circulation strong.”

They didn’t get much time to talk before Jesper returned. Wylan wasn’t sure how much the Ravkans would want him revealing about their connection, so he kept himself quiet on the subject and trusted Genya to understand that when he thanked her, he meant for all of it, for fixing him, for having been his friend.

He got his answer not long after.

About how much the Ravkans wanted him to tell.

Jesper and Wylan were on the settee together, enjoying the closeness. The kiss seemed to have spoken some promise of access to one another—nothing too intimate. Just long, clever fingers in Wylan’s hair while he leaned against Jesper.

“Jesper. Wylan.”

At Kaz’s voice, they both turned. Wylan only stood when he realized who was with him.

Nikolai had been a steady presence in Wylan’s life. A mentor, a friend. A brother. He had been someone worth sticking around for. Seeing him there, standing beside Kaz, Wylan wanted to go to him. But Sturmhond had only ever been there to “escort him to Ravka”. They were not publicly friends, and every secret even implied to Dirtyhands…

“Our new friends would like a word, Wylan,” Kaz said.

“Privately,” Sturmhond added.

Wylan took a step toward him before Kaz asked, “Why?”

“Surely you can understand—”

“And you can understand the need for a little oversight.”

“Not from you, Brekker.” Ah, there was the Zoya Nazyalensky he knew and loved!

Nikolai looked to Wylan. “Ignore him,” he said.

So Wylan stepped forward and hugged the privateer. Nikolai had the same impulse. For a moment they held on tight to one another and Wylan had that same soreness in his throat he had felt with Genya.

“Whatever he did to you, you didn’t deserve it.”

Wylan swallowed.

Nikolai had been the closest Wylan had ever seen him to furious when he found out. He offered to keep Wylan in Ravka, but there was no way to do that without starting an international incident. He sent a letter, even, but Jan refused and it wasn’t everyone who would kidnap a Councilman’s kid.

Telling Nikolai seemed… possible, but Wylan glanced at Kaz. And at Jesper.

“Um… since when are you friends with pirates?” Jesper asked.

“Privateer,” Wylan and Nikolai said.

Wylan looked between Jesper and Kaz. They both had questions—albeit very different ones.

“Jan sent men to kill me,” Wylan said.

“What?” asked Jesper.

Zoya said something Wylan was pretty sure was a Ravkan swear. They had all made a game of not teaching him the naughty words, so he could only guess.

Kaz looked intrigued.

Nikolai gripped Wylan’s shoulder tightly.

Wylan shook his head. Somehow remembering that day on the browboat made his throat hurt. “I was sloppy. They shouldn’t’ve been able to get me. I remembered that move Tolya taught me, but—I’m fine! Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason at all,” Zoya said.

Jesper was stroking his revolvers, a gleam in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” Wylan insisted. He was! He just wished that ache in his throat would ease. “I’m fine! Anyway it was six months ago!”

“He knew you had a place in Os Alta,” Nikolai said.

Somehow that stung the worst, because it was true. Jan didn’t have to kill Wylan. He had shut him out of the business years ago, so there were no secrets to spill, no treason to commit. Just last summer Nikolai had offered to keep Wylan there, made clear he was welcome, Jan could have… but he wanted to…

Wylan took a deep breath. His eyes were prickling like he might start crying again, in front of all these people!

To make it worse, in the split second Wylan had that realization, someone else had come into the room.

“Wylan has a place in Os Alta?” Nina asked. Matthias, beside her, looked grimmer than usual. “You mean his family owns property there?”

“The King has a soft spot for lost princes,” Zoya said. “And redheads.”

“You know King Nikolai?”

“Of course she does, I’m sure the whole Triumvirate knows him!” Jesper said, and Wylan wanted to kiss him again for redirecting the conversation when it was all getting to be a bit much. Kaz was watching him closely. Nina was staring. Zoya and Nikolai were both dealing with what Wylan had told them and he felt foolish for having done so now. Maybe all he had wanted was for them to say it was okay he wasn’t able to use the skills he learned sailing when Tolya tried teaching him to fight.

“I meant Wylan,” Nina retorted. She turned her attention to him once more.

“I visited him in Os Alta a few times,” Wylan said. He left out the time Nikolai, then a student at the university, had come to visit him in Ketterdam.

“This would have been useful to know earlier, Wylan,” Kaz said.

Which was a good reason not to tell him!

“Wait a minute,” Jesper realized, “we actually could have ransomed you! Hey! Kaz’s plan almost worked!”

“Almost,” Wylan repeated, deeply dubious. Kaz had never tried to ransom him to Nikolai. “N—um, not that I’m recommending ransoming me. Um, I… the thing is… it’s my mother. She was—my father had her locked away and I—if I could…”

“King Nikolai will doubtless do all he can to assist you,” said King Nikolai, despite everything clearly amused at speaking in third person. “And your mother. As any good king would. Exceptional, even! But I must insist on a private word.”

This time even Kaz didn’t object. Wylan felt a twinge of guilt leaving Jesper and cast him a look he hoped communicated an intention to tell him everything later. He followed Nikolai into the next room, anyway. Although Nikolai had never shown him any frustration or disapproval, Wylan still worried. What if this was it? What if he had reached his limit?

Nikolai was not at his limit.

Instead, he said, “It’ll be all right, Wylan.”

“You’ll help us?” Wylan asked. “Me and my friends.”

He nodded. That was already the deal, Wylan supposed, but he still appreciated hearing it from Nikolai instead of having to trust it from Kaz.

“Is there anything you didn’t want to tell me in front of the others?” Nikolai asked.

“No.” The ache in his throat was back. Wylan swallowed. He blinked rapidly, but his eyes wouldn’t listen. “He tried to kill me…”

Nikolai squeezed Wylan’s shoulder.

“Brekker is a… unique sort, but I doubt there’s anything he can’t think his way out of. Between the two of us, we can tweak this plan if necessary. You shouldn’t have to see him.”

“Thank you,” Wylan said, “but I can take it. You don’t have to protect me.”

“I never protected you because you needed protecting, I did it because I wanted to keep you around. It helps that you look at me like I can do anything. See, that’s the one!”

Wylan found himself smiling despite it all.

“And Jesper is in love with you. You don’t always pick up on these things, but it’s very important you know this time.”

“We…” Wylan looked away, blushing. “I kissed him.”

“Well done, Wylan!”

“Whatever happens next, I’m glad I got to see you again, Nikolai.”

[winterscaptain]

i really love a joyful future bc its so soft!! but like imagine Jack and Hotch talking about Haley after the twins are born, like having time alone with one of your parents when you have so many siblings is already kind of hard pressed so like imagine idk the anniversary of her funeral or something and they talk about her and go out for ice cream or whatever and then come back and they both are kinda down bc theyre sad but then like seeing everyone cheers them up even a little :( i cant,,,

haley day

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader a joyful future fic

oops i made it a fic and its only a little off topic! please forgive any errors - i wrote this in like two hours yikes

universe: a joyful future words: 2291 warnings: discussion of death

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | ajf faq | requests closed! edited: november 27th, 2020

When you woke up, Aaron was already gone. There was a note on his pillow, and you stretched as you reached over for it. 

Jack and I are off for our hike at Maryland Heights. We’ll be back sometime in the late morning/ early afternoon. We won’t have service until we’re back down the mountain - don’t be nervous if you don’t hear from us. 

We’ll swing by to pick everyone up so we can go visit H all together. I’ll call when we’re an hour out. 

I love you. 

A

You held the note to your chest for a moment before slipping it into the manila envelope in your bedside drawer. You kept all of Aaron’s little notes - post-its from work, little things in your go bag, notes from mornings like this. They brought an absurd amount of joy to you, and he kept writing them, so you kept keeping them. You weren’t even sure if he knew you kept them, but you supposed some little fun secrets were good for a marriage every once and a while. 

Isaac was already up - your sweet boy, with a bowl of cereal in his lap and cartoons on. 

“Good morning, my love,” you said to him as you passed, kissing him on the head. 

He wiggled in his seat. “Hi, momma.” 

You continued into the kitchen, making yourself a cup of (already brewed) coffee. “How long have you been up?”

“I woke up when Jack and Daddy were getting ready, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep so Daddy put the TV on and put cereal where I could reach it and told me I was only allowed to wake you up if there was a fire or someone got hurt.” 

You huffed a laugh at his matter-of-fact tone - imitating Aaron beat for beat. “Is that so?”

He nodded. 

You returned with your coffee mug and planted yourself next to Isaac on the couch. 

“Momma?” He asked, after a little while. 

“Mhmm?” You set your coffee down on the table and tucked your legs up under you, facing him. 

“What’s Haley Day?” 

You opened your arms to him, and he put his cereal down and curled into you. “Can we talk about Haley Day when Dad and Jack get home?” 

He nodded and you pressed a kiss into his dark hair. 

+++

The boys leisurely hiked the path in relative silence, enjoying both each other’s company and the scenery. 

“How are you, Dad?” Jack asked, after a while. 

“I’m good, bud.” He thought about it for a moment and laughed lightly to himself. “I’m really good, actually.” 

A small smile crossed Jack’s face. “That’s good.” 

“What are you thinking about over there?” Aaron said, noting the pensive expression on his son’s face. It was odd - it was a little like looking in the mirror, but Jack would pull these faces that were so Haley. It had startled Aaron more than once. 

“Who says I’m thinking about anything?” 

“I can hear you thinking.” 

Jack rolled his eyes. “Fuckin’ profiler.” 

“Excuse me?” Aaron laughed. He was a stickler for language around the little ones, but he knew Jack swore like a sailor when he was out of the house. 

“I said, fuckin’ profiler.” Jack tutted. “Looks like your hearing is failing you in your advanced age, old man.” 

Aaron pointed at him, eyebrows raised. “Watch it.” 

After a moment, they both broke, laughing out loud. They quieted after a minute, walking a little closer together. 

“I’m just thinking about mom - Haley,” he clarified. “It kind of hit me this morning how…much that all was.” He looked at Aaron, brown eyes curious. “Are you okay, Dad?”

One side of Aaron’s mouth pulled up. “I’m alright. It was really hard for a while, but it gets easier to carry. I know you don’t remember, but you’re old enough now to know that the year before Haley died was...not great. That’s what I had the hardest time handling.” 

“The divorce, right?” Jack’s head dropped as he looked at his feet, still marching confidently up the rock-lined path. Aaron was suddenly grateful, deeply so, for the gift of his son. 

“Yeah. Certainly not a shining moment for either one of us, but I think she made the right choice. She was stronger than me by a long shot, and always managed to do what had to be done.” 

Jack hummed thoughtfully, and Aaron knew he could take what came next. 

“When she was killed, I had to grapple with the idea that she died angry at me.” Aaron looked up, letting the dappled light from the trees strike his face. 

“I don’t think so.” 

“What do you mean?”

Jack kept his eyes up, trained on the path, as he spoke. “I think that’s an easy way to feel guilty, but she didn’t die mad at you, Dad. Aunt Emily told me how brave you were, how you talked to her until you couldn’t anymore.” 

Aaron opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted. 

“Don’t be upset with Em. I asked and she told. Not her fault.” Jack pulled a mouthful of water from his pack before he continued. “I think she wanted you to know how much she loved you, you know? Like, Emily told me she reminded you to not be so serious all the time and to tell me stories about how much fun you guys had when you were young and cool.” He shot a smirk over to Aaron, who rolled his eyes with a smile. Jack squinted into the middle distance. “Were you mad at her that day?”

“No,” Aaron answered quickly. “Not at all.” 

“What were you, then?”

“Scared.” 

“Her too, probably.” Jack’s tone was simple, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to understand. Maybe it was. “You made her feel less scared and you kept calm, even when you were probably more scared than you’ve ever been in your whole life. I only remember her a little, but I think she’d love you for that, don’t you?”

Aaron was quiet for a moment, just looking at Jack as they walked. “When did you get so smart, kid?”

Jack shrugged. “You didn’t answer the question.” 

Yep. He’s my son. 

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his mouth as he retorted, “You’re right, I didn’t.” 

Jack crossed the path to bump his father’s shoulder. They were almost the same height, and Aaron imagined Jack would pass him up by the end of the year. “I love you, Dad.” 

“I love you too, Jack.” He reached up to ruffle Jack’s hair, but he ducked away just in time. 

“C’mon, man.” 

Aaron scoffed. “You are your mother’s son - that much is certain.” 

“Which one?” Jack asked with a grin. 

After a moment of thought, Aaron huffed another laugh and said, “Unfortunately, both.” 

Jack’s grin softened. “You miss her, don’t you?”

“I do. But guess what?”

His brow furrowed. 

“You remind me of her so much sometimes it’s like she’s right here with us, you know that?” 

This time, Jack let his father muss the hair on top of his head. “Really?” 

Aaron nodded. “All the time.” Then again, under his breath. “All the time.” 

+++

Aaron called you around noon on the way back from Harper’s Ferry. “We’ll be home in about 45 minutes - traffic isn’t bad at all and we’re just now at the state line.” 

“Sounds good, honey. I’ll start the ball rolling with the girls.” 

You could hear a pair of chuckles on the other end of the line and perhaps a muttered “Good luck with that shit.”

Language, Jack Hotchner. 

Chewing on your lower lip, you added, “Also, Isaac asked. I think it’s time - for him, at least.” 

“Alright. We’ll go sit on the porch when I get home. Jack, are you good helping the girls get ready?” 

“For sure,” Jack’s assent sounded a little distant, but it made you smile.  

+++

You and Aaron settled on the porch swing with Isaac on your lap. Aaron held out his hands palm-up, and Isaac rested his little fingers on Aaron’s. 

Aaron closed his hands around Isaac’s, holding his attention. It was something you two had established early on with the kids: when Dad holds both of your hands, look at him and listen. 

“Mom told me you asked about Haley Day today.” 

Isaac nodded. 

“Before I tell you what Haley Day means, I want to remind you that Mom and I love all four of you exactly the same, okay?” 

Isaac nodded. 

“Alright, bud.” Aaron took a deep breath, and you smiled at him over Isaac’s head. “You know how you and Sophia and Caroline came out of Momma’s tummy?”

Little brown eyes looked back at you and you nodded encouragingly. 

“Yes.”

“You know how Mom and I are married and wear these rings and live together?”

He nodded. 

“And of course you know Aunt Jessica, right?”

A smile broke out across Isaac’s face as he nodded again. 

“Before I was married to your mom, I was married to Haley. Haley is Aunt Jessica’s sister, and Jack came out of Haley’s tummy before your mom and I met.”

There was a little bit of confusion splashed across Isaac’s face. “So Momma isn’t Jack’s momma?” 

You put your hands on his shoulders, and he looked up at you. “Not everyone is like you and me, bud. You came out of my tummy and I’m also your mom, but some people’s moms aren’t the same person they came out of. Does that make sense?” You were going to continue, but you closed your mouth. 

We aren’t going to start the “not everyone has a mom” conversation today. Baby steps. 

“So you’re still Jack’s mom, too?”

“Yes, sir,” you said with a smile. “But at the same time, Haley is also Jack’s mom. So he kind of has two moms, which is also a normal thing for some families. I’m what’s technically called a step-mom.” 

He nodded sagely and said, “Some of my friends at school have step-moms,” but then his face fell into almost comical confusion. “Where did Haley go?” 

You gestured to Aaron and Isaac whirled around. Aaron’s eyes flickered back to yours, and you returned his gaze with soft eyes. 

Aaron took another breath before speaking again. “Haley died when Jack was four - just a little younger than you are now - and so it’s really important for Jack and me to have Haley Day so we can remember her and spend time together. Today is her forty-ninth birthday, and sometimes birthdays of people who died are really hard.” He swallowed, and his eyes misted over. He looked up at you. 

It’s okay. Don’t hide from your son. It’s okay. 

He blinked rapidly, and a few tears fell. Tears pricked at your eyes as well as Isaac scrambled off your lap and into Aaron’s. 

“Mom said that people who have died can’t come back and you can’t see them anymore. Is that true?” He asked. 

Aaron wrapped one arm around Isaac and placed his other hand on your knee. You grabbed it right away, holding him tight. “Yeah, bud. Mom’s right.”

“Do you miss her? Sometimes I miss my friends who moved and I can’t see them anymore.” 

Aaron laughed and squeezed Isaac tight to his chest. “I do miss her. It’s a lot like when your friends move away. She was one of my best friends.”

“Is Mom one of your best friends?”

You brushed tears off your cheeks with your fingers and grinned at Aaron. 

“Yes. Your mom is one of my best friends,” he said with a smile that matched yours. “And Mom knew Haley, too and they were friends. There are a lot of pictures of Haley and Jack and me and Mom on the bookshelf in the living room, but they’re a little high up for you to see them. I can show them to you later, if you want.” 

There was quiet for a moment, as you both let Isaac process the concept of life and death and parenthood in his little four-year-old brain. 

That’s a lot all at once. 

“Do we get to do anything special for Haley Day?”

Aaron looked down at him, “Yes, sir. We’re going to go visit the place where she’s buried and then go out for ice cream. How does that sound?”

“Really good.” 

“Really good, alright!” Aaron rose with renewed vigor, and Isaac clung to his neck as he readjusted his grip. “Can you go get some shoes on and we can go?” Isaac nodded and Aaron set him down with a pat on his shoulder. 

You tucked yourself under Aaron’s arm as Isaac ran back into the house. Through the window, you could see Jack swinging Sophia up over his head as a reward for getting her shoes on. Caroline was attached to his pant leg, begging to go next.

“That went alright.” 

He nodded. “Yeah, it did.” He kissed the side of your head and inhaled. “Thank you.”

You looked up at him. “For what?”

With his hand, he gestured vaguely to everything around you. “Being here, I guess?” He laughed lightly through his nose. “Just - thank you. I know it’s not always easy.” 

You placed your left hand on his chest and rested your head against him as you spoke. “I know you worry, but I have never once felt like second-best or a replacement. Not even a little.” 

“I do worry,” he said quietly. 

“Don’t, please.” You patted his chest twice, a break. “Now, I believe we promised at least one of our children ice cream and I would hate to have a mutiny on our hands. We’re outnumbered two to one and I don’t need Reid to tell me those aren’t great odds.” 

He laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “There’s no better partner to fend off hangry toddlers than you, darling.”

+++

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[zmayadw]

Hello :) 

It’s time for the next part :)

Thanks again to all who read it so far!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 3

I woke up with the sun already out, making my eyes adjust to the light again. I checked the clock above doors. 9.45. Huh, nice, I tought, the nurse didnt lie when she said the pain meds would make me sleep better. I felt more rested today, but still pretty sore. I managed to get up and go to bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror -I looked like hell. I hoped Jessy would come today with my stuff, I needed some fixing up urgently. As I was leaving the bathroom, my phone beeped with new message. My heart jumped with excitement,only to see it was Jessy. „Hey hey, sleeping beauty, im sorry, you will have to manage without my awesomness today, but dont worry, i'm sending the next best person to keep you company! ;D Call you later ,kisses!“ I smiled as I layed back to bed. That sweet nurse from before entered my room smiling. „Good morning, hun, hope you slept well“. „I sure did, thanks.“ I replied, while she settled the food tray with breakfast on the stand. She helped me make myself comfortable in bed, and putted the tray in front of me, when a voice came from the door. „Doris! My favorite nurs!“ It was Dan, and Doris chuckled as Dan came over to the bed. „Oh my, hun, if I knew who your friend was, I would have brought you something stronger then this tea“ I laughed, while Dan made a gesture with his hands, stabing at his heart. „Awww, c'mon Doris, dont be so cruel, you know you like me!“ Doris just waved her head as she went for the door. „If this schmuck starts to bother you too much, you just yell hun.“  I smiled at her „Thanks Doris, I might just do that.“  Dan looked at me. „Is that a 'thank you' I get for coming here?“ he siad, being dramatic as Dans always is. I grinned „Ofcourse not! But its entertaining to see you all squirmy.“ „Tsk,tsk, sure, pick on poor Dan.“ He grabed a chair and sat next to the bed. „You look like shit, Maya.“  „Gee, thanks Dan, thats really what I wanted to hear.“ I said, even tho I knew he was right, I did look awful. „Hey, dont get mad at me, I just say it as it is! Luckily, Dan is here to the rescue..again.“ he said handing me my backpack. „ Jessy went through your stuff, and filled your pack with what she tought you might need the most. She said to text her later if theres anything else you need so she can bring it.“ „Thanks Dan.“ I said taking the backpack from him. „And I mean thanks, not just for this.“ Dan looked at me, and I could read a bit of worry on his face. He quickly tried to hide it „Hey, no need to thank me, I told you once before, if theres a damsel in distress, im here to help.“ „Damsel“ I snorted. „Doubt that a damsel would act so stupid as I did.“ I felt that awfull feeling of guilt taking over me again. „Look Maya, i'm really not the one to judge you here. Yes, what you did was Incredibly stupid, and lets be honest, you almost got yourself killed. When Lily called me and told me everything, I was so pissed at both of you, well you mostly, but also kinda excited that someone actualy took the matter into its own hands.“ I looked at him with awe, I didnt quite expect it. He continued „And frankly, I kinda expected something like this from you sooner or later, well at least the part of you coming to Duskwood. As I was running to my car, calling Thomas and filing him in on everything,I got really angry at you for not turning to me for help. You know I would help you no matter what, I told you that hundred of times before.“  „Yes Dan, I know you would.“ I said, even more of that guilt creeping in. „But you didnt! Then I tought, maybe afterall you didnt trust me enough as you said.“ „I did trust you, I do trust you Dan, you have to know that.“ Now even tears started forming in my eyes. „I know, Maya, its just how I felt at the time. And when I got to the mine, Thomas was already there, with this cop who was close by and responded to the call since I told Lily to inform that inspector guy. He said we should wait for backup, but stuborn as I am, I just rushed in, Thomas yelling after me, but I just kept running. Good thing they went after me, because God only knows what would happen if they didnt.“ I couldnt keep the tears anymore, and I just burst out crying. Dan got up from his chair, sat next to me on the bed, hugging me. „ As I said im not here to judge you, or make you fell more guilty. Heck, I might have done the same thing, or something worse. Things wer starting to get us really nowhere, and something happening was kinda of a kickoff for me. And im not mad at you any more Maya, just to get that out in the opet.“ „Thanks Dan, I really appriciate it.“ I barely managed through my tears. „Yeah,yeah, im awesom, I know.“ He grined at me, as i looked him with eyes full of tears. He huged me a bit tighter, and I rested my head on his shoulder. „You got me really freaking scared there in that mine, Maya. When I saw you like that..“ he paused.  „I cant say how much im sorry about all, Dan. I did more harm then good, and I betrayed all of you guys again.“ „Well, at the end, you did find Hannah, so im sure Thomas wont have that much of a grudge.“ He grined at me, handing me a tissue, wich made me relax a bit. „Yes I did. And how are our little love birds doing?“ i asked wiping the tears, as Dan moved back to the chair. „Oh, theyr fine. Thomas is not letting Hannah alone for one milisecond, wich is a bit too wooshy mooshy if you ask me.“ He mad a face of gaging. „Oh, c'mon mister tough guy, that picture Jessy sent me of you two from last night was quite mooswhy wooshy in my eyes.“ I said teasingly. „If you ever say that to anyone about me, and I mean ANYONE, i swear Maya...“ I didnt let him finish, I just grined „Dont worry, your mooshy wooshy secret is safe with me.“ „Good, good. So when are they letting you go from this shit hole?“ „Oh, come on, its not that terrible here: food is not bad, room is nice and quiet, and I have a killer wiev, what's the hurry?“ „I promised you some whiskey.“ he grined „And Jessy wont let me drink, but when you get out she wont be abel to say no.“ „ You really ARE scared of Jessy.“ I said laughing. „She might be small, but the woman is a dynamite when serious!“ I laughed so hard, the tea I just sipped when out through my nose. „Thanks Dan, I needed this.“ „Dan to the rescue.“ He smiled and winked. „Sooo...“ he starte, and I got a feeling I knew what he gonna ask me. „Did the 'hackerboy' contaced you by now?“ „His name is Jake, could you please not call him that anymore.“ I said a bit too stern maybe. „All right, all right, no need to get all serious on me now. Did 'Jake' contacted you?“  I hesitated for a brief moment before answering „No, nothing yet. And to be honest, might be better like that. I myself am not too eager for that talk .“ „Heh, I can understand that. If I was that much pissed at you back then, I dont want to imagine how much 'hac..' , sorry, Jake is pissed at you right now.“  „Well, I guess I will find out soon enough..if he still wants to talk to me at all.“  Dan putted on his serious face, but with a little grin on it „Hey, if he talks bad to you, let me know, i'll show him off!“ „Ohh, im sure you would enjoy that..maybe even to much.“ I said, him grinning even more. „But thanks, Dan, again, for everything.“ „Yeah,yeah, dont you get all wooshy mooshy on me now also.“ he said, getting up. „Well, I gotta go. You get better soon, and call if you need anything.“  „Thanks, Dan, sure will.“ I replied, and waved him goodby. Doris came shortly after Dan left, and got me off the IV, suggesting I take a shower. I grabbed the pack Jessy sent me, and went through it. I took out some underweare, clean shirt and sweatpants, grabbed the shampoons, tooth brush and paste and headed for the bathroom. The shower did feel nice, but it took me ages to finish it, since I was still quite sore. A big bruise at my ribs was still making me short breathed at the times, and all the other cuts and bruises didnt help with easing the pain either. I had a  cut on the back of my head, wich was the reason my head still throbed a lot. I brushed my teeth, looked myself in the mirror, and already could notice some color coming back to my cheeks. I got back to bed and took my phone, might aswell check those messages and emails, its not like I'm have anything smarter to do. Most emails wer not important, I answered a few I needed, and switched to messages. Most of missed calls and messages wer from the night of the incident, so not much replaying needed here. Cleo sent a message saying shes happy im ok, and she will come to visit soon. Thomas also sent a message, thanking me for everything, emphasising tho that I was reckles and how all could have ended differently, but still no grudges from his side. He was just too happy Hannah was back with him. Ofcourse, they all wished me to get well soon, and they cant wait for when I get out so we can all meet properly.I replied to both, thanking them for good wishess. Staring at my chats screen, I opened my conversation with Jake. He was offline, ofcourse. I stared at the blinking pointer on the text space, but I didnt know what to write. My head was blank, I couldnt think of anything. After few minutes I exited the chat, settling the phone aside, and turning the tv on. Maybe some movie or something will get me relaxed a bit. I switched through channels, till I found something acceptable to watch. I ajusted myself on the pillow, and before I knew, dozed off.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Red string of fate au with kakagai and yamairu

Maybe their strings are tangled and so they think yamagai and kakairu are their pairs until one day theyre all together and somehow it untangles and everything makes sense and theyre happy

AO3

Kakashi never really understood it, no matter how much Minato-Sensei tried to tell him or how often Gai would say ‘it’s fate. It’s who we’re supposed to end up with’. Having fate tell him who he belonged with didn’t sound fun. 

It only got worse when he actually met the person on the other end of that red string. Not that there was anything wrong with Iruka. It was just that Kakashi never felt those fireworks that Asuma would talk about when he saw Iruka.

There was no desire to get closer, no urge to kiss him.

Iruka was his friend, and no matter how hard he tried to force himself to feel something more it never happened. His heart refused to agree with fate. Kakashi was starting to wonder if he was just broken. If this was another thing in life that seemed so much easier for everyone else.

Then he asked Tenzo about his string one day, while they were out to lunch with Team Kakashi. He didn’t make a habit of asking people about their soulmates. If they had seen who was on the other end of their string, or if the string was even there at all.

He knew too well that it could end poorly. Some people’s soulmates had died long before they found them, others like Genma didn’t have one at all and that was perfectly fine for them.

But when he had asked Tenzo, the Mokuton user got a sad look in his eyes and stared down at his hand. Clearly, there was something there, so why was he upset about it?

“They’re not what I thought they would be,” he explained when Kakashi pushed for more information. “They...I think they’d fit better with someone else.”

He doesn’t bother to ask for a name. That’s Tenzo’s secret to keep.

It’s just something that the two of them will ignore. That’s a good way to deal with a bad hand in fate, he was sure of it.

At least, he was until Gai came bounding up to him one day with the most stunning smile and a terrible idea. 

“A double date?” This sounded like the kind of idea where only terrible things could happen. “You want to go on a double date, with me?”

“Well, sort of,” His heart sank. Why was it that fate told him he was supposed to be with Iruka, but hearing Gai suggest that he was going on a date with anyone other than Kakashi broke his heart? Did other people experience this? Did it hurt this much for them? “You and Iruka will go on a double date with Yamato and Me.”

Tenzo?

Tenzo got to be the lucky one to go on a date with Gai?

How was that fair? Tenzo and Gai were a terrible match-up. Tenzo looked at Iruka with wide happy eyes. He adored Iruka, was always desperate to spend more time with the Acadamy Sensei. 

Why did he get the one person that Kakashi wanted?

“Fine,” pushing his feelings down, he turned his eyes away from Gai. Desperate not to let him see how much his words had hurt. “It can’t be that bad.”

It was going to be horrible. He hated this already.

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All-day Kakashi had been dreading this date. Trying to think up any way he could to get out of it. Maybe he could feign illness, or just tell Gai he had too much paperwork?

If he really needed it to be believable, he could convince Tsunade-Sama to give him some extra work. It had to be better than dragging himself out into a date he didn’t want to be on.

But then he arrived at the shop that Gai had told him they would all meet at, and suddenly things didn’t seem so horrible.

There was Gai, a beautiful smile on his face, and a stunning green Hanfu complimenting his body perfectly. Highlighting his face, showing off his broad shoulders.

It was the most stunning picture Kakashi had ever seen, and his fingers itched to bury themselves into that soft fabric. To hold him close to the man he adored so much.

“Rival!” Those soft cheerful eyes turned to him, brimming with excitement. “Iruka and Yamato are inside waiting for us!”

Iruka, right.

He was here for a date with Iruka. Gai was here for…

Giving his head a shake, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way to Gai’s side. On the bright side, at least he would still be there with Gai.

That was a victory for him.

“How long have you been waiting?” He asked as Gai turned around and led him into the shop. He knows he’s late, but he can’t be fussed to care. Surely Tenzo was enjoying the chance to talk to Iruka himself. He wouldn’t be mad at Kakashi for giving him that extra time, and Iruka’s anger was something he could deal with.

“I told the other two to meet at six,” Gai smiled back at him. “I knew you’d be late for the five o’clock meet-up time I gave you.”

Always thinking ahead. He adored that about Gai.

“Senpai!” Hearing Yamato’s voice calling out to him, Kakashi looked up to see him sitting at a table beside Iruka. The opposite side open and waiting for Kakashi and Gai. “you’re here!”

“I’m not going to leave you to suffer alone, Tenzo,” Kakashi joked, pretending for a moment that he hadn’t been planning to do just that. “You seem to be having fun.”

“Iruka was just telling me about your first meeting,” great. He was already making a bad first impression. “I hope that’s ok.”

“I wouldn’t dream of telling you two what to talk about,” reaching out for his chair, Kakashi blinked when Gai moved in front of him and pulled the seat out for him. “Oh, uh…thanks…”

He wasn’t blushing. He refused to blush.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face so red, Kakashi,” Iruka chuckled. “Sit, join us. We don’t bite I promise.”

Dragging his eyes off of Gai, Kakashi took his seat across from Iruka.

“I don’t suppose there’s anything I’m willing to eat here?” He asked, already reaching out for the menu when Iruka snatched it away. “Hey!”

“Gai-San already ordered for you,” the academy Sensei beamed. “He also got some tempura, but he said he’d steal your portion because you have no taste buds.”

That last part was added by Iruka. It had to be. Gai would never say such a thing about him.

“I said he had sensitive tastebuds,” Gai corrected himself, buckling when Kakashi’s head fell forward with an air of defeat lingering around him. “It just means more food for me, Rival. I’ll never complain about that.”

At least Gai got some use out of his picky eating habits.

“Well, we’re all here now,” Iruka smiled. “I guess that means the whole double date starts, right?”

“It does,” resting a hand behind Kakashi’s chair, Gai beamed when the Copy Ninja glanced his way. “I knew you were never going to ask him out yourself, Rival.”

Kakashi longed to scream. To tell Gai that he didn’t want to ask Iruka out. That Iruka was his friend and he valued him, but he didn’t want to date him.

He choked the words back.

Refusing to be the one to ruin everyone else’s night.

“It’s like a knot,” Iruka’s voice caught Kakashi’s attention, pulling him out of his thoughts and towards the spot where Iruka’s eyes were glued.

The middle of the table.

There, between the four of them was a giant knot. A red string tangled between each other.

It was weird. In all of his research about soulmates, Kakashi had never heard of anything like this, and why was it here? Between the four of them.

“I wonder,” tugging his hand back, Tenzo yelped when the ball knot tugged loose. Not falling apart, but becoming smaller. Less complicated. “Is this normal?”

“No one I know has ever had this happen to them,” Iruka grumbled, giving his own string a tug, his eyes scanning towards Kakashi as if he was looking for the other end. For the spot where his string had always connected. “Surely we would have noticed before, right?”

Thinking back, Kakashi frowned

The four of them had never been in the same room together. The most they ever had were three of them at once, so maybe the knot hadn’t shown up because there was a piece missing.

The middle was further away, but now it was here. Right between the four of them.

“What happens if…” testing out his theory, Kakashi reached out towards Iruka’s hand. The knot tugged again as if Kakashi was pulling away from the other side of his string, instead of grabbing towards it. “Huh.”

“What do we do?” Gai looked over at Kakashi for an answer. “Do we just… leave it?”

Thinking quickly, Kakashi smiled.

“Maybe if we each pull away, it’ll come lose," he suggested. “It must have just gotten tangled somehow while you were running around organizing this date.”

It doesn’t make sense, but that has to be it. There’s no other reason he can think of for this to happen.

“On the count of three then,” Gai agreed “we all pull our hand away. Fix this little issue of ours.”

“That sounds good,” Tenzo nodded. “One.”

“Two.” Iruka continued a determined look in his eyes now.

Well, this was the plan, so Kakashi may as well go with it.

“Three,” he pulled his hand back at the same time as everyone else and watch as the knot came unraveled. The two strings breaking free finally and finding their place once again. “Uh…”

Looking at Iruka’s hand, Kakashi followed the string wrapped around his ring finger to the other end.

To Yamato’s hand.

“You…” Tebzo’s eyes shot up to Iruka. “You mean I’m not… Gai-San isn’t…”

Iruka surged forward, wrapping his arms around Tenzo’s neck with a sound of pure joy.

“My soulmate isn’t Kakashi,” He cheered, wincing when he realized who was sitting across from him. “I mean, uh… sorry.”

Giving his head a shake, Kakashi looked down at his own finger.

Iruka wasn’t his soulmate. He wasn’t meant to be with him, or with Tenzo. Which could only mean…

Following the bright red string, he felt a smile pulling at his lips when he found the other end tightly wrapped around a familiar finger. Attached to a hand he had dreamed of having in his hair too many times to count.

That he would give anything to feel against his face.

“Rival,” Gai’s voice is full of excitement when he speaks again, a smile plastered on his face when Kakashi looks up at him. “I…”

“A double date,” Kakashi interrupted him, his heart pounding in his chest. “But I think Iruka’s better off with Yamato, don’t you, Rival?”

Never in his life had Kakashi been so happy he didn’t cancel plans. That he had held out and gone through with Gai’s plans and put himself in a situation he was dreading.

After all, he got to find the truth.

He finally understood why his heart was always set on Gai, and that was worth it all in the end. Just to know that he belonged with Gai.

That fate hadn’t handed him the wrong hand, it just decided to mess with him a little

[sukipershipper]

I’m Gonna Crush Them (Snorpy/Chandlo-Angst Drabble) SPOILERS AHEAD

I love Snorpy and Chandlo a lot, theyre a good couple...but then I remembered you could kill the Grumpuses’ by not doing their sidequests. Its super sad, and I would be lying if I didn’t cry when Chandlo spoke about Snorpy when he died. So heres my hot take on that. Obviously I expanded upon the idea to flesh it out better.

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Poor Chandlo...Poor, Poor Chandlo. It was the only thought going through any of the Grumpuses' heads at the moment. A once happy go lucky Grumpus, with a calm and warm nature was now a shell of his former self. Naturally they were all still shaken by everything, but no one was more affected by what happened than him.

Chandlo could still hear the cries of his beloved echoing in his head. The painful cries, the tears, his strained face as he saw himself slowly decay away. 

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“C-Chandlo! HELP!” Snorpy cried, being swarmed by the snax, it was horrible. The little bastards that shoved their way down his throat. Chandlo had only barely managed to throw the last Hunnabee off of him before sprinting as fast as he could to help Snorpy. “HOLD ON SNORP-DAWG!” he cried.

But it was too late, too many had swarmed his body, they were killing him from the inside out. It was torture to have to bear. Snorpy felt tears well up in his eyes as he gripped his sides tightly, wincing and crying in pain. He reached out for Chandlo, who came by his side as quickly as he could. The latter watched as the Bugsnax caused Snorpy’s body to decay, slowly and slowly turning into nothing.

Chandlo and Snorpy stared at each other with wide and worried eyes. “I-I’m losing control! I can’t resist...The SNAX!” He said, Chandlo held him as tightly as could, begging for Snorpy to hold on, but he couldn’t...this was it...his final moments. “I see what you’re doing you delectable automatons” Snorpy said defeatedly “I know too much!...I have to be destroyed” 

“Bro! STOP WITH THAT! You aren’t dying! Please!” Chandlo pleaded

“No! This is the only way to keep you Safe!...” Snorpy closed his eyes tightly as he felt his body begin to accept its fate, “...You’ve won Grumpinati” he said. Then…*POOF* The snax parts all scattered, and all that remained of Snorpy was a picture that was tucked in his apron pocket. 

Chandlo couldn’t even process it all. He sat there, snatching the photo from the ground as he felt tears welling in his eyes...no sound escaped his mouth for a while...until the sounds of pure devastation erupted from inside him, in the form of two words. “SNORPY!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He cried, weeping harder than anything. Any Snax that were there ran away as quick as they could. They weren’t about to face the wrath of this Grump that’s for sure. As Chandlo picked up the picture he grabbed the nearest weapon he could find and thrashed it about, killing any Snax standing in his way. Tears pouring out of his eyes. Blinded in a fit of rage.

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Chandlo have a small sniffle. He shouldn’t be this upset! He wasn’t the only one to lose someone in this battle. Wambus lost Triffany, who he only just got back…Wiggle lost Gramble, someone who she loved more than anything...Cromdo lost Beffica, even with all the beef he still struggled letting her go...And Floofty...well Floofty lost a brother and Shelda….not that they’re really cared about the latter. And Filbo! God he lost two people who really cared about him, the ONLY people who cared about him, who saw his potential…

It all hurt.

“Heya Pal” a voice called. Chandlo looked up to see Cromdo, Wambus and Wiggle all standing above him, their faces drawn with worry all over. 

Wiggle sat down first and hugged him tightly. “We all know this is hard for you...you and Snorpy really had something true and special between you...and now it’s gone...it’s not easy I know”, “It’ll never be easy, losing someone never is...It’s the saddest part of life” Cromdo chimed in, “The worst part is it can happen at anytime and you’ll never truly be ready to let it happen, let alone to someone you care about...even Beff and I had our differences but seeing her go like that was...it was awful”

“And I couldn’t even bring myself to worlds when I saw Gramble go...he never had any one who loved him and that was how he went out thinking…” Wiggle said, wiping a stream of tears from her eyes. 

Wambus then out a strong hand on Chandlos shoulder, a strong yet shaky hand. It was the first time they ever saw the grump cry, “And when I lost Triffy...I-I couldn’t even move...she had so many plans when we went home...and now she’ll never get to live the life she wanted…”

“But the funny thing about death…” Wiggle said “...is that even though you lose someone...they aren’t truly gone...they live on through the songs we sing for them…”

“The treasures they had...” Cromdo added

“And the memories they blessed us with…” Wambus added, “...There will never be another Troffany Lottablog, or Gramble Gigglefunny, definitely no other Beffica Winklesnoot” the four all laughed a little at that, “and no other Snorpington Fizzlebean…but they’re never truly gone...we still remember them the way we know they wanted to be remembered, and live the lives they wanted us to lead with them...even without them there by our sides, they would want us to carry on...and make the most of the life we have now.”

“Cause you never truly know when it’ll be the end” Cromdo added, “and it’s when you let go of those memories of them...the time you had with them...or the life they wanted you to lead...that they are truly gone…”, “If we remember to cherish all the memories we had of them...it really doesn’t feel they’re gone” Wiggle said, hugging Chandlo again.

Chandlo gave a smile to all of them. He was truly grateful to have that insight from them. “I guess I’m just upset cause I never got the chance I wanted to to tell Snorpy how I really feel...he was always so secretive...I didn’t want to invade on his privacy, I care about his safety and his feelings so much... if I encouraged him to open up to me sooner...he’d still be here...and I would’ve had the chance to give him this before it was too late…” he said, pulling out a small velvet case, inside it was a gorgeous ring.

Wiggle gasped and let out another small stream of tears. Cromdo was shocked more than anything. Wambus have a small sniffle and pat on the shoulder.

Soon they reached shore. The journalist had gone to check up on each of them before showing them all back. When they finally got to Chandlo, they saw him with the picture in his hands. “Are you alright?” They asked. Chandlo shook his head. 

He stood up and let out a long sigh, then he looked back at his picture. “We were amazing together Snorpy...I...I feel so weak without you…” he said, sniffling, “Wambus is right...There’s never gonna be another Snorpington Fizzlebean...not in a million years!...And Dawg? If the Grumpinati are out there…”

He scrunched his fists up and let out a low growl, one that had never been heard from him ever before.

“I’m...Gonna...CRUSH THEM”

[cuddlepilefics]

could you pretty please with a cherry on top🥺🥺🥺 do a fic where felix from skz is a little and none of the others really know because he's really shy about it. While the group is out shopping they pass the baby section of the store and he sees a rattle he really likes. felix tries so hard not to slip in front of the members but when they get back home he like shuts himself in his room and closes off from the members. Bang chan or changbin (your choice cause i cant choose) notices how theyre acting and earlier saw him looking at the rattle so he buys it in secret for felix and then eventually felix has to come clean about being a little

i love your work but try to stay happy and healthy during these hard times in the world😊😊

Changbinnie-hyungie

 Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Felix

Caregivers: Stray Kids

 No one’s POV.:

Stray Kids had just finished their dance practice for today and wanted to go for lunch together before splitting up for their individual schedules. They went to the food court of a close by mall, chattering while eating. When they were done eating, it turned out that they still had some time left before they’d have to be back at the company, so they decided to just visit some of the shops. Since they were quite many, they decided to split up as to not form a too large crowd. Felix wasn’t really looking for anything in particular, so he just trailed some random aisles to pass the time till the others were done or they had to get back to work. To his misfortune, the Aussie managed to end up in the baby section of the store. This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. Felix was a little and being around toys and pacifiers often made him feel very young. It wouldn’t have been that much of a deal if his members knew about this. They could help him try to hide his secret from the public and get him home safely but they didn’t know. Not only needed the dancer keep up perfect appearances for the public, he also needed to hide his age regression from his friends, who knew him better than anyone and who would know something was up.

The Aussie turned on his heel, ready to make his escape when something caught his eyes. There on the middle shelf was a sky-blue baby rattle, decorated with a smiling sun. Not able to stop himself, he picked it up to get a better look, immediately smiling back at the sun. He gave the rattle a few light shakes and barely managed to suppress an excited squeal. Things like this always made him feel giddy. His exhaustion had vanished as he felt himself slowly slip into his headspace. He wasn’t fully little when a realization hit him and he quickly pulled himself together. He couldn’t be little now, people would find out, his friends would find out. If they couldn’t find out, that also meant Felix would have to walk out of this store without the pretty rattle he had discovered. Just the thought of it broke his heart but it couldn’t be helped and right when he put the rattle back onto the shelf, there was a loud voice a few steps away, startling him: “Hey, Lix! We’ve been looking everywhere for you. We really need to leave now or we’ll be late.” The Aussie nodded and walked stiffly towards Changbin, who ruffled his hair. Meeting up with their group, they went to the company building together before splitting up again into their units.

With one final smile, Changbin said good bye to Felix and followed Chan and Jisung to their production studio. As soon as the older was gone, the fake smile Felix had plastered on his face vanished. His anxiety was high after almost exposing himself at the store and to make matters worse, he still didn’t feel fully big. He was trapped somewhere in between, not fully big, not fully little. It was confusing and it made his head hurt. It usually wasn’t this bad when he felt like slipping because his little side was just a bouncy, giggly ball of cuteness and excitement, so nobody thought much of it. Today was different though. When he was little, Felix felt all emotions much stronger. That’s fine if he’s happy and excited but right now, his little side still mourned the rattle he couldn’t buy because he was too much of a coward to tell his friends. While Felix big self tried to be as professional as he somehow could, his little self was hurt and upset. Upset at himself for not being braver and getting himself what he wanted and scared that, should he ever find the courage to come out to his friends, the rattle would be sold out and he’d never see it again, never get to smile at the cute sun again and never get to hear the exciting sound it made.

The dance-line maknae felt his eyes burn and bit the inside of his cheeks to get his control back. He managed not to cry but his headache steadily got worse as the battle between little and big became more and more desperate. “Hey, you okay, Felix? You keep missing steps”, Hyunjin frowned. The younger nodded but the tears in his eyes betrayed him. Minho carefully guided him back to their bags and decided: “Let’s take five and have some water.” Felix slid down the wall next to his bag and buried his head in his hands. A futile attempt to hide the tears making their way down his freckled cheeks. His two hyungs had moved the bags around and now sat down on either side of him. “What’s wrong?”, Hyunjin tried again. Felix sniffled and rubbed at his face, admitting: “Head hurts.” Minho worriedly pressed his palm against the younger’s forehead to feel for a fever. Yeah, the Aussie was a bit warm but he had been dancing for a while. “You don’t have a fever. Did it just start to hurt or did you have a headache all day?”, the oldest dancer examined. “It started on the way back from lunch”, Felix replied, wiping his tears. The older two cringed in sympathy. During the short moment Felix had lifted his head, they had both seen the pain in his eyes and the slight furrow in his brows, indicating he was tense but trying not to show it.

Hyunjin pulled him into a comforting hug and Minho rubbed his back, asking: “Do you want to go back to the dorm to rest, Lixxie?” Being cared for by his hyungs, along with the use of his nickname made the Aussie feel incredibly soft. With that his little side won and he slipped, crying harder due to the increased sensibility. He nodded his head, if he didn’t speak, they’d hopefully not notice. Hyunjin pulled him to his feet and steadied him on their way back. Minho quickly threw everything into their bags and slung them over his shoulders, following the other two members. Felix remained quiet for the entirety of their walk. He let Hyunjin walk him to his bed, while he tried to pull himself out of littlespace. “Here, I got you some medicine and water. Do you need anything else?”, Minho smiled. Shaking his head, Felix managed to at least become big enough to talk to them properly. He thanked his hyung but assured them he’d just go to sleep and they could go back to the practice room. The older two were reluctant but they knew Felix would feel even worse if they stayed back from work for him. They said their good byes and told him to get some rest. With one final hair ruffle they were gone.

As soon as he heard the front door click, Felix slipped out of bed and locked the door to the room he shared with Chan and Changbin. Then he pulled out a box from his closet and retrieved cute yellow pacifier. Popping it into his mouth, he crawled back into bed and hugged his plushie. Not having to hold back anymore, he cried freely, sometimes rambling to his plushie explaining what a cute rattle he had seen and how happy he had been but that he’d never be able to get it. At some point, he had cried himself to sleep. When he woke up from his nap, he noticed a few missed calls and multiple texts from various members. He had still about two hours left till the others would come back, so he ignored the messages and huddled deeper into his fluffy blanket. Despite still being little, his thoughts had cleared up a bit, so he went on his phone and searched the internet. Maybe he could find the rattle online and get it delivered discreetly.

An hour later, that hope was also shattered and Felix threw his phone on his bed, tearing up again. It was almost another hour till his friends would get back and the little made a decision. He would tell the others about his littlespace and maybe he was lucky enough to be able to go buy himself that rattle that he yearned for so much tomorrow. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out a blank paper and started writing with a purple crayon. He’d write down exactly what he was going to say, so he wouldn’t just forget everything and make it even more awkward. Covering the paper front and back, he included an explanation what littlespace was and his personal reasons why he needed to slip once in a while. When he was done, he was satisfied with the short speech but mostly he was nervous. Would they accept him? He heard the front door open and different voices chatter. Not to long after, there was a knock on his door before somebody tried to open it. “Lix, you okay?”, Chan asked, his voice muffled by the door. The younger pretended to be asleep, feeling a bit guilty for locking his hyung out of their shared room but he wasn’t ready to confront anyone yet.

Chan luckily bought it and decided to grant his dongsaeng some more sleep, if he was really feeling as poorly as Minho and Hyunjin had told him. The next time, he went to try the door was when he wanted to wake Felix for dinner. This time he wouldn’t just walk away again. If need be, he’d pick the lock but he needed to see with his own eyes that the younger was okay and just sleeping. That’s what he ended up doing and Felix barely managed to hide his pacifier under the pillow in time. Chan carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and when he saw the younger blinking up at him confused, he asked: “Hey, how are you doing mate?” Felix shrugged, not trusting his voice. “Dinner’s ready so I was going to wake you, plus if you sleep much more, you won’t be able to sleep tonight”, the leader explained. Felix cringed, he really didn’t want to face all his members and he was to nervous to stomach anything at the moment, so he asked: “Hyung, I really can’t eat right now. Can I stay here? I won’t go back to sleep, I promise.” He was almost fully big by now but that didn’t mean he’d want his members to see him. Chan sighed but nodded, not before settling that Felix would have to eat something later that evening and that he wouldn’t go to bed without dinner.

Felix listened closely and when he heard the table being cleared, he took a deep breath before exiting his room. If he didn’t jump over his shadow now, he’d never do it. “G-Guys, can – can I talk to you? All o-of you?”, he asked shakily. They nodded and gathered in the living room before Chan stopped him: “Changbin’s not here yet. He took a detour earlier and should be here soon. We should wait for him.” Felix nodded and bit his lip, growing more anxious as time passed. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open and Changbin gave them a confused look. He didn’t know there’d be a group meeting. He only kicked off his shoes before joining them and every step he took was accompanied by a weird noise. With trembling hands, Felix unfolded the note he had written and started to read it out. He was stuttering, stumbling over his words before pushing the paper into Chan’s hands, a silent plea for the older to continue. The leader complied and finished the short speech his dongsaeng had prepared. There was silence, except for Felix soft sniffles. Chan pulled him into a hug and assured him that it was fine and that he was grateful the younger had trusted them enough to open up about such a vulnerable thing. Seeing how much their silence scared the young Aussie, the others were quick to follow their leader’s example and tell their friend that they didn’t judge him for it.

When Felix had calmed down a bit, he was ready to answer their questions. “Yeah, when I try to suppress my need to slip, I get a really bad headache, which is what happened today. I didn’t think I could go on like this, so I needed to tell you”, he explained. Minho gave him a questioning look: “Are you little right now?” – “No, I’m not. Though I feel really close to slipping, just not yet. I was little earlier when you took me back home, that’s why for a while I wasn’t talking”, Felix replied. Hyunjin admitted: “I’m scared guys. He’s so cute already, I don’t think I could handle it if he was little.” That brought a smile to Felix face, happy that they had taken him the way he was. Changbin got up and made his way over to Felix. There was that weird noise again and when he reached for the pocket of his jacket, Felix could see it was bulging slightly. “I saw you looking at that rattle earlier at the store, you really liked it, right?”, the rapper asked, “Now I understand why you do. It makes you feel little.” Felix nodded, growing sad. He avoided the older’s eyes by looking at the floor. “Then it’s a good thing I went back and got it for you, hmm?”, Changbin smiled, pulling something from his pocket, “Your eyes were literally sparkling earlier but then you looked sad when we left, so I thought you must have really wanted it.”

Felix face lit up when Changbin handed him the toy he had been wishing for so badly. Looking at it again, he slipped in an instant. Beaming at the sun, painted on it, the little gave it a good shake and broke into giggles when it made the noise he liked so much. Changbin felt his heart beat faster and he smiled widely at the excited little in front of him. There were muffled squeals from the members around them, as they had to realize being little multiplied Felix cuteness. “Changbinnie-hyungie!!! TANK CHU!!!!”, the little squealed and threw himself into his hyung’s strong arms. Laughing, Changbin caught him and hugged back. The two stayed cuddled together, with Felix occasionally shaking his rattle, eyes wide and innocent, until Chan spoke up: “Cutie, can you let go of Binnie for a while?” – “Nuh! My Changbinnie-hyungie!” – “I’m not taking him away from you”, the oldest chuckled, “but I know that neither of you have eaten yet. You can cuddle again after.” Felix seemed to be thinking about it. “Come on, Lixxie. We saved you some fried chicken and Channie-hyungie is going to feed you. When Binnie is done eating and took that shower he has been looking forward to for hours, you can cuddle again.” – “Lixxie wan’ cuddle with Channgbinnie-hyungie and Channie-hyungie.” – “Okay baby. We will but first. Food?” – “Foowd”, Felix agreed before being picked up by his hyung.

[starl1ght-child]

So for that prompt thing you opened of possible id like to see a reader x andal brask out for dinner in the city. Andal finds out they have a crush thanks to a slip of the tongue. He teases them for it and eventually to his surprise finds out said crush is him. I look forward to reading the other prompts you write. Theyre always very good!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH I’M SMIPING AGAIN!!!!!  This is gonna take place before he takes the vanguard dare! Give this boy some lovin before he gets locked away in the Tower

Andal Brask x Reader - Revelations

Hey, I’m gonna be back in town in a bit.  Meet at the South Gate?  

That message from Andal sent butterflies throughout your stomach and a wide smile to your lips.  At the time, you were returning from your own patrol rounds, so you just re-routed your path for the South Gate.  You sat on your sparrow at the gate, arms leaning on the handles, waiting to see his team come over the ridge.

Cayde was the first to ride up on his sparrow to alert the gatewatch.  He greeted you and you welcomed him home; he asked how your scouts were going and you replied honestly; he flirted with you and you shot it right back at him, just as Andal and Shiro came within earshot with a small flock of refugees.

“Welcome back,” you greeted Andal with a smile as he handed off some supplies to a refugee.  “Anything eventful happen while you were gone?”

He looked at you from over his shoulder with a wide smile.  Traveler, his smile made your heart skip a beat or two.  “Nothing too remarkable.  Just another day in the office, bringing people safely to the Last City.”

A smile crept to your lips, and you sat silently on your sparrow while the trio helped people get settled.  “So, uh,” you started quietly as Cayde and Shiro said their farewells, “why’d you ask me to meet you here?”

“Wanted to know if you wanted to catch something to eat,” he stated simply.  “We’ve been in and out of the City for months, though we’re never here at the same time.  Thought we could catch up for a change.”

You nodded, but dared not speak should you trip over your words.  He wanted to get dinner?  With you?  Surely he didn’t feel the same way you did, surely he only meant it as friends catching up and sharing stories.  This wasn’t a date.

You had to keep reminding yourself that the entire evening.  When Andal walked with you into the restaurant.  When the two of you sat impossibly close to each other at the counter.  When you started to share stories and laugh.  And especially when that first drink got into your system.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”  Your back straightened and you became aware of your surroundings again.  You’d been staring into your bowl, but you hadn’t even taken a bite of it.  Your mind was far away, thoughts of the Hunter sitting next to you filtered through your consciousness.  You mentally shook yourself, and once again, reminded yourself that this was not a date.  You managed to smile, albeit an embarrassed one.  “Oh, yeah, I’m fine.”

He stared at you quizzically as he leaned in close, studying your expression.  Your pulse skyrocketed and your cheeks flushed as he got closer, but you didn’t dare to move.  “You sure?”  He asked.  “You’ve been a little off all night.”

Your voice dropped to a quiet whisper.  “Tired, I guess.”  Mentally, you cursed at yourself for being so obvious.

“No no no,” he chuckled.  “Something’s definitely going on, what is it.”

You reached out and laughed as you pushed away.  “It’s nothing, I swear, I’m just a little caught up in my head is all.  Got someo—something on my mind.”

“‘Someone’?”  Andal’s grin grew wider.  “You’ve got ‘someone’ on your mind?”

“I didn’t say someone, I said something.”

“You said someone!”  He started laughing.  “I knew it!  You, my friend, have a crush on someone, don’t you?”

“No!” Your voice betrayed you and cracked when you tried to defend yourself against his accusation.  Embarrassed, you buried your face in your hands while Andal laughed at you.  

“Ha! I knew it!” Andal leaned back in his chair and laughed.  “Who is it? You can tell me.”  

“Hell no,” you muttered into your palms.  “No way.”

“I swear I’ll keep it a secret.”

“Andal—”

“Come on!”  He was practically begging now.  “Is it Cayde?”

“Andal, please—”

“I won’t tell anyone, you can trust me!”

You stood abruptly from your chair and stormed out.  Your face was hot from embarrassment, but also from the anxiety that gripped your stomach that took away your appetite.  You should have known that he wouldn’t have taken you seriously, Andal was Andal: he was so carefree, oblivious, maybe even a bit of an idiot.  

A handsome, carefree, oblivious idiot.

“Hey, hold up.”

Andal’s voice echoed from behind you and you kept walking.  Traveler damn him for putting you in this position.  And Traveler damn yourself for being so damn obvious about it.

“Come on—” Andal’s fingers gently, if not tenderly, wrapped around your bicep and stopped you dead in your tracks “—just listen to me for a second.”

You turned slowly to face him as you folded your arms over your chest.  He looked… ashamed, almost.  Maybe even a little embarrassed.  Damn your heart for making you fall even more head over heels for him right now.  The concern that was etched into his expression really did start to melt away your embarrassment.  Traveler, you wanted to tell him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.  “I shouldn’t have done that.  You don’t have to tell me, but I won’t tell any—”

You shook your head.  Damn the consequences.  You reached out and grasped onto his shoulders, you pulled him down to meet your height, closed your eyes, and kissed him.  He was stiff for a moment, probably from shock, but his hands slowly settled on your waist.  He was wordless when you pulled away.  His eyes were wide with the realization that was still hitting him.

“You’re such an idiot, Andal Brask,” you muttered.

His hand slowly lifted to cup your cheek.  His palm was hot against your skin, or maybe that was still just your cheeks being flushed.  Regardless, you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.  “Yeah,” he whispered.  “I am.”

His lips covered yours and you shuttered.  There was no shock this time, only the warmth from his lips that you’d daydreamed about.  He chuckled softly as he pulled back and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Don’t tell Cayde.”

“Don’t tell Cayde what, hm?” You teased.  “That you’re an idiot?  Or that you suggested that I had a thing for him?”

“Both,” Andal laughed.  “The ego would go straight to his head.”

You laughed along with him until the laughter died and you two smiled at each other.  “We’ll keep it our secret then.”

“Good.”  Andal pressed a tender kiss against your forehead.  “Listen… I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this just to make you happy.  I’ve had a thing for you too, and it’s been the death of me.  I just never believed you could possibly be interested in me.”

“Andal…” You placed a hand on his cheek and moved him until he met your gaze.  “You swear?”

“On my Ghost.”

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[cattles-bians]

Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

[shhh-no-ones-home]

december 18 - chris motionless

title: die hard for the holidays

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prompt: Person A has secret feelings for person B. person B has secret feelings for person A. one of them suggests having dinner together for the holidays since neither of them will be spending time with their families and all their other friends are busy

request from: @svintsandghosts

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou 

@xyours-eternallyx @joeynihil 

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i looked over his newest Instagram post and sighed. god was i that desperate? simping over my best friend? of course i was, but we'd known each other long enough that i knew nothing would ever come of it. when my phone dinged it almost startled me, prompting me to look up at the new text notification. it was my mother. i sighed, opening it and reading it.

"dads sick, doctor says its viral so we wont be able to do Christmas this year. i hope you and your siblings can get together to do something else but if not that's okay. we both hope you have a blessed Christmas anyway and will be mailing gifts out in the next week. love you."

i hummed to myself before answering her.

"hope dad gets better soon and send him my best. i don't see any of them making plans to get together but i guess we'll see. ill mail gifts too if you're okay with that and hopefully ill see you in the new year. love you both."

i closed my phone and set it upside down on my chest, rubbing my hands over my face.

"so much for getting out of the house."

i said to myself. then my phone dinged again, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. to my surprise though it was a text from Chris.

"mom cancelled Christmas this year cause they won a cruise lol. you doing anything?"

i sat up abruptly and typed back.

"my dads sick so mine was cancelled too. when and where do you want me? lol"

i waited patiently for a second before seeing a new message.

"hope he gets better soon. but how about Christmas eve, dinner at my place?"

i nodded quickly to myself.

"ill be there."

---

when the day finally came i wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. we'd hung out millions of times but this was the first time we'd be together for Christmas alone. usually we all had a party with the band and other friends but that was pushed to new years. lets just say i was beyond nervous. plus he told me to dress nice, whatever that meant. no matter what it meant to him, here i was stood in front of my full body mirror, looking over the sparkling blue velvet dress i had on.

"this is too fancy."

i said, moving to my closet. as i started flipping through things i heard my phone buzz. it was Chris.

"you on your way?"

i looked to the time. shit, it was almost six.

"getting my shoes on now. ill be there in fifteen."

i replied. so much for changing. i grabbed a Christmas jumper and pajama pants just in case and shoved them in a bag, pulling my heels on and running out the door. the car ride was fairly quiet, apart from the light Christmas music playing through the radio and my complains about the snow. i wish i would've known it was supposed to snow but it was a little late for that i guess.

as i pulled into his apartment complex parking lot i could see his Christmas tree through the open window. it looked nice, covered in colorful lights and shiny ornaments. i got out of my car and walked quickly across the lot and up the stairs to the second floor, knocking on his door and shivering as the snow flew around me. when he opened the door he offered a wide smile.

"hey! how's it going?"

he asked as he pulled me in for a hug. i breathed in deeply, trying to warm up.

"I'm good, and you?"

i asked as he let me into his apartment. i still felt over dressed, even seeing him in his button down and tie, the two peaking out from under his sweater.

"oh ya know, same old same old. i hope you're hungry, cause dinners about ready."

he said excited and i laughed.

"you know me, never not hungry."

i said and he sent me a knowing look.

"how about you go sit, and ill bring it out."

he said, motioning to the made up table. i nodded.

"you sure you dont want help with anything?"

i asked and he shook his head.

"of course not, you get to be the guest this time, now go relax."

he instructed.

"okay, okay, im going."

i said as he pointed, a demanding look on his face.

---

after dinner we both worked on dishes and things before moving to the couch, the lights all out except the tree as he looked for a movie to watch.

"im glad we could get together for this."

he said, clicking the remote and i smiled.

"you and me both. i think this is the first year i would've been alone since moving out of my parents place."

he laughed a little bit.

"you and me both. even when im not home i still usually have the band to be with."

i nodded solemnly.

"speaking of which, how are they all doing? i feel like i haven't talked to any of them in a while."

i said and he shrugged.

"theyre as good as they always are, keeping busy thats for sure. but youll get to see them for new year."

he mentioned and i nodded.

"yeah i guess so."

it was quiet for a moment, and i looked over him, his focus still on the tv.

"got any suggestions?"

he asked and i hummed.

"uh, no, not really."

i said bashfully, catching his eye when he turned his head with a frown. i guess i wasnt exactly making it subtle that i was staring at him huh? oh well.

"how about die hard?"

he asked and i laughed.

"oh yeah, a christmas classic."

i said sarcastically as he clicked on it.

"you know it."

he said, setting the remote on the coffee table, settling back into the couch. i thought for a second before slipping my arm into his and resting my head on his shoulder.

"you cold?"

he asked and i nodded, looking up as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and down over me.

"thanks."

i said, getting comfortable against him again. we sat like that for most of the movie, until i heard him yawn, then he moved to rest his head against mine. i smiled to myself, sliding my hand slowly into his as it rested against my knee. when the movie finally ended neither of us moved.

"ya know, it looks pretty bad out there, maybe you should stay."

he said, never once looking away from the tv. i could feel a small smile making its way to my lips as we sat there cuddled together on the couch.

"you sure? i wouldnt want to be an inconvenience."

i said, feeling his head lift off mine and prompting me to look at him. he squeezed my hand.

"you're never an inconvenience. and besides i wouldnt want you to get stuck in the snow or anything."

i smiled at him.

"i guess i cant argue with that logic, huh."

i confirmed and he nodded his head once.

"great, we can watch another movie then and then go to bed together."

he said, freezing for a second.

"i mean, uh, not together together. but, like, uh-"

he said, flustered, tripping over his words. i pressed a finger to his lips gently.

"its okay chris. i get what you mean."

i said and he sighed.

"fuck it, i did mean together."

he said, slipping his hand out of mine and bring it up to cup my face. he pushed forward and kissed me fervently. a thousand things rushed through my brain at once as i melted into his touch but at the moment none of them mattered. all that mattered was that he felt the same. when he pulled away i didnt open my eyes just yet, sitting there trying to engrave into my memory exactly what he felt and tasted like. when i opened my eyes he was staring down at me, his lips sucked in like he messed something up.

"wow."

i said softly, laughing a little bit.

"im sorry, i shouldn't have done that."

he said, looking down. i shook my head.

"like hell."

i said, making him look to me in shock. i grabbed his face and kissed him again, his hand moving to the back of my head as our mouths moved together. when we both pulled away for air we panted lightly, smiling at each other like idiots.

"it took ya long enough."

i said, making him laugh.

"merry christmas y/n."

he said, stroking my cheek lightly with his thumb and i could feel a blush rising to my face.

"merry christmas chris."

[strawberri-syrup]

have a Ramble

idk what to call this because i dont think its a fic?? but also idk here we go bby (for those who dont know this is based on my stardew valley au :] )

also this is about michael and how ranboo and tubbo found him!

so michael

mans a puppycat type animal

still want him to be a hybrid, but also i dont want to give some teenagers responsibility over an actual child lmao

think puppycat but more weird and abnormal looking

might do a quick sketch later if i feel like it

CONCEPT THING TIME :D

tubbo finds him on the farm

ranboo was pulling some weeds to prepare for the chanign season when he heard tubbo call him

man was off climbing trees and causing chaos to escape actually having to do *gasp* manual labor

the thing tubbo pointed out was a strange looking animal

weirdly colored fur that was matted in places

it was literally every color fur could be

fucking rainbow or smthn idk

they decided to keep it because of course they did

theyre two teenage boys left mostly unsupervised and they found a cool lookinig animal

why wouldnt they keep it??

simple answer

man bites

like hard

i mean it makes sense

two random things grabbing you out of your home??

id freak out too tbh

took the two of them about a month to gain his trust

they also kept him a secret because wilbur would 100% make them get rid of him is he knew that he was hurting them

made hiding the bandages a bitch tho

eventually ranboo was able to pick him up

and it took another week for the thing to trust him enough to stand on his shoulders

the first time he did it tubbo lost his shit

as he should

the two of them named him michael because its a good word

good sounds and all that

fancy enough for their gremlin

they planned to keep michael a secret for a little while longer

maybe until they had tommy make him a collar

but it all went to shit because of course it did

michael got spooked by another animal while ranboo was farming and ran away

since he was sitting on his shoulder michael gave him a nasty cut accross the mouth

(which is why ranboo wear a mask btw, the cut left a nasty scar)

and michael ran into town

which led to a very panicked and also bleeding heavily ranboo sprinting to the general store and asking everyone if theyd seen his thing

this was when the lack of species really hit

what was he supposed to say????

have you seen my angry blob of fur? he responds to michael, bitchboy, gremlin, and bike

n o

so the obviously spooked niki took him to the clinic and forced ranboo to let her treat his wound

mind you man was losing his shit the whole time

borderline hysterical

because that gremlin was basically an emotional support animal at that point

 once niki calmed him down some she managed to get a basic explanation

not a good one, but an explanation at least

she walked ranboo over to SBI’s house near the river and explained to them what happened

tubbo was obviously upset because his friend had bandages wrapped around his face and their “son” was missing

tommy was just confused and upset becuase tubbo was upset

wilbur was both concerned and exasperated

because of course he couldnt trust those two little shits (affectionate) to just farm alone

so they spend the rest of the day looking for michael

and you know where they find him

do you know

after hours of searching

of spending hours crawling through bushes and bugs to find michael

do you know where he had the audactiy to be hiding

ranboos bed

man went back home

hid under the sheets and everything

twas an upsetting day for all

but now practically everyone knew about michael and no one wanted him to go missing again

both because holy shit ranboo lost a lot of blood

and also because no one wanted to see the chaotic gremlins sad 

yea thats all i got, turned out more rambly then i intended but here ya go :]

[slasherscream]

AHHHHH ok ok ok Patricia request here she's brushing readers hair and theyre talking and its kind of scary but like in the hot fun ms patricia way?

A/N: thank you for giving me exactly what i needed- 

ever since ‘the horde’ discovered your scars (physical, emotional, or both) it had been decided you were too pure to be a sacrifice.

great, right? not quite. now they didn’t quite know what to do with you. you couldn’t simply be let go either. you knew far too much for that. had seen far too much. 

you’d been stuck in a limbo for days now, rarely seeing any of the personalities when you weren’t being brought meals. 

it was funny how you were beginning to miss them all. some more than others. particularly you were missing patricia who you’d become close to in the time you’d been taken. or, at least, as close as one could become to their kidnapper. 

you were even beginning to harbor a secret crush on the woman though you wondered if part of that was not stockholm syndrome. 

she was gentle and sweet considering what you were doing there and what your purpose was intended to be. she could have been cruel but she wasn’t. 

patricia had been kinder to you than people you’d known your entire life, met in better circumstances. 

so, yes       there was a small part of you that was maybe a little in love with her. a lot in love with her, if you were honest with yourself.

sometimes you’d tell yourself it wasn’t just you. that her eyes lingered on you more than they needed to linger on some kidnapped girl. that she cared for you more than she was required. 

you’d been especially telling yourself that as a comfort the last few days. trying desperately to convince yourself the reason you were still alive was because she cared for you in some form. why else would it be a debate whether to kill you or allow you to live?

 you were a danger to their plans alive and a non-factor if you were dead. you were supposed to die anyway. so what the beast wouldn’t want you anymore? killing was killing and you were sure there was some personality who’d be willing to do the dirty work if not this “beast”. but you were alive. 

the day dragged on and on until finally the door opened. you only half looked up, dreading it as you were sure it was nowhere near dinner time yet and lunch had already been given to you. 

with the soft clearing of a throat your head snapped up, eyes flitting from the wall to patricia who stood in the doorway, standing prim and proper as always. 

you breathed out her name before you could stop yourself, face lighting up at her mere presence. she was much more controlled in her expressions. you couldn’t tell what she was feeling or why she’d come. you were still happy to see her. 

“hello, darling.” she said simply, before striding confidently into the room, her heels clicking lightly with every step. 

“we’ve been neglecting you i’m afraid.” she came to a stop in front of the bed where you sat. you breathed in the smell of her perfume feeling lightheaded as you craned your head back to meet her gaze. she always wore the sweetest perfumes. 

“it’s alright-” you began but she cut you off with a single gesture of her hand. you noticed now she was holding a hairbrush. 

“please don’t lie to spare my feelings. it’s absolutely unforgivable, darling. scooch over for me, would you?” when you didn’t immediately do so she tapped the brush playfully against the side of your thigh, “hop to, sweet potato.”

a smile spread across your lips and you scooted to the end of the bed where patricia slid easily behind you. 

“your hair is all tangled, poor thing.” she clucked her tongue, “i’ve neglected you terribly. i didn’t mean to we’ve just been-”

“deciding. i know.” this time you cut her off. her hands fall to your shoulders for a moment before they move away. 

“yes. deciding.” she says as she begins to run her fingers through your hair, gentle as can be. she doesn’t want to hurt you so she chooses to finger comb through your hair before taking the brush to it. she’s done this for you before. you close your eyes at the feeling of her fingertips running through your hair, massaging your scalp. it’s just new enough to be thrilling but just routine enough to be soothingly familiar. 

you feel a tug and your head is turned suddenly to the side. you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with patricia, lips so close together you swear you can feel them move against your own when she says, “i asked you what you wanted for dinner. drifting, dear?”

“just a little.” you gulp and she smiles tenderly at you. one of her fingers runs delicately along your jaw before loosening the grip on your hair, guiding your head along until you were once again facing forward. you lament the space between you two despite the fact that the warmth of her front is pushed ever so slightly against your back. 

“any particular reason?” her breath fans out along the crook of your neck and you have to keep yourself from shivering. 

you shake your head which gets you another tug and now you’re sure she’s toying with you. not maliciously though. flirting. you’re rather sure she’s flirting with you. 

briefly she puts her hand on your hip, an unnecessary touch as she tells you she’ll be right back in just a moment dearest. you watch her as she goes, relaxed, knowing she’s coming right back. 

she leaves the door open when she goes. you doubt it’s an accident. she’s too meticulous for such a thing. too smart. you’re sure it’s purposeful. a test to see what you’ll do. you cross your legs and wait obediently for her to come back. 

when she does it’s with a grin on her face. she doesn’t walk over to you she glides, like a queen about to address a loyal subject. she cups your face with two large hands. the touch is so soft and careful you melt. 

“such a good girl.” she coos, “i think i’ll keep you.”

maybe you were a little in love with patricia. so what? maybe she was a little in love with you too.

[fromashescomephoenixes]

It’s Not a Double Date

warnings: none!

summary: Hermione agrees to go to lunch with Harry, Ginny and Draco. But it’s definitely not a double date! (Or is it?)

word count: 1.1k+

••••

“Please!” Ginny was begging me desperately. “I can’t handle it with just Harry,”

“Ginny, the whole reason you guys are doing this lunch is because you’re all friends now!”

“Yeah, but that’s mostly him and Harry,” She whined. “And he’s single again,” she tried a different tact.

“You think Malfoy and I would be good together?” I laughed, shaking my head. Ginny simply shrugged. I started to walk back towards my office, but she turned me around.

“Please Hermione,” she asked once more, “If you really hate it I can fake being sick,” she suggested. Finally, I conceded.

“I guess,” Ginny instantly cheered up.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed. And started to leave, waving over her shoulder. “Also Malfoy may think it’s a double date,” Ginny jogged out the doors of the ministry as my jaw dropped.

“Ginny! What!” I sighed. Looks like I’d be going on a date with Malfoy.

••••

“Hello?” I finally answered my phone, which had been ringing for the past ten minutes.

“Hermione!” Harry greeted me.

“Harry! I said cheerfully. “How are you?” I was very glad to hear from my best friend.

“Really great,” Harry responded. “I wanted to thank you, ‘Mione, for agreeing to go with Malfoy to lunch.”

“As Long as the ferret is polite, I don’t really see an issue with it,” I admitted. “Although I’m not going to let him think it’s a date,” I said, mostly to assure myself I think.

“Well, to be honest,” Harry paused. “He sounded kind of excited,” It would not be an exaggeration to say I nearly fell over from laughing.

“Sure, and Rita Skeeter is the most reliable writer in the Daily Prophet!” I chuckled to myself and Harry allowed himself a laugh as well.

“Truly Hermione,” Harry began. A commotion cut into the background of our call, likely some sort of Auror’s training or other.

“Listen ‘Mione, I have to go. See you tomorrow!” The statement was all but shouted before the phone clicked off.

••••

The question of ‘what to wear?’ was not something that often preoccupied my thoughts. However, it was all I could think of as I went to sleep that night.

Perhaps my deep red blazer and- No, too business-y. Or nice jeans and a jumper? A little too casual, since Harry had picked a relatively upscale restaurant so that they could avoid the Paparazzi.

As the sun began to shine in, I stared at my clock until it turned to Six. That was an alright time to get up I thought. I’d slept a bit, but not enough. The nightmares never got any better. I always wonder how Harry manages. He says Ginny helps, but unfortunately I don’t exactly have the love of my life waiting for me around the corner. Unless of course I bump into the perfect man at the lunch spot Harry chose which is thankfully very close by. I snort as I imagine the unlikely odds.

Finally, I still on a royal blue sweater over a shirt with a Peter Pan collar. I’ve heard that’s trendy, although really it’s just my regular style. I don’t bother with make up, and choose to spend the spare time reading instead.

••••

Harry and Ginny pick me up outside of my apartment. I quickly grab my keys and sunglasses as we dash out the door.

“So,” I begin “How civil do I have to be to Malfoy?” I tease.

“Hermione, I solemnly swear he’s changed,” Harry said gravely. I simply shrugged.

“Yeah, but how much can a person truly change?” I sigh, deep in thought. Either he wasn’t that changed, or we were about to meet a completely new person.

“Granger?” I heard his voice before I saw him. His blond hair was parted loosely and he wore simple jeans and a white shirt.

“Malfoy.” I nodded primly. He smiled, but I looked away. Harry and Ginny both greeted him with a hug, but while he was turned away I made sure to mouth:

“Are you serious!?” Towards Ginny. All she could do was shrug. We walked into the restaurant and I noticed an odd stare here and there. Luckily there were no cameras. Harry and Ginny walked slightly ahead of me and Malfoy. I suppose Malfoy took this as an invitation for conversation.

“So..” He trailed off. “I never believed we would be going on a date!” I frowned at his lame attempt at a joke.

“It’s not a date Malfoy,” I replied.

“Oh?” His eyebrow raised up, “What is it then?”

“We’re simply third and fourth wheeling,” I managed a small smile, but Draco started full on laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Ginny asked with a smile.

“Well. I simply told him we’re not on a date.” I didn’t really see how he found it THAT funny.

••••

“So Draco,” Harry began. He was ready to start a new topic as the four of us had been laughing at one of his less graceful plays in quidditch. “How was your trip to America?”

“Oh!” I surprised even myself in saying this. However, I’d always wanted to visit America.

“It was fantastic,” He began. He sped into a long story of everything that happened. I found myself hanging on to every word. Godric, his eyes were really nice. No, that wasn’t what I should be thinking! Ugh.

“How’s work at the ministry Hermione?” He turned towards me. I bit my lips for a moment. Willing myself to keep being cold towards him.

“Perfectly fine, thank you,” I nodded.

“What do you think of those new laws theyre possibly putting in place over in Germany?” He asked. How did he hear about those? I’d only found out after hearing from the minister himself. Unable to stop myself, I launched into a passionate explanation of my thoughts.

“I think it’s fantastic that they’re thinking of reintegrating Wizards and muggles together!” I continued on this path, and then frowned and added. “Although it should be a global decision. Germany can’t very well tell people there are wizards without muggle finding out about the rest of us!”

“I completely agree Hermione!” Draco threw a smile my way. “Plus, it has to be taken fairly slowly. It will be a large shock for everyone,” Oh Godric, he traveled? He was as handsome as ever? He had completely changed his view on muggles? There was something strangely attractive about this ‘new’ Draco. However his unmistakable personality was still very much at his core.

After a few more interesting topics of conversation, we finished lunch and got the bill. I had had a surprisingly lovely afternoon.

“We should do this again sometime!” Harry suggested, staring at me. Perhaps I hadn’t been as secretive as I thought about my change in sentiment towards Draco.

“ I would love that,” Draco said, also glancing at me.

“I suppose,” I glanced at my shoes, eager to escape the gaze of everyone. As we parted ways, I noticed Draco fall in to step beside me.

“So, I know that wasn’t a date,” He began a little sheepishly. “But would you maybe want to grab ice cream together?” I blushed as I found myself smiling at the thought.

“I suppose,” I smiled softly.

“Now that, is the best thing I’ve heard all day!” He shyly brushed my hand and we continued to walk to my favourite ice cream shop ever.

••••

“Daddy, Daddy!” A small Scorpius waddled over to Draco. “What was your and mommy’s first date?”

“Well, I can tell you that it wasn’t anything so basic as a double date,” Draco smiled at his son, before throwing a smirk towards Hermione. She tossed the dish rag she was holding towards him, but he dodged it expertly.

They had been married very happily for 5 years, and were certainly a well loved couple. They kept up the tradition of double dates with Harry and Ginny, although Draco enjoyed telling Hermione that it wasn’t a date.

“We’re simply third and fourth wheeling!” He would smile, as he gently held his wife’s hand.