#u said to use your tracking for fanfic too right?? :D

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

going around in circles

MSR | 1k-ish words | season 7 AU | AO3 | rated T (for the topics of terminal illness and infertility) | tagging @today-in-fic and @baronessblixen :D

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1. She stays with him after her second encounter with Pfaster. Something changed at New Year's, but they haven't talked about it. If they talk about it, he'll have to face the fact that they are running out of time. So: they don't talk about it. They curl together at night, because Scully refused to let him take the couch, says she doesn't want to be left alone. Mulder doesn't want to be alone, either. He wants every moment he can have with her. Holding her through her nightmares is a privilege; holding her otherwise even moreso. He doesn't want to leave her.

2. She finds the medical report. It's been buried under various other things on his desk because he hasn't wanted to think about it. His condition isn't improving, but it isn't getting worse, either, and he hadn't wanted to tell her unless it got worse. He doesn't want to put her through what he went through three years ago until he knows for sure it's terminal. He wouldn't wish that pain on anyone, let alone the woman he loves. But he sees it, flashing in her eyes as she tries to cover it with anger, snapping at him and asking when he was planning to tell her that he is dying. That night, they hold each other and both cry.

3. The next morning Mulder wakes up to noises in his kitchen, after fallen tears forced his eyes shut with his body still wrapped around Scully. She'd kissed his forehead the way he'd once done her, after her own diagnosis. They exist, he thinks, as mirrors of each other. The ouroboros tattoo on her back is a fitting symbol. Snake biting its tail. One or the other of them dying, the only time they can be open in their love for each other.

She's making coffee and making too much noise about it, like the harsher version of familiar motions helps her clear her head. She glances over her shoulder when she hears his approach, but doesn't say anything. They'd joked about having unspoken communication, but now he thinks it's even more true. He'd read her mind once, but he thinks she still knows him better. He wraps his arms around her from behind, buries his face in her hair, and thinks this is all I want.

He says it, then, soft in her ear, and she stills. She sets down the container of coffee grounds, and doesn't turn or break his grip around her waist, but she stills and he knows it implies a question. Scully, he says, and hesitates when his voice cracks on her name: Scul-ly. He has asked so much of her, can he ask her to become his widow?

Scully, he says, thinking of a vacation to Maine and pencils in a foam ceiling, Marry me.

It goes unspoken how brief the rest of his life may be. He knows how much he's asking of her; he knows he would have done it for her in a heartbeat. They get the marriage license that afternoon.

4. They don't have rings, at first, not until Scully comes home from an appointment with the fertility doctor with tears in her eyes, and something in Mulder snaps as he holds her and they grieve together for what could have been. He goes out the next day and buys a pair of rings — simple, gold bands; nothing fancy but all that they need. Scully deserves so much more than he can give her.

He looks over at her sometimes, in their office or at home, and it hits him all over again that they are married. All these years of loving her, and it's finally come to something tangible. Scully, the most important person in his world almost since she entered it, married him. Spooky Mulder, with his head in the clouds. Once, she catches him grinning like a little boy over the top of a steaming coffee cup and asks what he's looking at. My wife, he says, awed, still smiling. He can't help it.

They don't keep anything from each other, now — she's spoken with his doctors, looked over the information herself with less-than-objective doctor's eyes. They are in this together, for better or worse, in sickness and in health. At least it's less obvious than her cancer was. At least it's brought them this.

5. Apparently, their marriage — marriage — is also living up to the in richer or poorer aspect of the vows. The audit takes them both by surprise, and Mulder's we could start sharing hotel rooms comment isn't even a joke — they already have. The thought of being shut down by something so mundane, after everything, is a shock to the system. When they hear the call from Billy Miles, they look at each other and immediately understand that they're thinking the same thing: they have nothing left to lose, either with the Files or in their personal lives. Mulder thinks of it as a swan song, though he never outright says so to Scully.

Snake eating its own tail: beginning and ending in a motel room in Bellefleur. He is afraid for them both; he's dying and they both know it, something is happening to Scully and they both know that, too. He doesn't want to die, but more than that, he wants her to be alright after he's gone. There's so much more than this, he whispers, and kisses her cheek as she shivers in his arms at the hotel.

He means more than risking everything to search for the truth. He means more than hotel rooms and cramped cars. He means, in a way, more than him.

Everything after that happens too fast. He can't let Scully go back to Oregon a second time, no matter what Krycek and Marita say. Not when she'd collapsed and still won't admit she's not fine; not when those being taken are previous abductees. He can't let anything happen to her, but she won't let him go alone. He thinks, once more, there's so much more than this. If he only has a few months left to live, he wants them to be with her.

But he goes anyway. There's a part of him that can't let go of the search that's been his entire life until recently, even with everything he stands to lose. He's not ready to leave Scully, not yet, but he does it anyway because he's still a selfish man. He doesn't do it against her will, though; she agrees that he and Skinner should go check out what Krycek had told them. She may not like it, he may have a horrible feeling about it himself, but she tells him to go and he can't get over how lucky he is to have her. He thinks they both want closure.

And Mulder goes back to Oregon. They'd thought that this was the end, but it's only another beginning. They're only going in circles.

[uwuch9n]

hey person !! today i'll be writing some 2AM sugawara fluff because i'm bored and not tired :D hope u enjoy reading !

characters: sugawara & nb y/n (self insert or oc)

warnings or possible triggers: hands are touched, making out, neck being grabbed (not aggressively!!,) suga and y/n both tear up, goosebumps, a confession, & hugging ! please do not continue reading if any of these things could trigger any unwanted reactions ! maybe the next time i write some fluff or sfw fanfics you’ll be able to read ‘em !

picnic date after practice.

you watch sugawara, asahi, and daichi all laughing and messing around after practice, while kageyama and hinata do their gay little thing. you've been watching them play for the longest time, cheering them on in the crowd, and now that you're in the official karasuno volleyball team, you can't even believe how pretty sugawara actually is up close. or how good they cooperate in the team, that too. sugawara caught your attention the most though, and you knew exactly what it was. his beautiful smile and his soothing voice. though he's never actually talked to you as anything more than a teammate, you felt as though he was just.. special.

of all the boys in the volleyball team, or even in the entirety of karasuno, sugawara was the one you really would like to know the most.

that's when you finally snap out of your little fantasy world and realize that THE sugawara is walking up to you with the biggest smile. you start to tense up, obviously. you've been crushing on him since when..? ever since you saw him? yeah.

"hey there y/n ! i got a question for you, if you don't mind taking a few minutes to talk!" he says enthusiastically. woah. sugawara knows your name and wants to talk to you. SUGAWARA. WANTS. TO. TALK. TO. YOU. and he knows your name.

"wh- yeah sure i've got all day! what's up?" you say acting like this was totally cool with you and you totally weren't just thinking about him. his smile doesn't leave his face, in fact it only grows bigger. he seemed glad that you were free all day. you just didn't know why he was so happy about it.

"awesome ! well i was trying to reach you yesterday but i guess you aren't the type to pick up random numbers are you," he giggled, "i should've messaged you instead... but anyway! i wanted to talk to you about your blocking.. it's really impressive. and i just wanted to say that for a new addition to our team, you really are very skilled. and im so proud of you for that y/n! but im getting off track here aren't i.." he rambled on and on about how impressed he was by you and how he wanted to get to know you better. you sat there flustered and shocked, but still willing to listen to every compliment he threw at you.

his rambling continued and you are able to understand all of it, but then you hear him ask you... a very WATTPAD-ESQUE question.

"i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a little picnic date with me so that we could talk about the team.. or if you'd like, talk about each other! whatever you want, i'll make sure to make it happen and-" you cut him off. "MHM! let's totally do it!! i'm so down !! SO PUMPED !! woohOOO! i would love that !!" you blabber out excitedly.

"awe great! when would you like to go? like in a few minutes?? maybe tomorrow? i mean we could go get dressed at home and then bring all the supplies and stuff and meet up at a park if you're fine with it! i'll send you the address of my favorite park.. here lemme just..."he proposed while reaching for his phone. you nod in agreement and both of you exchange numbers, giving each other nicknames in the contact list.

fast forward; you two are already at the park, setting up the picnic spot. (i know im lazy im sorryy)

"alright doll, would you mind bringing over the food basket i set up for us? it's right- yeah right there!" he giggled as you quickly pointed at where it was while he was mid-sentence. he brushed off any unnecessary leaves and dirt on the picnic blanket, and sat down, moving around the food items and snacks to make the setup look cuter and more enjoyable. you finally finish bringing over all the snacks you brought from home and set them down, organizing them alongside suga.

"is that a separate bowl of konpeitō??!" you ask shocked. it was your personal favorite candy and you were curious to know how HE knew that. "yeah it is! i love konpeitō a lot so i brought some for us to share, it's my favorite candy." he replied while scratching his head. "no way! it's my favorite candy too! that's cool!!" you say very hyped. you both giggle and talk about how you two were feeling. things like "how was your week?" and "did you enjoy practice?" were probably the first few questions of the bunch.

of course, the conversation didn't stay dry, and you two talk about lots of things, ranging from why your favorite song was actually a meme song to why sugawara doesn't like to share his snacks with daichi because he eats them all.

you both enjoyed the delicious konpeitō, nommed on some homemade suga-sandwiches, and sipped on fruit punch flavored juice happily while talking about how cute the ducks at the park were.

then sugawara's curiosity kicked in.

"hey doll, i think you already know what i saved you as in my phone, but i never found out what you saved me as.. is it alright if you tell me?" he asked suddenly. he was itching to know what you decided to call him. this was very important to sugawara and you could tell, so you quickly followed up. "i got you saved as suga-bear with a white heart next to it!" you said, smiling gently. he blushed a bit from how calm you said it. your smile made his mind go blank.

"that's.. adorable y/n.. that's so cute..." he lets out after finally finding out how to breathe again. you look away, clearly blushing because of how cute he looked while saying that. he finally mustered up the courage to caress your soft tender hand, squeezing it, not too tightly, and then slowly redirecting his hand to your warm, rosy cheek.

"y/n, honestly.. if i didn't ask you on this date would i have even known how incredibly cute you actually were?" he said as he looked deeply into your eyes, getting lost in them by each passing second. your thoughts raced as his warm hand rested against your left cheek and the wind slowly hit your back. you could hear your heart beating much faster than before. it was a very tense yet relaxing moment.

before you could even respond to his rhetorical question, he leaned in and slowly kissed your lips, his tongue accidentally slipping in. neither of you regretted it though. you kissed back; and for a short moment, your mind went blank. you could feel both his hands moving towards your neck and shoulders. he grabbed your neck gently and only fell into a deeper kiss than when his lips first met yours. his fingers wrapped around your neck and even just the feeling of it gave you goosebumps.

"i don't know if it's too soon to even say this but it's just... it feels right to." he says as he pulled away from the kiss. "doll..." he sighed. "i love you.. and im not holding back from saying that because i know that if we spend even just one more minute together i'll already want to give you the world and all of the universes on a silver platter." he confessed.

you couldn't even believe what was happening. i mean, the kiss alone was enough to make you pass out and yet here you were listening to your crush of 3 years confess his love to you at a cute picnic date.

"i... i love you a lot. im not just saying that because we're here on a little picnic date and i'm not saying it with hopes to make you feel better or give you false hope. i truly feel like you just.. make me feel even more comfortable being myself. even if it was just a short picnic date, even if we played together once or twice during practice, even if this is our first time actually having a full-on conversation. i really do love you... so so much.." you could see a tear rolling down his cheek as he mouthed "thank you" and kissed your cheek.

he went in for a hug and moved his hands and arms up and down against your back. he laughed off his tears while still rubbing your back, and pulled away to wipe his tears. you could tell he wasn't joking about it and that made you get a little emotional too. he grabbed your face and kissed your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, a small peck on the lips.

"suga... i didn't know you felt the same way i did.." you said, reassuring him that you loved him just as much. he laughed through his tears and then sniffed. you could see how he was quickly getting much more comfortable with you.

"i always have... it's just now i'm able to actually tell you about it.. yknow?" he laughed. he intertwined his fingers with yours and tightly held your hands, putting them both close to his face and gently planting kisses on them. both of you looked into each other's eyes and leaned in for a final kiss while the sun was setting.

from the second you saw him, to the moment you two kissed, you knew suga was the one.

that’s all ! i hope you enjoyed this self insert x suga fluff fanfic ! i can't even tell if this one's good or not, but that's because i wrote this at like 2AM and i'm just posting it now because of the lil mistakes lmao. i dont rlly expect this to do any good, just a random fluff i wrote :,)

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 4X19 Jump the Shark

Oh hey is this the illegitimate brother plotline

boy I love me some sweet sweet ANGST

whelp she's fucking dead

picture of JOHN?

Sam's peacefully brushing his teeth and Dean's Not a Morning Person

boy he's having a bad morning

to be fair, living out of the car is kinda not fun either

"I'm his son" Dean: I'm gonna fUCKING KIL-

he's..premed?

they're going to ruin his life too aren't they, Aren't The-

Dean is taking this really well

I mean he did get the brunt of John's Issues, so I get it, yike

ASDFPIHP them discussing their dad's ~sex life~ is very funny though

Dean was...preteen? when this kid was born? Sam was under ten definitely

Dean Please

No that's your Actual Brother guys PLEASE

hunting accident "ah fair enough"

"who is a nuclear family these days" FEELS SO LOADED

Dean...Dean please don't fUCKING KILL HIM DEAN

THE IMPALA NOOO

"he took you to a baseball game" IDSFHAPF

He's Trying not to CRY OH MY GOD NO WAIT

Sam resonates with the away from college thing oh NO

Dean is trying SO HARD not to snap

at least he's...trying..to keep adam out

corpse snatching => HEY LOOK IT's THE BONE STEALING WIT-

I think I need to stop being online jesus christ

the [both sigh] was so good

well...that's a lot of blood

How the hell do you break it to your illegitimate brother that you're ~technically Wanted by the FBI

at least he's not an idiot

HE'S SO MUCH YOUNGER THAN THEY ARE

I mean obligatory dead mom

"do i get a say in this?" "NO!"

no..no SAM DEAN HAS A POINT

Middle sibling + younger sibling gang up on elder

"have u thought about eternity" "bro i've literally been to hell Idk what to tell u"

Dean doing it solo but Sad is...:(

Oh he worked the old case, that's neat

"so it's over for you" welllllll

OO THE TRUCK SHOT WAS COOL

dean + long dark coat truthing tonight HE LOOKS G O O D

it wants revenge

YOU FUCKERS AND YOUR REVENGE BELA WAS R I G H T

and Adam Instantly wants revenge, you sir are definitely a Winchester

"it's life" WELL IT SHOULDn'T BE

the stupid isolationism I hate it

NO GO CONNECT WITH PEOPLE KRIPKE WHY

Sam's becoming his dad, and Dean isn't

...SAM WHAT THE FUCK

DAD MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT DO RIGHT BY YOU

HIS GODDAMN GRIEF SPIRAL GOT BOTH OF YOU

LET HIM BE NORMAL! HAPPY! IT IS TOO LATE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW(NOT ALWAYS)(Also very close to the thing with zachariah in placement(eye emojis) BUT LEAVE HIM ALONE!

I do appreciate Dean Eldest Sibling'ed it up even if he didn't like the kid/was jealous. Goddammit I wish we got connection in this stupid show

I was expecting a jump scare but somehow the squish is worse

sOn oF aBitcH

Ah FUCK NOT ADAM TOO

I do like the little angel Icon though, that's what's Dean's way out

Ghouls is a racist term?what????

no john winchester was 100% a monster

ah it was their father

yada yada father killing circle idk

YAY! DEAN'S INGENUITY IS BACK!

Ghoul!mom is really really good. I liked Scared Adam better though

the slicing sam scene is BRUTAL jesus christ

So...John got his own son killed in the end...

SERIOUSLY HE WAS TERRIBLE

Dean JESUS CHRIST

awww caring Dean is nice

AWW HUNTER'S FUNERAL

"Adam's in a better place" :(

Dean tried to fit himself into the Dad box, Sam's actually him

"you take it any way you want" oh for FUC- HE- I-

he looked so Sad, so like...he's stopped idolizing him

jesus christ.

boy there's gonna be overlap ok here we go.

1. poor dean. Ok couple things: 1) he elder sibling'ed it SO HARd! he didn't even like Adam, but he still tried to keep him safe(I think). he gave him a hunter's funeral! I just. It was nice to see. It was also INCREDIBLY painful to hear the realization of "you were always like dad, I never could be" and the fact that he didn't even see it as a good thing anymore? fUCK man, that huRT me. Dean tried so hard to be something he wasn't, he got probably the brunt of the abuse(because he didn't measure up to that metric like Sam always would), and in the end all it got him was...just. so much pain. Like it felt like John left his Broken children behind to get a new one, and just turned them into his quest for revenge. It was SO So fucked

Hey actually speaking of

2. AM I SUPPOSED TO LIKE BEING A HUNTER/JOHN? WHAT HTE FUCK?

YALL ALREADY MARTYRED HIM BUT UR MAKING HIM WORSE?

LIKE ok listen. John's kinda set up as the ideal of hunting. They martyred him! And I was halfway sold provided they didn't mention him again. Then! he did this thing where he abandoned his kids, seeing them only as tools to fulfill his quest for revenge, literally broke them(that too late thing+zachariah saying "it's in your blood" when really it was just trained from a young age), got a NEW family he treated a lot better. I just. I have...NO idea how I'm supposed to see him as a good guy here. Maybe I just kin Dean, or his plight is WAY more sympathetic(it is, Sam is kinda pissing me off), but John's just...coming off worse and worse and they KEEP doing it!

Also! this whole cycle of revenge thing! about how if you keep taking an eye for an eye, everyone ends up blind! they barely escaped this time, and I think this was the second revenge plot that I can think of with MONSTERS alone! it was a BIG theme! Like!! hunting sucks! revenge makes you end up in worse places! it's like this one episode was made to show how SHIT hunting was!

wait who wrote this

Dabb+lofflin. The hunting sucks always comes from-

this GODDAMN INCONSISTE-

3. Fuck John Winchester

4. Individualism. Ok this is a big one. Alongside the whole revenge plot thing(which is BIG, and a hunting sucks), this one drove home the sheer individuality of hunting. But while some of the writers see that as Badass, this one made it seem lonely, and painful. Like the flip side to American Individualism is American Chronic Loneliness. I know this one was used to process the ennui of the post recession/post 9/11 time, and it's doing very well for that, but it kinda ends up like this show is EVERYONE'S therapy all at once! the gang's all here! and we're gonna traumatize you in the process as well.

EDIT: and yeah yeah yada yada american individualism is King and then so is it’s accompanying loneliness in the post 9/11 post war in iraq post recession world(we were not having fun in 08/09)

and I get that this show is the writer’s therapy and whatever

(I just thing this is phrased better)

5. bring him back. Connect! Look. I know it breaks the core ethos of this episode. But having Weird Esoteric Hunter siblings would have been SO FUNNY!

give me more sibling content! Sam+Adam teaming up against the Eldest Sibling Dean WAS SO FUNNY! I WANT MORE OF THAT

6. SAM WHAT THE FU-. Look. I hate John. I very much hate John. They set up the Sam/Dean dichotomy in regards to John first episode, and Sam acting more like an ass+like his dad is. Not making me like him. Also I feel like this was written to sympathize with Dean. Which makes the finale even more ironic, I feel.

7. Listen. Listen. One of you has to keep track of continuity. Like I know this becomes a WAY bigger problem later in the series, but if a certain writer wants to process/examine a certain part of the Life/Story(and they should, they set up a lot of interesting stuff), they have to keep track! Because then the show becomes everything all at once.

Like this show has ALREADY started feeling like fanfic of itself, where it just kinda does whatever it wants with its own concepts. And the concepts are GREAT! but you can TELL how inconsistent it is, even in the kripke era

like it ends up being Study of X, Riff on X! and I think that's where the inconsistency comes from. It's also why it's so fucking Excellent in places.

whelp this was a lot holy hell.

OH AND ONE MORE THING!

Bela didn't fit the narrative. That's why they didn't like her. I said at the beginning that an Int'l art thief does NOT fit the vibe of "grungy Angsty American Midwestern gothic" and I was right. With the lucifer story and the vibe she didn't fit, and so they just killed her as foreshadowing, and only used her like that. God I wish they'd riffed on her, especially because her callouts were all completely correct

we're Bela Salting again

listen she was preppy Jack Sparrow with some spiritualism, how dare you tell me not to like her.

[palatefor-strangeremedies]

OHMYGOD i just reread the ENTIRE Palate for strange remedies cus there is no end to my love for severus and let me tell you I got so pissed when i realised there were no more new chapters cuS I FUCKING LOVE THE FIC SO BLOODY MUCH I need more i will perish without your fic 😭😭😭 Also let me overshare and tell you, im a ballerina and a ballerina in the wizard world would totally be the slytherin pureblood that Ms Black is so all my fuckin fantasies have been fulfilled i love you somuchsjjsjsjsjss

Also also also You wrote it SO AMAZINGLY That one could literally insert their own skill or job and the fic would honestly have the same storyline like I cant explain how much i love your work The relationship was so amazingly developed and ,AheM the s m u t is too good for my own well being cus now im literally dying for more of this fic now whenever im in ballet class i fucking imagine dancing with severus and a bit of me just e m p l o d e s ----

---- and lastly TO THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SO MUCH AMAZING SNAPE CONTENT AND HONESTLY THE BEST EXISTING SEVERUS FANFIC YOURE A TREASURE TO THIS FANDOM AND PLEASE NEVER STOP DRAWING AND WRITING I WOULD BE IMMENSELY SAD IF THIS FANDOM DIDNT HAVE YOU IN IT You inspired me so much i just might start my own snape lover blog on tumblr------ kJekdjdlskskdk Love you and your art and you deserve all the happiness 💖💖💖💖

AAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im cryign i’m literally crying

I DONT WANNA CRUSH UR DREAMS RN BUT unfortunately, I have to say while I still love him, Severus is currently not my main interest 😭 (there’s another big-nosed man in my life right now I—) and I have only so much energy to spend on my many fandoms,,, combined with work I still have to do,,,,, I just can’t find it in me to make as much content as I used to here 🥺 I just decided to unlaunch my patreon too fskhahf 

THAT SAID I HAVE NO INTENTION OF ABANDONING MY FIC!!! Let’s just say... i’m on indefinite semi hiatus or something,,,(dark lord knows I still lurk and make snape drawings here and there) IF I CAME BACK TO IT AFTER 2.5 YEARS I CAN COME BACK TO IT AGAIN

I need to get back on track with everything else in my life before I can pick up writing again especially. I don’t want to rush A Palate for Strange Remedies!!!! cause I want it to be good!!!! I’m immensely grateful for the support i’ve received on it, it’s been so encouraging!!! 🥺🥺 and reading things like this from you just makes me tear up so so much aND I’M SORRY I CANT UPDATE REALLY I’M SO SORRY sometimes i wanna comment on my own fic and ask when the author’s gonna update asfjhagdsh

[madamrogersstorytelling]

Fan Fiction Ask Game

@suchatinyinfinity tagged me some time ago, and since I really couldn’t decide which ones to answer to, I took all of them! Yes, I really did. Worry about me... This is going to be a long post, so I’m putting everything under the cut and tagging some of my fellow writers at the bottom. I also am going to answer with all of my fics and not only one of them, that way you can get more perspective. 

Thank you for reading!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I’m not going to answer about how I named one fic, I’m telling how I usually name my fics. Most of them get their titles if I listen to a song and it has a nice name or a line, sometimes I read quotes or just think of a word and taste it for long enough to decide could it be the title. Sometimes I read the piece before naming it and decide a line it has as a title; this can be seen in most of my drabbles. The title can be found. With my current series Aura, Of New Beginnings, You, Dark Passion Play and I’ll Make a Man Out of You; they either got their titles from the names of the characters, aspects of the story or songs. 

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Actually, You. Not all of it, but most of the first chapter is. I took some artistic freedoms to describe some things but it indeed is inspired by my very shitty day during last December. Some of my friends know about this, it was horrible. But the young man at the stoplights (who looked really different from Ben but still) still inspires me very much.

C: What member do you identify with most?

Member... This question confuses me, all in all. I identify with a lot of things and can really tell you as soon as someone tells me what kind of a member this question is searching for haha. 

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I don’t really do playlist for my stories, I listen to whatever I feel like. Sometimes I want to listen to one specific song during one scene. It really depends. 

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I’m bad at sequels. And most of my fics are not even ready, aka they’re series that will go on and on. But! One fic that possibly could have a sequel one day is Irresistible. It’s one of my favorite pieces of my own fics and it would be fun to see did the reader really catch him or not ;)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The knife?”

“That was Reep…”

“The apples?”

“No, I didn’t touch your apples…”

“Someone ate them while I was picking up those flowers I gave you.”

Caspian shook his head, still humming his laughs.

“Apples don’t walk away, Caspian!”

He showed you his hands as if he was surrendering. “Maybe not, but it wasn’t me.”

You pouted. “If you have to say it, you’re not telling the truth.”

“Maybe you didn’t have any apples with you on that day? I don’t remember seeing any.”

“Yeah, because you ate all of them. I was away for ten minutes!”

“Okay, I just might have eaten one…”

King of Thieves, Caspian/Reader

I think this is really sweet. I had so much fun writing this and it can really be seen, I think. I’ve always struggled with real-like dialogue, as I’ve told countless times before, but I think that with this drabble, it became quite real after all.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends, really. I usually write from start to finish but if I suddenly get a scene in my head, I write it down. It’s easier for me to write from start to finish, that way I can stay on track and don’t lose the balance of what I’m doing. 

H: How would you describe your style?

Someone once said I have noticeable style, something that is... part of me. I guess I like descriptions? I use a lot of adjectives and different kind of sentences; long and short, both to describe and rhythm the story a little. I also like beautiful words very much haha. My style may be a bit dreamy and I like to go slowly more than quickly. Sometimes I speed things up a little, only to tell the more meaningful parts but all in all, I think I describe more than use dialogue. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Haha! I truly do have! Especially in writing. I love to use quotes and song lyrics in my stories as dialogues, parts of them. It’s really funny for some reason. When I read, I don’t think do I actually have a guilty pleasure. Hmm... I don’t think I have?

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Goodness! Well, ok, let’s take Irresistible again...

Billy either left without leaving a single note or... Maybe he didn’t leave at all? I almost wrote that he stayed but... Then I thought of the note and I let that come to the story. Well, we can always play ;)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Something that had to do with Billy having to kill the reader either because the death was inevitable or because he had been told to. I’ve tried to think of this but as I have felt a bit bad myself, writing angst hasn’t really been on the top of my mind right now. Maybe one day?

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Sometimes more and sometimes less. I often read it twice; once right after reading and then I let it be for a moment, I got to eat or take a shower or play with my cat for a while and then come back to read it. You kind of become blind to your own text; I still have typos, I’m not saying that but it’s easier to see everything that needs to be corrected or revised before posting. Once or twice, usually.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Not more than I will never probably get it done because I keep getting stuck haha!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Not at the moment. Even though, I always love to see people writing something I’ve talked about with them.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

The plot, usually. The characters come with it. While writing fanfiction, I kind of have some characters “ready to use”. The reader creates itself. I try to describe them as little as I can, so everyone can relate to them, which is why I go with the plot and not with the characters. But with something like Aura I try to get the plot with the character or the other way around. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m more like “one rose is my whole garden” type of person. I make some plans and write down some important plot points but for me, planning the whole thing from chapter to chapter and all the way to the ending kind of means it’s written already. Then I don’t even write it. So, I try not to let my ideas die with something like this but every time I get some important plot points in mind, I write them down because I’d forget them otherwise.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I have nothing against them. Collabs are just fine. Although, they can get a bit hard, can’t they? You need to have very profound talks about what you want to write and what should happen and all. It can get stressful. But it would also be very interesting thing to write! I’ve actually talked about one of these with one person once. 

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Sure. And I think that to be a writer, you have to have influences. You know what I mean? To see different ways to do some things and how the person X does this thing - but the person Y does it differently, so I’ll do it like this. You know what I mean? 

The people I’m going to tag (also the one that tagged me) all have some kind of influence on me, in good. 

My favorite writers, I’ve tried to learn something from them. Stephen King, Marcus Zusak, Joël Dicker, Tolkien, Rowling, Lewis, Wynne-Jones, all of them. 

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m not good at this trope thing anyway, I think. I don’t even think about them too much. But, you know, I just opened a list and I definitely can say that there are some I reallyreallyreally like hahah!

Shapeshifting is always nice, all kinds of AUs are really close to my heart, crossovers are fun, timetravel, fix-it is my go to... I have quite a lot of these!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Hmmmpf... I don’t like to say I don’t stand something, these are just things I’m not exactly a fan of.

I’ve always been bad at anything that has to do with comedy (I’ve only recently learned to live and watch comedy films, I used to hate them a few years back), so maybe... crackfics? Ok, good crack makes me cry my eyes out because I’m laughing so much but it’s pretty hard trope for me. 

I’m also either so decent (or at least try to think I am, which is a lie, I’m far from it haahah) or old-fashioned that I’m very bad at PWP as well.  

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@padfootagain she writes so good fluff! You can always trust that whatever she writes will cheer you up - and I often read her fics if I feel a bit down. She’s also one of my closest friends.

@something-tofightfor I love her way to tell the stories, her characters. I enjoy her style a lot. And she is also very cute human being.

@banditthewriter quite a lot like with the previous. I like the way she develops her stories and characters and always gives us something to wait for. She also seems so nice and genuine as a person. We don’t interact much but I still appreciate her a lot.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Whoa, this is hard... This is really hard because most of the fics I read already tell the stuff I’d tell in prequels. Maybe sequel... To @padfootagain‘s A Recipe For Love, to see the life of Caspian and the reader. But I don’t even dare to touch that masterpiece!!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Both are fine. I like prompts a lot, they help me but sometimes they also set me a trap haha! I tend to use more general ones myself and I’m fine with that. But if I find a list of some more specific ones and find it inspiring, why not?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

WHAT?? I hate to make any character suffer!! Ok, I’m a mascohist so maybe a bit but... No, that tells that I like to make the reader suffer? Because I’m not a sadist (even though, some of my friends might say so, they always say I’m killing them, so...). 

Y: A character you want to protect.

Caspian. Ryan Brenner. Steve Rogers. Billy Russo. Yes, you read right - Billy might not need my protection, but I’m doing it anyway. Paul “Jesus” Rovia is my dearest and I’ll fight for him. Tom Ward. Magneto. Athelstan. Sirius Black. Sam Winchester. All my actor babies. There are so many of them, they’re all my babies, I want to protect all of them!! (Logan, don’t look at me like that - yes, I’m protecting you too.)

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

... I hate the fact that every time I watch a movie or a show or even read a book, it’s 100% sure that my favorite character dies. Or if not 100&, then at least 85-90%. But, the happy thing is that most of the characters are not killed in fanfiction! I can read deaths, yes, but... They’re not nice things to read. I can also write deaths, still not my fave things to do. 

Want a list of these characters? Sirius Black, Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Kili, Fili and Thorin, Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers (don’t come at me, I know we all have been thinking about this)... This list could go on and on.

Tagging: @padfootagain @jennareedus @carol-damn-vers @something-tofightfor @dylanobrusso @suchatinyinfinity @whostheblondegirlwriting @loriwrites @breanime @princerussoand everyone else who wants to do this. Sorry for the double tags.

[intenseshipperofkpopidols-blog]

DayDream? Yoonseok fluff-Smut

A repost of my stupid fanfic “Namjoon hyung! Look at all these tweets about Hope World!“ Hoseok said as he peers over a phone at the dorm. He jumps up from the couch to hop around excitedly, then sat back down again Namjoon smiled to himself knowing how the world blew up from his member’s mixtape. He calming walked around the couch and sat next to Hoseok to see the screen with twitter pulled up. “Look! I’m so happy ARMY likes it!“ Hoseok said grinning ear to ear. Namjoon patted his back and nodded and went back to his room. Hoseok continued to look through the endless oblivion of comments posted by fans who were excited for Hixtape. Yoongi from the corner of the couch looked up from his phone at Hoseok, and a swell of pride came into his chest for the younger member. After all this time Hoseok finally accomplished his goal. Hoseok looked up from his screen to Yoongi, continuing to grin. Yoongi felt a heat rise to his face and he quickly looked back down at his phone. When Yoongi looked back up again Hoseok was smiling warmly at his computer. The warm feeling once again swam around his chest and face. “Why do I feel this way?” he whispered to himself. He felt different, not with pride and, but rather something more understanding and accepting, something that included much more interaction, something that made him yearn for Hoseok’s undivided attention. The heat on his face even stronger than before, Yoongi quickly took his phone and rushed to his room, much to Hoseok’s confusion. Once he got to his room he closed and leaned on the door, trying to calm himself down. He opened up the camera on his phone and looked at himself through it using his phone as a mirror. It was a good thing he left, because he was the brightest shade of red to ever red, R REVOLUTION, E EVOLUTION, D DROP IN THE OCEAN. He wondered who would help him understand what was happening to him. He opened the door again and peeked out the hallway, then he walked over to Namjoon’s room and slipped inside.“Hyung?” Namjoon said confused as to why the elder had burst into his room bright red as fuck.“You’re good with feelings right?” Yoongi asked him expectantly.“Well I-” “Good, because I need your help” Yoongi said cutting Namjoon off from whatever he was saying.“Something’s going on with me, and whenever I’m around Hoseok I just feel so weird and I feel like I want to interact with people more.”Namjoon’s head snapped in shakespearean from Yoongi’s description, he realized his hyungs dilema.“You like Hoseok.”Heat blasted to Yoongi’s face and red spread to his pale face from the answer. Yoongi liking Hoseok? What? No.. Right?Namjoon reading his mind, continued with his explanation. “Think about it this way, if Taehyung kissed you on the lips what would you do?”“Punch him” He replied immediately, the dongsaeng was like a brother to him.Namjoon nodded then said, “Now what if Hoseok kissed you on the lips?”Yoongi flushed, “U-Uh.. Um.. W-well. Uhh. I- would, would would.Uhhhhhhh” The thought of Hoseok kissing him on the lips, intrigued him, and made him think. His face flushed again from the thought of Hoseok’s soft pink lips against his own.“I’ll let you think about it.” Namjoon said as he politely urged Yoongi to kindly get the fuck out of his room.As the door shut on his back, Yoongi thought about what his leader said, him, Yoongi, Agust D, liking Hoseok. Impossible.“Hyung!” Hoseok said interrupting Yoongi’s thought process, causing Yoongi’s face to heat up.“Hyung are you okay?” Hoseok asked concerned for his elder, causing Yoongi’s thoughts to go, err places that don’t need to be said.Yoongi nodded silently before retreating to his bedroom to think. A week passed by since the occurrence of Yoongi’s discovery of feelings, until it was his birthday. It was relatively quiet for the time being, not counting the noisy celebration of his being put onto this Earth 24 years ago. Yoongi was laying down in his room on his phone when he heard the door click from being opened and closed. In confusion he looked up to see Hoseok in his room. The rest of the members had already left, but Hoseok was still in the dorm.“Hey Hyung..” Hoseok said slyly as he shuffled his way to Yoongi’s bed where Yoongi was lying down.Yoongi sat up in alert as Hoseok gradually got closer to him. Hoseok then crawled on the bed to where Yoongi now sat up in alert, which caused Yoongi to blush furiously. Hoseok then smiled darkly as if sensing Yoongi’s perverted thoughts.“Hyung~” Hoseok whined as he finally came close enough for Yoongi to kiss.Yoongi was so damned confused. Why was Hoseok acting this way?“Hyung~ You’re so oblivious, I’ve been trying to hint at you for weeeeeeeeeks now.” Hoseok pouted while climbing into Yoongi’s lap.“What.” Yoongi’s mind went blank, I mean wouldn’t your mind go blank at the sight of a hot boy pouting in your lap?“Hyuunnnngg~” Hoseok whined at his elder’s short comment while lightly slapping his chest. “I love you, you idiot.” Hoseok continued while sticking out his lower lip.Yoongi’s mind went blank again, but god his hormones certainly didn’t. Yoongi did his signature gummy smile after processing the younger’s confession.“I love you too.” Yoongi answered, making Hoseok so relieved that he moaned. Under Hoseok he felt Yoongi’s erection harden poking into his ass, as he was sitting on his lap. Realizing the opportunity of the situation, Hoseok experimentally rolled his hips, while cautiously looking at Yoongi for approval. Yoongi threw his head back at the new sensation he felt, like dipping french fries into ice cream.Hoseok then proceeded to kiss Yoongi’s neck softly, while smiling hearing the elder’s soft moans. “You taste just as you are named, sweet like sugar.” While kissing his neck, Yoongi and Hoseok’s clothes slowly dropped to the floor as they progressed, until both boys were in their boxers, from magicYoongi was panting and moaning “Hoseok” nearly every 5 seconds from just the kissing, encouraging Hoseok to slip off both of their boxers, causing Yoongi’s member to spring forth, like a shakespearean cat. It springth fortheth from thy undergarments.Hoseok pushed Yoongi down onto the bed. Hoseok looked at Yoongi, and said hesitantly, “Lube…?”Yoongi, furiously shaking his head, indicating that he was a hard core fucker, literaly and figurativly. Hoseok slowly entered Yoongi, and felt his tight walls clench around his dick.“S-so tight.” Hoseok murmured, as he thrusted back and forward, pleasing his hyung.“H-Hoseok!” Yoongi squeaked out, his hands gripping Hoseok’s back as his walls clenched around Hoseok’s diddly doo.Then they went on the choo choo train to frick frack on the train track town, and both passed out because Yoongi is a sleepy person. “Jeongguk! What are you doing here! YOu are still a CHILD”“Blackmail hyung”“Jin Hyung we probably should get out before Hoseok and Yoongi wake up.”“I think they’re up now”Yoongi opened his eyes to see the other 5 members in the room, with Namjoon trying to drag them all out, and Jeongguk trying to get blackmail pictures.

[buffalostorm]

Fanfic

a text exchange is implied between the Havenfall crew and I decided to write it

Set in Mackenzie’s route

occurs somewhere during Season 2 Episode 7, in the time gap between the two

MacMommy has come online

JuniorLucifer69 is online

MM: JD

MM: Can we talk

MM: Im not accusing you of anything

MM: JD you arent in trouble or anything

JL: sherif

MM: Im texting as Mac right now

JL: cul i like mac beter

JL: since ur mac can this wait for a sec im in the midle of sum stuf

MM: Does the bowling alley have some customers

JL: nah

JL: its crime stuf

MM: what

MM: JD

MM: Im the Sheriff now

MM: JD I will call Razi right now

JL: jk wat up

MM: Are you doing crimes

JL: not unles eatin froot loops is a crime

MM: its 9 PM

MM: and arent you at the bowling alley?

JL: yeh an i wanted froot loops

JL: i knew i would want froot loops so i took some froot loops in a plastic bag

JL: who made u the sherif of fud time

MM: weve gotten off track

JL: never knew what the trac was

MM: I wanted to ask for advice

JL: im literaly the person with their life the least put together

JL: the only thing im qualified to give advice about is precisely how much shit u can do and not get actualy punished for

MM: How about dating

MM: like asking someone out

JL: y do u need advice

JL: u 2 made out in front of the entire town

JL: not much of a feat

JL: the in front of the entire town part

JL: the making out was a biger thing

MM: Weve done more than that

JL: u 2 are together right

MM: We are together yeah

MM: We havent been on a proper date yet though

JL: havent u asked some1 out before

JL: wait

JL: uve done more than that

MM: I shouldnt have said that

JL: did u 2 do it

JL: DID YOU TWO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS

MM: …

JL: WHATS THAT SUPOSED TO MEAN

JL: YOU CANT JUST DOT DOT DOT ME MAC

MM: Im just here for advice I dont need anything else

JL: OK but whether or not u 2 have screwed does change my answer

MM: I dont see how that has anything to do with it

JL: it absolutely does

MM: Im not answering that

JL: cool so u 2 absolutely did do it

MM: JD

JL: nah its cool im happy for u and all but le

MM: JD

MM: Are you there.

MM: JD you need to finish that sentence

JL: This is Razi. JD was texting on the job and they tell me I’m texting Sheriff Hunt.

MM: yeah this is Mac

JL: If I may ask, what did JD do?

MM: Nothing this is an informal conversation

JL: JD is telling me to scroll up.

MM: Please dont

MM: Razi

MM: Razi

MM: Razi you better be typing a very long message because I dont like this one bit

JL: jd back on the mic

MM: What happened

JL:  razi read through the rest of the conversation and started crying from laughter

JL: i swiped my phone back

MM: Do u remember when things like this stayed private

JL: pepperridge farm remembers

MM: Good times

JL: update razi is still laughing

JL: he has done the dad thing where he chuckles and shakes his head

JL: he mumbled something

MM: I dont need the play by play

JL: im more of a color commentator

MM: Can you bring him back in

MM: I could use the help

JL: ill help him get on

MM: Ill be waiting

JL: hes almost on

JL: hes trying to compose himself

MM: Does he need any help

JL: still trying to compose himself

JL: he has stopped giggling and put on a Serious Face

Guest42251413 has come online

Guest: Hello, this is Razi.

JL: henwo

MM: Welcome Razi

Guest: Why do you guys have initials and I don’t?

JL: u have to register

Guest: OK, how do I do that?

MM: JD can you help him

Guest 42251413 has registered as Razi420

MM: Did you choose the name

Razi420: JD helped me. I tried to register as Razi, but the system said, “Username taken,” so I tried Razi1 at the behest of JD. That too was taken, so then JD informed me that Razi420 was open so I took it.

Razi420: Wait, I don’t have initials.

MM: JD can you help him

JL: i dont know its just so difficult

JL: itll take 10 hours

JL: i remember when i changed my intials i had to fill out all sorts of forms

JL: it was such a hassle

JL: and you wouldnt make little old me go through that again.

MM: OK you dont have to help Razi

Razi420: I guess that an old man like me wouldn’t understand it.

JL: ill get diego on the line 2

Razi420: You know computers are so hard for people like me

JL: mac how much experience do you have with dating

MM: I havent asked anyone out in my life

JL: not even for a sadie hawkins

Razi420: The other day I learned about emojis.

MM: I went to a small high school no one else was out

JL: so is it a confidence thing or a what do i say sort of thing or whats a good thing to do kind of thing or what

DrEscalonaMDPHDBS has come online

Razi420: See, Diego knows what it’s like, you don’t know how to do anything, you don’t know the lingo, you don’t know how to get initials for your messages.

DE: What?

DE: What did you guys need me for?

JL: i just heard razi sigh from the arcade

DE: So what was going on around here.

MM: I need some advice

DE: mhm, and what for?

MM: Asking someone out

DE: You two are definitely together, is that correct? I remember you two sharing a ,ah, intimate moment together.

JL: theyve “done more than that”

MM: JD dont you dare

DE: I’m going to need you to be more specific, JD.

MM: You better not

MM: JD I swear on my mothers hashbrown casserole if you dare say a word that is off task I will smash your stupid John Lennon sunglasses on the ground

Razi420: Part 1: I’ve tasted that casserole, this is very serious. Part 2: I will not say a word about that. I will hold that as a secret to be divulged at your discretion.

MM: Thank you Razi

DE: All of that aside, this is a date between you and our friend.

MM: Yes

DE: Just making certain everything is clear.

Razi420: In addition, Mackenzie has never asked anyone out on a date.

MM: Most of my past relationships we just kinda ended up in the same place

DE: Coworkers?

MM: Yeah basically

DE: My experience may seem a little old and not suit your personal flair, but I will offer my advice

JL: THEY HAVE MOST DEFINITELY HAD SEX. THEY HAVE DEFINITELY DONE THE DIRTY. MACKENZIE AND MY LOVELY COWORKER HAVE IN FACT HAD A ROLL IN THE HAY.

MM: Are you done?

JL: not yet

JL: macken-ZAY has gotten biz-ZAY

JL: They have shagged, baby

JL: ok im done

DE: I see

MM: I want merely two things in the world

JL: is one of those a piece of that ass

MM: I just want to take my girlfriend out on a nice date

JL: im a prophet

MM: And a device where I can punch JD in the face whenever I want

MM: not too hard

MM: not hard enough to cause damage

MM: but hard enough to make them stop

MM: Is that too much to ask

JL: yknow not wanting to damage me is probably the sweetest thing u ever said to me

JL: also mac you can break my “john lennon sunglasses” i have 50 backup pairs.

MM: Just please tell me how to ask out a girl

DE: When you say date, do you mean “let’s go out to lunch on Friday,” or “Come follow me, I have a surprise for you.”

MM: The surprise one

DE: Is the surprise time bound or can the surprise come at any time?

MM: Its time bound

DE: How much planning went into this?

MM: A lot

DE: Please be specific

MM: I rented out the drive in theater for an exclusive showing

DE: That’s extensive.

DE: Are you certain she doesn’t have any commitments?

MM: …

MM: no

JL: doc were in havenfall the only other possible commitments u can have is harvesting corn or very specifics times for rituals

JL: those r the only 2

DE: Still, for future reference, it is polite to make certain there are no other commitments.

MM: OK

DE: So, the basic message is, come with me to the movies.

MM: Id like it to be a surprise but yeah

DE: mhm

JL: ok so for a surprise you gotta give enough to peak their interest

Razi420: pique

JL: idea lee u keep them guessing until u finally get to the location of the surprise

Razi420: ideally

JL: if u wanna go the extra mile leave a red earring  so they think ur gonna go someplace else

Razi420: red herring

JL: plant a piece of evy dance that suggests a bar crawl instead of a camping trip or whatever but be careful

Razi420: evidence

JL: u dont want to accidentally pull a bateman switch

Razi420: bait and switch

JL: no im pretty sure its bateman switch

Razi420: bait and switch

JL: its like when ur watching an episode of arrested development and then u realize that the entire time jason bateman was just a cgi clone and not the real jason bateman and then ur just like aaaaaaahhh man i wanted to see jason bateman and now i get this

JL: thats a bateman switch

Razi420: That doesn’t happen.

DE: That seems rather con fluted.

Razi420: convoluted

JL: so if ur seeing a drivein movie ur bringing blankets and other stuff right

MM: yeah blankets pillows and popcorn

JL: so thats pretty obvious

DE: It’s been so strange to see popcorn grow as a foodstuff.

JL: doc please dont weve wasted enough time as it is

Razi420: I’ve seen it too, it’s very strange how we’ve all decided it is only for movies and baseball.

JL: dont start this old man

Razi420: I remember when growing popcorn was the livelihood of some people.

JL: razi i will go over to the jukebox and play neil young right now if u dont stop

MM: JD youre wasting time yourself now

JL: right right

JL: so u arent going to be able to trick her into thinking u 2 are going somewhere else but

JL: but

MM: JD Ive never asked anyone out before Im not ready for advanced tactics here

JL: ok fine but never say where ur going

JL: keep it a mystery

JL: the idea is shes concerned with the mystery and when she solves it shes all like booyah and it makes the date better. so u gotta make sure shes gonna solve that mystery

JL: whats new scooby doo and all that

MM: and if she guesses the mystery

JL: just be noncommittal if she guesses right

JL: give a flat no to any incorrect answer and then give a maybe or an i dont know if she guesses right

JL: the maybe and the i dont know are in That tone of voice

MM: yeah I know That tone of voice

Razi420: I don’t mean to jinx it but I think this is the longest JD has a gone without making a joke.

DE: Wait, Razi, you, as a djinn, believe in jinxes?

JL: u might want to text her because if u build up the anticipation the payoff will be greater.

MM: JD I shouldnt text her I dont like personal conversations not in person

Razi420: Jinxes are a legitimate concept. I have plenty of data to back it up.

MM: but Im not even sure how to even start the conversation and get it leading up to asking her out

JL: mac ill let u in on a secret

JL: being smooth is 70% luck

JL: u gotta have quick thinking and all that

JL: but sometimes the right opportunity doesnt present itself and then u just gotta have an awkward transition

DE: Razi, jinxes are just coincidental, you point out something because it’s rare or you assume an unlikely outcome will happen, and when it falls through. You just say, “Oh, I jinxed it.”

JL: so mac, be ready to just go out and say would u like to go out on a date tonight

JL: i know that its not like that in the movies but thats closer to real life

MM: I cant work with “just do it” my brain doesnt like it

JL: u just gotta lean on ur natural charms

JL: ur going to feel really nervous so just lean into it

JL: be cute nervous

JL: she will love u cute nervous, mac

Razi420: Jinxes are like reverse wishes, someone says something and then the opposite effect occurs. The same powers are at work, but the etiquette of wish making isn’t followed, so the reverse effect occurs.

MM: I guess Im just worried she’ll say no

JL: shes not going to say no

JL: like i said theres nothing to do in this town

JL: but more importantly

DE: Mac, if all else fails I will help you out in anyway I can, you have my word. 

MM: Thanks Diego

JL: but more importantly you two love each other. shes going to be glad to talk to u no matter the outcome

DE:  And, Razi, when you grant a wish it tires you out, right? It drains some of your power.

Razi420: Yes, it does drain some of my power, but what does it have to do with jinxes?

JL: mac just remember that its going to go a whole lot better than you think it is going to go

JL: brains are just like that

JL: they tell u everythings gonna suck but surprise it rules

DE: The point that I’m getting at is that for a jinx to work, someone has to spend some power, so where does it come from, does it come from the wood that you must knock upon?

Razi420: …

Razi420: JD, you’ve been quite unlike yourself.

DE: No.

MM: I appreciate it JD

DE: Razi, you’re not getting away with it that easily.

MM: If Im being honest I expected to have to work hard to get info from you

DE: Razi, you can’t just deflect like that.

JL: im surprised that we didnt start a whole tangent on arrested development or something dumb

Razi420: Jinxes are caused by the stars, OK.

MM: you mean a tangent that everyone is involved in

DE: THats ridcuuloos

DE: *That’s ridiculous

JL: yeah

JL: but seriously

JL: I’m going to use grammatically correct sentences to express how much sincerity I have.

Razi420: I’m a djinn who’s friends with a vampire, a devil, and a werewolf who happens to be the sheriff of a town. We are not good judges of ridiculous.

JL: I just want you two to have a good time. You are coming to us for advice and I know that’s hard for you. You are making yourself vulnerable. I’m really proud of you.

MM: ... 

MM: Thanks

MM: It means a lot to me

DE: Why does JD get to be the one to say they’re proud of you?

DE: Shouldn’t that be for the person with seniority here.

JL: thats where ur wrong bucko

JL: the question here is one of gayness

JL: i am more dimensions of gay than u can possibly imagine

JL: thus i am the one whomst is allowed to delegate pride

DE: Also Razi, if it is stars, how does knocking on wood do shit.

JL: oh dam

MM: Now we know what gets Diego worked up enough to swear

Razi420: Photosynthesis uses light from stars, photosynthesis makes wood. Wood is directly related to starlight.

MM: But anyway thanks for the advice

DE: And here is the part where JD asks for a favor.

DE: Any minute now

DE: Also Razi, that is so patently ridiculous that I’m not going to debate about it anymore.

JL: Mac, you don’t owe me anything, just you two have a good time. If you two are happy, then I’m happy. That’s all..

JL: Also, if you claim I was helpful in anyway, shape, or form, I will deny it immediately.

MM: I expect nothing less

JL: i got a wild child image to keep up cant have this sincerity bullshit

JL: cool people dont have feelings right

JL: we just have leather jackets cool shades and smirks plastered on our faces

Razi420: Diego, if you refuse to debate about it, that means I win.

DE: iifwood is sending these tsingnals that means the signals would have to ravel fsaster than light to reach the starts and back with enough time to actually effet change

Razi420: Oooo, someone’s misspelling words, that means they’re angry.

JL: since everyone is here i think this is a good opportunity to do something ive always wanted to do

DE: The nearest star is over 4 light years away, how does it affect change on Earth.

JL: they use waves made of bofa rather than light

MM: JD

DE: You can’t get me, JD.

DE: I know this.

Razi420: what is bofa?

Several people are typing…

[homo-noodles]

.:Dream Daddy:. Robert x Dadsona - "Blood in the Alleyway"

Spoilers for Dream Daddy, specifically for the Robert route/endings. Dream Daddy is an amazing game with beautiful art, clever dialogue, and lovable characters. I really recommend you check it out if you haven’t yet. This fanfic will have your personal dadsona with Robert; I tried my hardest to type this fic so it could work for any and all dadsonas, although there may be some exceptions. This fanfic is assuming you got an S rank on all dates with Robert, and you ended up with the good ending for him. (This means that you got 100% stuff correct when dating him). I tried my best to do the game justice, so I hope you enjoy. Thank you. (Be warned! This is a One-shot, meaning it only has one part and it’s finished ALSO! This is an angst fic! Meaning that it'll be sad/bittersweet. ((Don't worry, I don't normally like writing stories with depressing endings ^u^)) Since I can’t possibly know what name you gave him, your dadsona will be referred to as “(d/n)”, which stands for “dad’s name”.

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"What's that one supposed to be?" Robert asked with a soft tone as he glanced over to the wooden carving in my hands, being partially occupied with his own carving.

Ever since we got together as an official couple, Robert and I have been going out onto the hill that overlooked the city every week. We'd sit there usually in silence, admiring the view. Most times, we'd carve little wooden sculptures, and Robert would always humor me by asking what my little creation was even supposed to be. It was pretty routine by now.

 I've gotten a little better at carving, but I'm no where near as good as Robert. He can get all the little details, and I'm always able to tell what it is. So far, all of my carvings have just been rough pieces of wood in the shape of things such as office supplies or simply designed animals.

I looked at the small piece of wood sitting in my palm "Umm..." I hummed in thought, trying to think of something clever or funny to say; maybe I could say something cleverly funny! The little piece of wood didn't really look like much; it was kind of like a cube, but with uneven sides and rough edges. When I finally figured out what it was, I smiled widely. Robert immediately noticed how I was beaming, so he stopped carving for a moment to give me all of his attention. He had a faint smile on his face, clearly interested in what my little creation was.

I proudly held up the non-proportional cube "It's the ultimate pun carving! It gives me perfect material for puns!".

Robert raised a brow and slightly tilted his head. He smiled a little more, wondering where I was going with this "Okay...how does it work?".

"I wood tell you, but you might ask me to cut it out. I just don't think I'd be able to leaf you alone! This little carving might be a little too in-tree-ging for you to handle!" I replied, resisting the urge to burst into a fit of giggles. Robert laughed softly and rolled his eyes "Ah, c'mon. You better stop; I'm already getting pretty board".

I giggled playfully and kept going, wanting to see how many more wood-related puns I could throw out "Aw, ....I knew you wouldn't like my poetree! I'm just trying to branch out my comedic skills!"

Robert laughed some more "Alright, alright" he reached his hand over and took a hold of mine, the one that was holding the little wood carving "Maybe we should call it a night. How about we head to the bar to celebrate your victor-tree of clever dad puns". I kept my wide smile and leaned close, giving a little kiss to Robert's lips "Sounds like a Tree-t~".

After we left the hill, Robert drove us to Kim and Jim's, where I suspected to see Mary. It was pretty late, so when we got there and didn't see her, we weren't too surprised. As we drank together in silence, I simply just stayed in my thoughts, enjoying the quiet sound of the bar at night "Hey, Robert" I broke the silence with a soft voice. The tan-skinned bad dad glanced over to me, taking a gentle sip of his whiskey.

"I know it's really late, but could we hang out some more after this? The park is really beautiful at night. We could sneak in and have the view all to ourselves".

Robert chuckled quietly "That sounds really nice..." he shrugged "It's been a while since we've broken the law". I laughed softly at that comment "Oh god, what have you turned me into?". Robert smirked playfully "a bad dad~ welcome to the club" he finished his drink and stood up. I rolled my eyes in amusement and did the same, the both of us leaving to trespass into the park. _______________

As we walked to the park, we talked and continued to laugh with each other, occasionally throwing dad-puns around to see who could get the cheesiest. We took the long way, since we wanted to talk for a while and save the silence for the park. In doing so, we had to walk through that alleyway behind the movie theater. Suddenly, Robert stopped in is tracks. I turned around to look at him, giving a confused stare "Robert? Something wrong?". He shook his head "No, I just remembered. There's this movie that just came out that I've been dying to see; I completely forgot about it".

I smiled and walked up to him "We'd have to break in again, wouldn't we?". Robert crossed his arms and shrugged, meaning 'yes'. I chuckled "Alright. But after the park, we should really stop trespassing into places. One of these days, we're going to get arrested". Robert snickered with amusement "Okay, dad~" he teased. I playfully nudged Robert "Hey, it's you're fault I'm like this! C'mon, let's go before the movie's over". Robert nodded and we sneaked into the theater. Fortunately, not too many people were there, giving us free range to pick whatever seats we wanted.

I watched the movie in silence, simply enjoying my time while Robert quietly commentated over it under his breath, complaining about a few things while also respecting some things. When I first met him, I never thought Robert could be anything else but a rugged, emotionless, brute. Now I know he's a soft-hearted sweetie with tough skin.

The movie wasn't all that bad, but to be honest, I was actually getting kind of tired. It was really late, and I wasn't too used to being out at a time like this. So I eventually dozed off into a light nap, gently resting my head against Robert's shoulder.

About an hour later, the movie credits were over, leaving only me and Robert in the room. No one besides us would stay till the very end. Robert lightly nudged me to wake me up. I opened my eyes, tiredly rubbing them "Hey, if you're too tired, we can skip the park and do it another day" Robert stated quietly. I looked up at him and thought about it for a moment "No...I'm okay. Tonight's the perfect opportunity! Let's get out of here before anyone realizes we're not supposed to be here". Robert nodded and got up, gently taking my hand and helping me to my feet.

We left the theater and continued to head back to the park "So what did you think about the movie?" I asked softly as I walked alongside Robert. He shrugged "It was fine, I think it could've been a little-" suddenly, he paused and looked around, looking alert. Confusion and curiosity washed over me "What's wrong this time?" I asked with a little amusement to my voice, thinking he was just pulling some sort of joke, like usual. "Uh, ...it's...nothing. I just thought I heard something" Robert replied, still having a look of suspicion in his eyes.

"Maybe a cryptid followed us through here" I joked with a smile, trying to reassure Robert, who was still tense. He nodded in response, gently taking my hand and pulling me to go faster.

Just as we were about to get out of there, a sudden voice interrupted our movement "HEY!". I jolted, tightly grabbing onto Robert's arm. I turned to look behind us, seeing two strangers in hoodies standing there, blocking our way out of the alley. The man who spoke was in front of us; I've never seen him before, and it didn't look like Robert knew who he was either. "I've been looking for you two for months....now I finally have you cornered".

"Listen, buddy. You've got the wrong people. I've never seen you before in my life" Robert said strongly, glancing to me "..Do you know this guy...?" he asked, a look of worry in his eyes. I shook my head anxiously "N-No...".

The man gave an irritated laugh "Right...of course you don't know who I am. You RAN AWAY when you shattered my window!" he snarled angrily.

Oh shit... that's the guy who's car window we destroyed! Ahg...I knew I shouldn't have thrown that rock...

"H-Hey, we're sorry..." Before I could finish my pathetic apology, the man scoffed "SHUT IT! You're not sorry! You weren't the one who had to pay for repairs!". The guy walked closer, reaching his hand into his pocket. Robert stepped backwards, keeping me behind him. "You two are dead!" The stranger shouted furiously, suddenly pulling out a knife.

I gasped in fear, and Robert immediately growled, wanting to do everything he could to protect me "If you even THINK about hurting my friend, I will fucking END YOU!". The insane man stepped closer, and Robert instantly stepped away from me to punch him, but before he could swing, I was shoved to the ground by the two other guys behind us. "(d/n)!" The two strangers then grabbed Robert, holding his arms in place. He pulled as hard as he could, struggling to free himself "LET GO OF ME!" he shouted.

The knife wielder walked past Robert and stepped up to me, grabbing me by the shirt collar and pulling me up to my feet. Tears coated my eyes as I grabbed the man's arm "P-Please, ....we're so sorry about your car. D-Don't hurt me.." I felt so scared and weak...I couldn't do anything to stop what was happening. "Oh, don't worry.... you'll pay for what you did" In the blink of an eye, he plunged his knife into my stomach and pushed me against a brick wall. I screamed in terrible pain as I winced and kicked my legs, having my tears helplessly fall down my face.

"NO! (D/N)!!!" Robert shouted at the top of his lungs, struggling even harder "LEAVE HIM ALONE! STOP!!". The two thugs kept a tight hold to Robert's arms, knowing that they'd be dead if they let go.

I cried out Robert's name, feeling bad when I heard him respond with more shouts of desperation and stress. "P-PLEASE...S-STOP..." I was practically bawling by now, feeling blood drip down my body as the man pulled the knife out and stabbed me again. After that, he pulled the blade out and harshly forced me to the cold ground, leaving me bleeding and crying. Finally, Robert shoved the two jerks off of him, but before he could attack, the man who stabbed me punched Robert to the alleyway floor, kicking him in the stomach afterwards.

Robert groaned in pain as he clutched his stomach, feeling tears fall from his eyes and blood drip from his mouth. "The next time you pass through here, remember this night" The man said with a lack of breath as he pressed a foot to Robert's head, keeping him on the ground.

The three attackers then ran off, leaving us to rot in the cold alleyway.

Robert trembled as he lifted himself up and dragged himself towards me "(d/n)...." he panted quietly as he shook in pain "..(d/n)...o-oh god..." he cried, gingerly lifting me up into his arms. "R-Robert..." I coughed, whimpering in pain when my body jolted "..I-it hurts...". Robert hugged me tightly "Sh-Shh...I-it'll be okay...y-you're going to be just fine...I-I'm-....I-I'll call Mary...w-we can-".

"Robert...". He stopped talking when I mumbled his name "P-Promise me something...please..". Robert sniffled "O-Of course...a-anything..".

I looked up into his brown, tear-filled eyes and shakily raised my hand to stroke the side of my face "If I don't make it....p-promise me you'll be there for Amanda. Sh-She's old enough t-to take care of herself...b-but....this would destroy her...I-I want her to be happy...". Robert sniffled "(d/n), please...d-don't talk like that. You're going to make it....". I buried my face into his chest, holding my stomach to stop the bleeding as much as I possibly could "Robert...please...".

Robert looked at me, sadness in his broken eyes "I-I promise...". With the little strength I had left, I leaned closer and gently pressed a loving kiss to Robert's lips, feeling him kiss me back. Once the sweet kiss was over, I coughed harshly, wincing in agony "p-promise me one more thing..." I could feel my eyelids droop as my body slowly started to fall unconscious. No...I can't pass out yet. Robert needs to hear this.

"If I don't make it....p-please.....please don't let this ruin your life. I love you...I-I don't want you to be m-miserable".

Robert started sobbing again. He held me tightly and shakily stood up, stumbling a little. Without responding to me, he quickly left the alleyway, running over to his car. As fast as he could, he laid me down in the backseat, hastily pulled his phone out, and called Mary. Thankfully, she answered almost immediately "Mary. I need you to come down to the alleyway by the theater. This is an emergency...I-I'm dead serious. (d/n) and I were attacked in the alley...I-I need your help. Please hurry". I stared up at the ceiling of the truck, feeling my vision start to blur "Robert....Amanda.....I love you so much..." I thought to myself as I slowly fell into unconsciousness.

Mary was confused at first, but she quickly replied, telling Robert that she'd be over as soon as possible. She's known Robert for a while, so she's able to know when he's telling the truth or just joking.

When Mary hung up, Robert carelessly threw his phone in the car and very cautiously removed my shirt, seeing the two bloodied wounds in my stomach. He sighed frantically as he ripped up my shirt and tied it around me, knowing he had to stop the bleeding. He told himself in his head that he'd buy me the same shirt once this was all over. He then wrapped his arms around me, gingerly holding me as he sat in the backseat of his car, quietly weeping "(d/n)...p-please stay with me....I-I can't lose you..." he cried softly as he lightly rested his forehead against mine, keeping me close in his arms.

A few minutes later, Mary drove up to Robert's parked truck, running out and up to the its backdoor "Robert! ...O-Oh my god..". He looked at her with tears in his eyes "Drive us to the emergency room....please. I need to keep (d/n) from bleeding out". Mary looked at her friend with a distressed expression. She quickly nodded and hurried to the driver's seat of Robert's car. As she started to drive away, Robert shut the open backdoor and hugged me close, continuing to cry softly. Mary tightened her grip on the steering wheel, hating it when he cried; she drove as fast as she was legally able to, knowing that there was no time at all to waste.

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"C'mon, Robert. We should get you cleaned up; you're bleeding pretty badly" Mary spoke softly, resting her hand on his shoulder. They were standing in the hallway to the emergency room, being left there after the medical staff rushed me away. "A-Alright..." He muttered under his breath, wiping the small amount of blood that dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll take you home. That black eye looks pretty bad" Mary kept her hand rested on Robert's back as they left the building and headed back to the truck. Robert stayed sucked into his thoughts, not saying anything during the car-ride.  

When they got back to Robert's place, Mary sat him down on his bed, immediately grabbing some supplies to treat his injuries, which were simply a bleeding mouth and a bruised eye. As she carefully dabbed Robert's eye with a wet cloth, Mary spoke softly to him to comfort him "Hey, ...I'm sure (d/n) will be okay. The nerd's pretty tough, ...and...I think you saved his life". Robert covered his face "N-No...I could've done so much more. I wasn't able to prevent this...I-it's all my fault...".

Mary sighed softly "Robert, you did everything you could. It's a good thing you called me. I think we got him to the hospital just in the nick of time. He's going to be okay". Robert nodded, just wanting silence. Mary took note of this and kept quiet, finishing up on his eye.

The next day, word got out about what happened to me. Everyone in the cul-de-sac was shocked. For the next two days, Robert kept himself shut in his home, just staying in bed and cuddling with his pet Boston terrier, Betsy, for most of the time. Mary visited each day, wanting to make sure that he was doing okay.

The second day of visiting, Mary had some news "Hey, Robert. You feeling okay?" she asked as she walked up to his bed. Robert huffed "I feel great..." he replied sarcastically, laying in bed with no blanket to cover him, and only wearing a sleeve-less shirt with junky sweatpants. Mary sighed quietly and sat on the bed "I got a call from the hospital, and they gave me some good news".

Robert looked at her with wide, puffy eyes. He quickly sat upwards, listening intently. "(d/n) was taken into surgery a few hours ago. A part of the blade was left in his stomach. Thankfully, he survived the surgery" Mary explained with a quiet tone, staying calm "He's stable right now, but he still can't be visited. The doctor said he needs to rest". Robert took a deep sigh of relief "Thank god...when can we visit him?".

"Not sure. The doctor said we'd get a call when we're able to" Mary replied, her hand gently rested on Robert's knee. Robert rubbed his eyes "Th-Thanks for helping me out, Mary. I couldn't ask for a better friend". Mary smiled lightly "No need to thank me. I'm always more than happy to help you out".

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"Ahg...." I groaned quietly in pain at the soreness in my stomach as I slowly opened my eyes, seeing a white ceiling. I looked around, realizing I was in a hospital. I shifted in the bed, feeling the medical equipment that was hooked up to me "R-Robert..." I muttered weakly, just wanting to see him again.

A few moments later, I could hear the door quietly creak open. I turned my head, hoping to see Robert. It wasn't him, but I still smiled when I saw who it was "C-Craig".

Craig quietly closed the door behind himself, perking up when he heard my voice "(d/n)!" he said excitedly, a wide smile on his face. He quickly quieted himself, knowing that he was a little loud "Dude, I'm so glad you're okay. They said you might not be awake!" he walked over and sat in a chair next to my hospital bed, leaning over to gently hug me. I instantly returned the hug, being overly relieved to see my best friend again. "You feelin' okay?" He asked after pulling away from the careful hug. I nodded "Y-Yeah...I feel fine. How long have I been out?".

"Just about 3 days. You went under surgery yesterday" Craig explained "You had bits of knife left in you after the attack!". My eyes widened "W-Woah..." I gasped "W-Wait, is Robert okay?". Craig gave an unsure expression as he rubbed the back of his neck "Uh...I'm not really sure. He hasn't left his house ever since he took you to the emergency room. All I know is that Joseph's wife has been visiting him". I sighed quietly and nodded, trusting Mary to take good care of him "alright...I'm sure he's fine then. Um...does anyone else know about this...?".

Craig nodded "The whole cul-de-sac knows. We were all so worried for you!". 

"W-What about Amanda?".

"Oh! She's actually visiting today. She found out what happened yesterday" Craig responded in a gentle voice "I called her the day after I found out. ...I...didn't want to tell her right away. I would've...but... I was, ...heh....really scared for you. I panicked". I gave him a reassuring smile "It's alright, Craig. I understand. You did the right thing, dude". Craig chuckled softly "Thanks, bro. I'm glad to see you're okay".

For the next half hour, Craig and I simply chatted, talking about things such as our daughters, and when we should hang out again. It's been a while since I've talked to Craig like this; we don't ever really have serious moments with each other; I was glad to have shared that moment with him.

Suddenly, the door opened once again, revealing my daughter. "DAD!" She exclaimed excitedly, tears in her eyes. "Amanda!" I said back, being overjoyed to see her. She closed the door and ran up to the bed, quickly leaning over and giving me a big hug. I felt tears start to form as I returned the hug "oh panda...I missed you so much". She sniffled "I-I missed you too, dad....a-are you okay?" she pulled away to look at me, her eyes wide and full of hope.

I wiped my tears away and nodded "Yeah. A little sore...but I'm fine. You okay?". Amanda smiled "Y-Yeah, ...but you definitely scared me" she giggled softly "I finally leave home and you go and get yourself stabbed! What am I supposed to do with you?" she joked, trying to lighten the mood. I laughed softly, and Craig smiled "Ahh, I don't know. I can't adult without you!" I joked back, feeling happiness flutter in my chest.

Amanda hugged me again "I'm so glad you're okay, dad...". I kept her close as I gently stroked her hair, enjoying the comforting embrace with my daughter "I am too".

After the emotional greetings, the three of us talked and enjoyed our time together. After a little while, I was able to sit up, and I even felt less sore. I felt so lucky to be alive... I felt even luckier that I had my loved ones with me. Eventually, Craig and Amanda had to leave. We all said goodbye to each other, and after they left, I laid back into the hospital bed and dozed off to sleep, knowing I had to get some more rest.

I slept for about two hours, waking back up in the late afternoon. I was just about to turn on the room's TV with the remote that was next to me, but I was interrupted by the door slowly opening. The person stepped into the room and closed the door behind themselves. My eyes widened when I saw that it was Robert.

He looked really nice. He was showered and had his hair combed, and he wore a nice, red t-shirt with jeans. We stared at each other in silence. I didn't know what to say....why didn't I know what to say??

Tears suddenly clouded my vision, and I could see the same thing happening to Robert. He then rushed over to the bed and cautiously wrapped his arms around me "(d/n)...." he whispered gently. "Robert" I whispered back, holding him close. "I'm so glad you're okay...I-I thought I lost you..." Robert pulled away slightly to look at me, his arms still comfortably around me. He sniffled and pressed a loving kiss to my forehead "Are you alright?". I nodded lightly "Mhm. Now that you're here, I'm perfect" I gently held his face in my hands "are you okay?".

Robert sniffled as I wiped the tears from his eyes with my thumbs "Yeah. Now that I know you're going to be okay, I couldn't be happier" he replied with a little smile "I love you so much, (d/n). I promise I wont let anything like this happen to you ever again". I returned the smile and gave him a gentle kiss to the lips "I love you too, Robert...and thank you. I'm alive because of you".

Robert let tears stream down his face as we hugged again, neither of us ever wanting to let go of each other. "I'm so sorry this happened...it's all my fault...". Pain stabbed through my heart once Robert said this "Robert, this is not your fault. You did everything you could to help, and calling Mary saved me!". He pulled away and wiped his eyes "N-No...it is my fault. I was the one who told you to throw that rock. If I wasn't so fucking stupid, this could've been prevented".

I frowned "Listen to me, Robert. That was months ago! And how could you have known that the guy would try to kill us? I know you love me, and I know that you would never hurt me, or want me to be hurt. Please don't blame yourself...don't feel guilty. Just be happy that we're both okay" I told him sternly, getting a small sense of Deja vu. This wasn't the only time I had to strongly reassure him by telling him what he needed to hear.

Robert looked away and sighed, stressfully rubbing his forehead "Y-You're right..." he smiled a little "Heh, ...you're always right" he said gently as he looked up at me. I leaned over and pulled him close "I'm just telling you the truth" I spoke softly "I love you, Robert". Robert hugged me again and pulled himself up onto the hospital bed, snuggling close to me "I love you too, (d/n)".

We ended up just cuddling together on the medical bed, quietly talking to one another and watching TV later on. Since I was feeling a lot better, the hospital allowed Robert to stay for the night.

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The next day, I was finally able to leave the hospital.

When I got home, I spent time with Amanda and Robert, simply taking it easy by watching TV, working on word jumbles, and even teaching Amanda how to carve wood. Hours after getting home, we heard a knock on the front door. It was Joseph! And he was inviting us to another cul-de-sac get-together at his place to celebrate me not-dying.

In the morning, Robert, Amanda, and I all went to Joseph's place, seeing that all the dads and their kids were there. Everyone was so nice; they all asked how I was doing, and I would always reassure them that I was doing okay. After a day of socializing, sharing dad jokes, eating grilled food, and having fun with my friends, we all left to go back to our own homes.

After such a crazy day, I was pretty tired. Late into the night, Robert and I were cuddling in my bed, when all of a sudden, I felt someone lightly shaking me to wake me up. I opened my eyes tiredly and looked to see Robert was the one trying to wake me up "Mhn...Robert? ...What time is it?" I muttered as I rubbed my eyes with a yawn. "A little after 11. I thought we could head to the park together...if you're up for it" He replied in a gentle voice, carefully stroking the hair out of my eyes. I smiled and sat up "I'd love to".

We snuck out of the house and walked to the park; I noticed that Robert looked a lot more cautious than usual. I didn't mention it, since nothing I could say would deter him from being overprotective. To be honest, I didn't mind it. As long as he didn't hurt himself with it, it wouldn't be a problem.

When arriving at the park, we crept our way through, the both of us staying on the look out for anyone who could possibly spot us. I grinned when I saw a bench that overlooked a big part of the park. I excitedly took a hold of Robert's hand and pulled him over to the bench. He chuckled and gladly sat down with me, immediately putting his arm over my shoulder once we sat down.

I leaned against Robert, looking up into the stars that were above us. I glanced over to Robert, seeing the gentle sparkle in his eyes. I grinned widely, getting a dad-stardly idea. "I galax-see you're enjoying this.." I muttered with a quiet and happy sigh.

Robert laughed softly "Oh boy, there's no stopping you once you star-t" he joked back, a big smile on his face.

We spent the night exchanging cheesy, space-related dad jokes and gazing at the stars, laughing and chatting together. When we eventually got back home, we found out that the 3 guys who attacked us had been apprehended and arrested. After that, Robert and I were easily able to rest peacefully when we got back to bed.

[an-island-of-bunnies]

Mistletoe Prompt: Octo!Dario Au

Happy fanfic Sunday! <3 I remember having a plan that I was going to do a mistletoe prompt for all the universes for Christmas. There goes that idea, LOL. So it’s late, but I still wanted to write the octo!Dario one. Hope you like! 

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“This is soooo boring,” one of the octoling soldiers moaned. She and the other members of their squad were lazily sitting on the steel floor of their base. Behind them was the Zapfish, and in front, their weapons scattered across the floor. “No one is going to attack us during the squids’ dumb holiday, why did we even need to be here?” she complained, placing her knuckles on her cheeks. “Our leader didn’t have to show up.”

“I know, I stayed up all night binge watching my favorite shows in case we lose the Zapfish,” complained the other before letting out a yawn. “I was really hoping to sleep in today.”

“Why wouldn’t they attack us today?” asked the third octoling.

“You a rookie, #4?” the second asked. #4 nodded. “Today is Squidmas, and like, that’s the day all the squids stay home and do dumb things like wear ugly sweaters and wait for some stranger to break into their house.”

“...Why would they do that?”

“They’re not so bright, rookie.” The first octoling perked up from her position.

“Hey, where’s #3?” she called out.

“#3 said she was-”

“No, I’m here, I’m here!” They turned to see the last of the squad run their way. She had her hands behind her back, hidden from their view “Sorry, I went on a short scouting mission!” she explained. The octolings stared back at her.

“For what?” #1 asked.

“For these!” She pulled her hands from behind her and between her fingers was a plantlike object. “Y’know what this is?”

“A dumb plant?” #2 responded.The soldier grinned at her.

“Not just any plant! This here is a mistletoe!” She held it proudly above her head. “So apparently, the squids hang these in places and use these to kiss each other.” The soldiers made a disgusted face.

“Gross, they just kiss anybody?”

“Right? As long as two people are under it, they gotta kiss.” #3 laughed as the others made disgruntled noises.

“Why did you even look for a thing like that?” The octoling didn’t respond. Her smile only became a mischievous grin. She slowly stepped closer to the other girls, who all tensed up at the movement.

“Geez, I don’t know~ Maybe I wanna KISS YA!” The other octo soldiers cried out as they rose their feet, running from the third octo as she chased after them. “Come here, I just wanna celebrate ~Squidmas~!”

“Soldier! Quit goofing off!” #4 shouted, stopping in her tracks, “if we get seen by the enemy- ack!” #4 yelped as she was tackled by #3, who then planted a kiss on her cheek.

“No one’s coming, number three, relax!” #3 pushed the mistletoe into the octo’s hand. “Now come on, your turn!” she cried as she ran from her.

“I can’t believe I’m spending what should have been my day off like this,” groaned #2.

#1 laughed, “I don’t know, it sure beats just sitting around. Besides,” she pointed to the other octolings. “I don’t mind a smooch from those cuties.”

----

“... What are they doing,” said the boy octoling, watching the soldiers chase each other around from the floor above them.

“Aw, it looks like they’re having Squidmas fun,” Agent 3 replied, smiling in fondness at the sight.

“Squidmas?”  

“Yeah, Squidmas! You’ve never heard of it?” The octoling merely stared at him. Agent 3 sighed dreamily.

“It’s just a nice holiday about giving. You exchange presents, hang colorful lights, and sing Squidmas songs. A lot of people get the days off work so they can spend time with their family and friends.” Agent 3 gestured to the octoling holding the mistletoe. “See what they’re holding? That’s a mistletoe. If you get caught under it with someone else, you both have to kiss.” The octo soldier tilted his head, bewildered.

“Kiss?”

“Yeah!”

“What’s that?”

“...” The inkling blinked, taken by surprise. “What?”

“A kiss. What is it?” He stared at the other, trying to tell if the octo was being serious because there is no way he couldn’t- oh, he’s not joking.

“You… don’t know?” Agent 3 felt his cheeks heat up, a faint blue coloring them. “U-um, well, it’s when you press your lips to something…. Or someone.” He sunk his head into his turtleneck, flustered.

“Why?” Oh geez.

“It’s just to show… that you… like someone…. Like… like like.” The octoling stared at him before shrugging and looking back to the others.

“So are you going to snipe them off or am I going to have to go down there?” Agent 3 blinked at the sudden change in topic. When the soldier didn’t get a reply from him, he pulled out one of his burst bombs. “Alright, I guess-”

“W-wait!” He grabbed the octo’s wrist. “I was thinking… do we really have to do it today?” The octoling scoffed.

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“W-well... it’s Squidmas! You know?” 

“...I don’t think you understand the opportunity we have in front of us.” Agent 3 pulled back with a withdrawn sigh, fiddling with his jacket. “Who cares about Squidmas? If it was a big deal, you wouldn’t even be here.” The blue squid froze. Then he nodded sullenly, his tentacles drooping. 

“Yeah… you’re right,” he said quietly. The octoling rose a brow. Now that he noticed, Agent 3 wasn’t like his usual goofy self. He hadn’t been this whole day.

“Why are you acting weird? It’s like you-” The octo paused for a second, and Agent 3 avoided his eyes, sure that he figured it out. “Did you… want to spend it with me?” The squid gave an embarrassed look, before shaking his head.

“W-what? No! You’re an octoling, you don’t eve- and we’re barely even friends! H-How could I think you and I would ever-”

“So why would you want to spend it with me?” the other continued, unaffected. Agent 3 stammering, and looked to the floor. Should he tell him? He wasn’t sure. He barely really knew the octo, even with all the time they spent together, and yet…

“I… don’t really have anyone else to spend it with,” he said, reaching to rub the back of his neck. He still wasn’t looking at the octo, didn’t check for his reaction, but he was sure the other was going to scoff at him.

“... You don’t?” It was a little surprising of how quiet the octoling said those words, as if he was being careful. Except Agent 3 knows he wouldn’t care about hurting his feelings. So he risked glancing at him and… what was that he saw in his face? It was… still very indifferent (those fucking goggles). He couldn’t really pinpoint it, so he continued,

“No. Well, I mean… I have a friend…? Sort of?” The octo stared into him, and the agent cowered into his turtleneck again. “D-don’t look at me like that…”

“I… didn’t think you’d be like…” He stopped himself, and the squid’s tentacles pointed up.

“Be like… who? You?” The octo clicked his teeth.

“No.” But he didn’t say anything more. Agent 3 thought he shouldn’t push anymore, though, so he looked back at the octoling girls. They had all tired themselves out, sitting closely and chatting with each other. Occasionally, they’d laugh at something, and he felt uneasy, a knot building in his chest.

“... Fine,” he heard the other said, and he looked back at him.

“What?”

“We’ll leave them alone today.” Agent 3 stared at him for a while, unsure if the other was serious. But there he was, putting his burst bombs back into his utility belt. Agent 3 smiled wide.

“So then… you wanna do Squidmas with me?” The octo stretched his neck.

“Since I got nothing else to do now…” And boy, what a reaction that got from the squid. Agent 3 jumped up and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, grinning from ear to ear.

“I knew you weren’t totally heartless!” he cried, and the other groaned.

“I can still change my mind.” Agent 3 let go.

“No, no! Come on, just meet me at the shack. I gotta buy some stuff so we can do Squidmas right.” He gripped the octo’s hands and tugged him away from the girls “Let’s go!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying no to a free Zapfish day.”  Agent 3 laughed. “Just for today, alright? We’re coming back first thing tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah~”

----

“Actually I was kind of hoping we would take a longer break,” complained Agent 3 the next day, following the octoling to the end of the walkway. “I really wanted to show you the lights in Inkopolis, they’re real pretty and the-”

“I gave you Squidmas, be happy with that,” said the other. He stopped in front of the Zapfish, looking to the ink covered floor and making sure no more soldiers were going to show. “And I told you we were coming back. You’re going to make it up to me for making me miss an easy day. And for all the eggnog we drank that night.” Agent 3 grinned as he caught up with the octo.

“You liked it.”

“Almost as much as the singing.”

“You liked that too. Come on, you dig my voice, I can tell,” he teased. The octoling sighed before looking at the other, in an almost... timid way.

“You… didn’t have to get me the gift, though,” he said as he touched behind his ear, his fingers trailing over the new goggles he wore. Agent 3 grinned proudly.

“Aw, it wasn’t a big deal. I couldn’t get you the real thing but I thought you could use a pair that wasn’t dented everywhere.”

“I didn’t have many options.”

“I know. But now you do. I’m glad you liked it.” Then the other didn’t respond, merely staring up. “What’s up?” he asked, before following his gaze.

There was a mistletoe. Hanging directly above them. Agent 3 felt his cheeks warm at the sight before playing it off with a laugh. “Haha, looks like they were still having some leftover fu- !” He went silent when the octoling pressed his lips against his cheek. And kept it there for a few seconds. And for each second that passed, his heart was racing more and more. Then the other pulled back and made to grab the Zapfish, as if nothing happened. 

“Y-you…” Agent 3 stammered, his face growing incredibly warm. 

“Merry Squidmas,” said the octoling, tucking the Zapfish firmly in his arm before taking off. Agent 3 stared in the direction he left in, before touching his cheek.

“A-ah… right…,” he said quietly, before realizing. 

“W-wait, that was over yesterday! Hey!” he called, before running off to chase after him. 

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 5X19 Hammer of the Gods

dear LORD I ate too much

ok we're back on track whee

oho creepy plant

this poor guys is DEAD

oh it's an angel?

ooo a nice motel?

boy they look so wrecked haha

ah the PIE

there's something off here, right?

RIGHT?

Sam's not sleeping either oof

"night off" uh are YOU SURE aBOUT THAT

"I'm young at heart" HAHA

well that was quite the THUNK

"the elysian fields" wait

right so they're greek

basically a nice garden, it's like the afterlife

this feels like that one hotel in percy jackson

the same nick as Dean hm

heh the disappearing elephant

ah of course she's evil

~you can check out anytime you like BUT YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE~~

"please be tomato soup" *sees eyeballs*

the unison grimace was fun

ah yes the ages old "somebody behind me"

oh lovely it's gods

there's NO Way this goes poorly

"gods?" AHAH

oh yeah you're screwed

ah they don't want the apocalypse either, because they get fucked over too

THEY ARGUE OVER WHO'S APOCALYPSE IS RIGHT AHAHAHA

that was a good effort guys

you try reasoning with angels just try it

GABRIEL!!!

HE SHUTS THEM UP SO HE CAN DO THE TALKING I LOVE HIM

Baldur..OH THE GUY HE KILLED

THEY'RE SO SHOOKEN UP OH MY GOD AHAHA

AHAHAAH

Gabriel is such a little shit

him and Dean are fun

"I don't care" ha sure

OH WAIT T H A T ' S KALI?? THAT'S THE KALI FROM THE FANFICS??

KALI THE D E S T R O Y E R ?

yeah ok no she's SO hot

ah he's trying to save her

ooo LEVERAGE

boy they're so chill with him

aw Gabe gets his romance

ah she got him Damn

the GHOSTFACERS? WHAT THE F UC CK?

is this..Gabriel processing? what the fuck?

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS W H A T

WAS IT AN ACTUAL CW AD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EPISODE?

Gabriel...oh god ur so screwed

all of you are so screwed

"you're the youngest religion, what do you mean you're tearing the world apart"

NO

NO GABRIEL NO

SAM IS PANICKING TOO

yeah this is clearly supposed to be the end

ah summon into the vessel and then kill ok

hey at least he got them out

GABRIEL!! HE'S ALIVE

I am way too attached to this fucker

GABRIEL AND DEAN! SAME COPING MECHANISMS!

"they're your family" o p e

oh there's lucifer

boy he does NOT Look good

...of course he doesn't like the pagans

jesus christ Lucifer is actually iNCREDIBLY THREATENING

rights are taken not given huh

oh jesus Baldur's fucking dead

KALI! FIRE POWER!

GABRIEL

L U C Y

I love squad

you puritanical BASTARD

"I love you but BOY DO YOU SUCK"

..that'S DEAN'S LINE HOLY SHIT

the "they're flawed but a lot of them try to do better instead of covering it up" is SO COOL

"I'm loyal to people" YES GET EM GABRIEL

"don't make me do this" "no one makes us do anything"

no NO NO COME ON NOT AGAIN

NO THE WINGS

no THAT MEANS IT WORKED NO BUT HE COMES BACK?

THERE ARE FIVE MORE MINUTES LEFT?

oh

oh it's Gabriel's recorded DVD version

w h y

he hid it

"if you're watching this I'm dead" and it doesn't even feel like that cliche

THE RINGS A H

he gives them the intel

THEIR FACES

pestilence and death huh

Death's the big boss so it's pestilence next

new flu virus huh

yeah this one isn't gonna be pretty huh

e w

his license plate is sick n tired

lovely

ok

1. GABRIEL and Dean! Ok so I feel like they have similar responses to family, or something like that. Like Dean's a lot better at understanding the dealing with complicated relationships with family members, and both mask it with jokes and they both care about a lot of people but are bad at expressing it. Like ok, back to Dean's charisma. He's got like...no social skills, but he has faith in...people? the concept of family? and that wins people over. It got Gabriel to repeat the words and stand up to his family at least. (also yeah could be lazy writing but I feel like they're written to be similar on purpose?)

2. religions. Ok yeah, I feel like there's something to be said about the other religions, and about how judeo-christianity kinda tried to take everything over, and how there's a lot of stuff still there. Hell, you can make everything a Tulpa and say that they're no longer as believed in so that's why they're so weak. And they clung to the vestiges of their power, while the other guys managed to get ahold of power and Spread.

...huh that "take power" line really escalates huh.

3. I feel like siblings in there. Like that idea of "I love you but you SUCK." the sibling bickering, the "grow up." like...I don't know, that death scene was painful, and a lot of it feels(is) sibling rivalry. Like that's what pushed the angels to this, but since they refuse to accept that they can get better, they never change. I think that was Gabriel's point.

4. something about the horsemen. Like this is just a classic Chekov's gun thing, but also the way they've stylized every horseman is...like Very Supernatural, but it's interesting. Like it's very clear what they're doing and I can even see the good omens inspiration(red vehicle for War is the best example) but it's interesting to see how the vibe of the show impacts their visual style. Because they're there to be antagonists and not much else, so it's vibe we go for I think.

5. GABRIEL. I LOVE THIS CHARACTER! TRICKSTER ARCHETYPE THAT KEEPS RUNNING AWAY! HE HAS ALL THESE IDENTITIES! HE EVENTUALLY EMBRACES THE OTHERS BECAUSE THEY TRY AND CHANGE AND ADAPT! HE STANDS UP TO HIS BROTHER! TELLS HIM TO GROW UP! TELLS SAM AND DEAN INTEL AND GIVES THEM A CLEAR GOAL TO FOLLOW THE REST OF THE SEASON WHEN THEY HAD NO PURPOSE! GODDAMN I L O V E GABRIEL!

6. The way they weren't able to deal with the pagans at ALL, and how they panicked, and the cool as hell visuals with the name tags. God I want more pagan imagery, that shit was COOL, and it makes sense! all these different cultures in America, where are the pagans? and then of course they got taken over because apocalypse

also funny, this episode was funny

actually

7. you can tell this was the planned final season. Gabriel dying, the pagans being introduced to establish stakes, the just...sheer...done-ness of the characters. Everything's being wrapped up in it's own way. Also, it makes me sad we didn't get any before this. There's so much stuff there.

EDIT: OK I FIGURED OUT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY WITH THE PAGANS!

Other than like…the same reason for Dean and Sam, and then ig cas but that’s mostly daddy issues, we don’t have any non nebulous ideas as to why apocalypse bad. We see all the angels give their two cents, and all with varying degrees of belief in that cause(or just going absolutely batshit), and then here we had the pagans(and Gabriel) giving clear, tangible reasons as to why not, they had their own two cents to give, and they were their own form of compelling/washed up. Like…one of them! Maybe kali shows back up again! They were a new perspective, that clearly said no apocalypse, like Gabriel but slightly not! It would have been cool!! They had an interesting plot that ties in with the themes of abandonment, and there wasn’t enough in there! More Gabriel and the pagans would have been Epic!!

This is incoherent I'm sorry