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[loveshotzz]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

My Favorite Customer

Summary: You’ve been buying weed from your new dealer for a few months now. Always leaving it in your mailbox while you’re at work, you two never cross paths until one Friday night when you come home early.

word count: 3k

Warnings: None really besides some kissing at the end. This just a little meet cute with our favorite weed dealer. (Not meant to be a series, just a fluffy one shot) mentions of weed obviously.

A/N: I missed Eddie and this idea came to me based off my real life of buying weed from my weed man for over a year. Have yet to come face to face with him, but there’s always weed in my mailbox when I need it lol. For my twin @boomhauer and thank you @superblysubpar for helping me find my Eddie voice again.

Lifting up the lid of your mailbox, the smirk that tugs at your lips can’t be stopped when a fresh bag of weed sits inside, his usual hand written note attached making your face hot. You look both ways before snatching the eighth quickly scuffling back into your apartment like you were hiding a pound of cocaine and not just enough green to last you a few days.

It had been like this for a while with Eddie. You’d call him up by the number given to you from Robin who swore up and down that he was the best.

You remember thinking his voice was cute the first time you heard it, and you started to wonder if he thought the same after the third call. A flirty edge hidden behind his words every time he’d pick up and realize it was you.

“Ahhh my favorite customer.” He’d tease starting to get these calls multiple times a week.

It wasn’t your intention to never meet Eddie, it’s just how it always seemed to happen. That first time you talked he could hear the desperation in your voice. The stress from the move here and starting your new full time job fresh out of high school, he could tell you needed to relax. Rattling off times he could come by, none of them ever lining up to match with yours.

“You got a mailbox or somewhere I could stash it?” He finally gave in after exhausting almost every other option.

“You’d do that?” You couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the obvious excitement in your voice and he just laughed.

“If the money’s there sweetheart, why not?” The nickname made your heart skip a beat biting your lip to try and hide your smile.

You don’t even know what he looks like.

So this is how it started playing out after that, you’d call with your order and he’d make you blush every time he’d kick the flirting up to ten.

Instantly comforted by his mellow voice, you found yourself looking forward to those few minutes so much that you weren’t sure if the amount you were smoking was from stress or from just wanting to hear his voice again. Then he started adding little notes to your deliveries and now you were almost positive it was the second.

His sloppy handwriting started appearing on each bag with the word ‘favorite’ always scribbled at the top.

Cheeks heating up the first time it showed up, you couldn’t stop trying to imagine what he looked like. Too scared to ask Robin, you knew she’d just follow your intrigue with a line of questioning of her own.

Settling for the vague faceless man you’d conjured up in your clever mind. You let the memory of his voice be the thing that secretly encouraged the movements of your fingers between your thighs every night.

—

Friday morning had you waking up with a smile, your stash low enough to do the thing you’d been thinking about since you hung up the last time. Taking a deep breath you dialed his number that you now had completely memorized. It only rings three times before his voice fills your end of the receiver.

“Is this who I think it is calling me this early in the morning?” The grin in his voice is evident when he answers.

Shuffling your feet nervously, the smile on your own face was starting to make your cheeks hurt.

“Do you always answer the phone like this?” You wonder if he can hear yours too.

“Only if I know it’s you.”his tone sends a shiver up your spine, legs pressing together on their own accord.

“And how’d you know that it was me Eddie?” You draw out his name sweetly, silently squealing when you hear the hitch in his breathing from it.

“Because sweetheart, you’re the only one who calls this early for weed.” catching the way he almost whispers the last part, you hear a gruff voice in the background.

“Boy if you don’t leave soon!”

“Sorry, is that a problem? I just wanted to catch you before it was too late.” The urge to crawl in a hole is strong as you slap your palm on your forehead.

Your eagerness to talk to him becoming more than obvious, the man yelling at him in the background definitely wasn’t helping your new bashfulness.

“Pshh are you kidding me? I love it. Get to start the morning off talking to my favorite girl.” He lays his response on thicker than syrup. Your palms start to sweat noting the way he didn’t say customer for the first time.

Your embarrassment subsides for a split second before the voice from before cuts in again.

“If I get another call that you were late again, boy I swear to -“

The line shuffles on the other end and all you can hear is the sounds muffled arguing before another loud rustle, his voice returning with more irritation in it than you’d ever heard before.

“You want the usual?” He’s short when he answers and you know it’s not supposed to be directed at you, but you can’t help but squirm.

“Y- yeah if that’s okay?” You didn’t mean to give yourself away by stumbling over your words, but when you do Eddie makes a quick recovery.

“More than, listen you have a good day at work today Sweetheart. I really gotta go, but check your mailbox when you get home.” Hanging up before you get a chance to finish saying goodbye you hear Eddie yell “I”m leaving alright?!”

——

Work was exceptionally slow for a Friday night, the unexpected thunderstorm that rolled through killed any possibility of a dinner rush. Cutting you less than half way through your shift, your giddy excitement couldn’t be contained. Friday evenings had become non-existent since you started at Enzo’s. So when the opportunity to actually have one came around you couldn’t turn it down. Stopping at Family Video on your way home, Robin helped you pick out something she swore was good while you did your best to ignore the eyes her friend Steve was giving you.

Strumming your fingers against the steering wheel while you listened to Kiss a little too loud, the heavy rain turned into something less than a light drizzle as your tires splashed through puddles. Planning out your evening alone you didn't even think of what this could mean as you pulled into your parking spot hours earlier than normal.

Too caught up in trying to land the notes to I Was Made For Loving You, you didn’t see the van parked in front of your small complex. Head in the clouds with the possibilities of the night mixed with your bad habit of looking down when you walked, you didn’t see who was right in front of you. The sound of the voice you’d been daydreaming for months about cuts through your mumbled singing. Stomach dropping to the floor when you hear

“Son of a bitch.”

Freezing in place, your eyes slowly trail up towards your front door. Standing at almost six feet tall was a curly haired metal head. Mumbling profanities as he struggled against the lid of your mailbox, his jacket looked caught on something. Broad shoulders covered by a battle vest adorned with a giant Dio patch, you still couldn’t see what his face looked like as he struggled with the sleeve of the leather jacket beneath. Taking in his ripped black jeans and scuffed white Reebok’s, your heart was already threatening to beat out of your chest. If his face was cute, you knew you’d be fucked.

A few more violent tugs of his arm, he finally breaks free as your mailbox creaks dangerously close to coming unhinged off the brick wall. His zippers jingle as he shakes out his wrist, flipping up a ring clad middle finger he chuckles proudly to himself before turning around. Big brown eyes meet yours like a deer in headlights, so cute they punch the air out of our lungs.

Yeah, you were fucked.

Brows furrowed under messy bangs his eyes go from your stunned face down to the keys in your hand with your VHS tape before he takes in your frame. Catching the way they linger just long enough to still be polite. He meets your shocked stare as something clicks in his head. A dimple filled smile pushes past his plush lips, yours threatening to do just the same at the sight.

“Eddie?” Surprised you were able to get his name out of your mouth, his face seems to light up even more as his suspicions were confirmed.

“That depends.” Rocking on his heels he crosses his arms over his chest “Favorite, is that you? Cause boy, you’re even cuter than you sound.”

Blood rushing to your cheeks hearing your nickname in person like this, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth at his compliment.

“That depends.” Looking up at him from under your lashes the dimples in his cheeks deepen at your response.

Twirling one of his curls over his lip, you notice all of his rings “What if it’s your favorite weed dealer?”

Cuter than anything you could have conjured up in your mind you were silently scolding yourself for not meeting him sooner. Straightening your shoulders a little you take a few strides closer to him, watching as his eyes don’t try to hide as they take all of you in.

“I’m sure you call all the girls that, but yes it’s me Eddie.” Smiling bigger than you can help, it’s his turn to take a couple steps closer.

“Nah, that nickname is just for you sweetheart.” Standing close enough to catch hints of corner store cologne trying to cover up cigarette smoke, everything about him made your brain short circuit. Looking down at the movie in your hand his eyebrows raise in disbelief before meeting your eyes again. “Alien?”

“Robin suggested it to me for my unexpected night off.” Flipping it over in your hand to read the back, you could feel his stare on your face rather than on the tape. “Ever seen it?” glancing up at him, he doesn’t try to hide what he was actually looking at.

Nodding, he grins down at you “Buckley’s got great taste.”

Catching the double meaning in his words an electric current that could light up all of Hawkins dances between your bodies. Static vibrating from your fingertips, you couldn’t stop the sigh that slipped between your lips.

The raindrop that hits you between the eyes is jarring, you blink fast before more start a slow and steady decent splattering all around. Raising a large hand up to try and shield his curls he looks annoyed that Mother Nature was cutting his time short.

“I hate to deliver and dash sweetheart, but I don’t wanna keep you in the rain.” Doe eyes taking in your face like he was trying to commit it to memory he moves to step around you.

Panic rises and constricts around your chest as you watch his retreating form, biting the inside of your cheek you work up enough courage to do something you’ve never done. Make the first move.

“Doyouwannwatchitwithme?” Words jumbled together and almost yelled as they fell out of your mouth, your mumbled nonsense stops him dead in his tracks. Turning around, having his full attention like this was making it even harder.

“Come again princess?” The new nickname threatens to send you six feet under when you feel your knees shake. Clearing your throat you gather whatever confidence you can muster under the intensity of his stare.

“Do you want to come watch this movie with me?” Using it as a makeshift umbrella you start walking backwards towards front door “I actually just got this pretty good shit delivered you should try it.”

The smile that breaks across his face is infectious, feeling it in the way your lips stretch so much it makes your cheeks hurt.

“Oh yeah? I mean if you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, that guy’s got the best shit in town sweetheart.” The laugh he pulls from you, he swears it makes your face glow. “I’d be honored favorite, I thought you’d never ask.”

—-

Your living room lays in a blanket of haze from two joints successfully smoked, touches lingering more and more as you two passed them back and forth. Half way through the movie you were giggling through cupped fingers leaning into him as you both sank deeper into the cushions of your couch. His bad jokes and over the top commentary kept you both laughing with shoulders pressed together for support. Neither one of you making any effort to move when you both finally calm down.

Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you were mesmerized by how handsome he was this close. Your stare following the curve of his round nose to the fullness of not one but both his lips, a light sheen coating them from being freshly licked. The sharp planes of his jaw lead you to the thickness of his neck, catching the silver chain that disappears into his shirt.

Time is an illusion in your foggy brain - especially under his spell, losing yourself trying to remember every curve and scar on his face you stare long enough to to get caught. Chocolate eyes connecting with yours, the corners of his lips tug up and like looking in a mirror yours do you.

��Hey favorite”quiet enough for just you to hear, there’s a soft rasp in his voice from all the smoking.

“Hey Eddie”biting your bottom lip, his eyes watch the way your teeth scrape across the silk of it.

Leather creaking loud enough to hear over the sound of the movie and the rain outside, he drapes his arm over the back of the couch. The dip pulling you deep into the warmth of his chest.

“Is this okay?”for the first time you see a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he tries to read the expression on your face.

Nodding you slide a tentative hand up his chest feeling his muscle twitch under your palm, looking up at him you repeat his own question.

“Is this okay?”

His hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, the weed helping you melt into his touch as the pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone. Searching your eyes for any sign of protest he nudges his nose with yours. The heat of his breath fans across your parted lips as your eyes flutter closed completely overcome by him being this close.

“Sweetheart, if I’m reading this wrong please tell me now.” Your top lip brushes with his bottom when he asks the question and you think you might combust if you don’t close the gap.

Tilting your head just enough to get what you want, your lips move together like it was something they’d been doing for years. Each lazy drag setting your skin ablaze.

Swiping his tongue against your bottom lip he quietly asks you for more. Granting him access to something you’re sure you’ll never deny him, you don’t hesitate to let him deepen the kiss.

Tongues meeting each other in the middle, they battle for dominance as your fingers find their way into the thickness of his curls. Tugging slightly, you smile into the kiss when a groan erupts from deep in his chest.

With the rest of the world long forgotten, the two of you stay like this for longer than you can keep track of. Hands exploring curves and grabbing hips, it almost becomes too much when you nip his bottom lip.

Eddie’s the one who breaks away reluctantly when the need for oxygen becomes too much, and his body starts to react a little too strongly to your touch. The screen on the TV had gone blue long ago when the movie ended, leaving your dark living room in its pale bright light. The coloring of it all hitting his face just right.

Nudging his nose with yours he leans his head back against the cushions of the couch. Chocolate eyes looking at you through half closed lids, a lazy smile spreading wide across his kiss swollen lips.

“We should probably stop, and I should probably go.”jutting his bottom lip in a pout he catches the disappointment you try to hide flash behind your eyes. “Not that I want to, I just actually had other stops that I was supposed to make tonight, but it’s not like I was going to say no to you inviting me to hangout.”snorting like that was the craziest thing he could ever imagine, his face lights up when he earns a laugh from you.

“Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed if I was them.” Using his chest to try to push yourself up with your hands, he stops you from getting too far. Collecting your lips one last time, he only lets you pull away enough for your noses to stay touched.

“Besides having a few more drop offs, I’m hoping the next time I kiss you like that is after you let me take you on a date?”catching the nerves in his voice, you couldn’t actually believe he thought you’d say no.

“Bold of you to assume there’s going to be a next time.”raising a brow you do your best to remain straight faced as he narrows his eyes at you.

He brushes his lips lightly against yours again before asking “there’s not?”

Giving in almost instantly you add pressure pushing yourself closer, chuckling as he pulls away, you stop trying to fight the smile that’s threatening to spread across your own face.

“Fine, you caught my bluff.” Huffing in mock annoyance, this time he lets you push yourself up.

It still takes another thirty minutes for Eddie to work up enough willpower to get off the couch, your easy conversation and pouty soft lips making it a near impossible feat.

More stolen kisses and stumbled words fill the empty space on the walk to the front door followed by even more before he finally goes. Sweet just like the nickname he gave you, he couldn’t wait to make you his.

——

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[nottswitch]

Hi!! :)

Congrats for your 1k hon! You deserve it🫶🏻

And for the celebration post I wanted to say Mattheo and 3 <3

hey there and thanks, babe!! i appreciate it <3 thanks for sending a request as well. yours turned out really cute! i will forever hold onto the hc that matty’s allergic to flowers. your aesthetic is…

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(based on the theme of flowers, gardens, gardening, and nature)

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"…and this is our garden."

mattheo’s breath hitched when he saw the sheer expanse of the garden of your family home. it literally hitched – it was spring, and pollen was everywhere in the air, making his airways clog almost immediately. he swallowed, trying his hardest to will his allergies away, but unfortunately, it didn’t work like that.

"how… very nice, baby," he muttered after realizing that he’d been staring ahead like a dumbass for a solid minute.

to his relief, you seemed to take his state for being in awe instead of dread. however, then you gestured for him to follow you, which made him pray to everything that is holy to help him stay alive during the next… minutes? hours? it wouldn’t be that long, right? it was just a garden.

"…and this is where my mom keeps the daisies."

you glanced back at mattheo, your eyes gleaming with excitement – showing your boyfriend the pride and glory of your family estate had been a wish of yours for a while now. mattheo gave you a strained smile that reached his eyes, making it believable – but it only did so because his eyes were itching like hell. when you turned around and continued walking along the cobbled path of the garden, he discreetly rubbed his eyes, even though he knew he shouldn’t. great. now he looked high as fuck.

"babe, come here!"

mattheo’s head snapped to the side when she heard your voice coming from behind the nearest bushes. gathering the last bits of self-control, he walked around them, met by your shiny eyes. he really, really loved seeing you happy, which was why he agreed to this little tour – he just had to be the tough guy and take it. wasn’t the first time (although never quite in this type of a situation).

he started to really doubt his own ‘tough guy’ abilities when you shoved a flower right into his face, grinning widely at his dumbfounded expression that you took for simple surprise. "smell this! divine, right?"

"absolutely…" he muttered, feeling his eye twitch. he tried not to breathe but to appear like he was, which proved to be a practically impossible task. thankfully, you quickly took the flower away, your attention already focused on something else, which gave him an opportunity to blink and wipe away the tears that started streaming down his cheeks.

"…this is where the garden ends…"

a sigh of relief.

"…and the greenhouses begin!"

no. no, no, no, no, no.

"listen, babygirl… i have to tell you something, but please, promise not to laugh."

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[bloodmoonmuses]

stray cats, cold spaghetti | mark lee

genre: mark lee x reader, meet cute, friends to lovers (this is unedited, so forgive any typos! happy valentine's day!)

warnings: mentions of food!

summary: your cat introduces you to your new friend, mark. he's a bit more similar to an actual cat than you initially realized.

You didn’t understand the attachment people had to their pets until this stupid cat showed up. She was a stray, with mangled fur and callous eyes, who popped up some months ago. You had checked for any postings about missing pets, and even asked a few of your neighbors, but no one claimed the ratty thing. It’s not that you disliked animals entirely- you’re not a sociopath. You just aired more on the side of nonchalance. 

The cat could sense this, ever since the first time you two crossed paths. You remember that night so vividly. You couldn’t sleep. You laid on your couch, staring at the ceiling, hoping slumber would whisk you away sooner than later. Just as your eyes began to flutter shut, you heard whining. Visceral, pained whining. At first, you tried to ignore it, but when you heard a sound that suspiciously sounded like a young child, you figured it’d be better to survey the situation just in case. When you opened your door to a begging cat, you sighed. Damn the neighbors for feeding this thing. Now she thinks she owns the place. 

“I bet you’re hungry, huh.” The cat bore into you with bright green eyes, tilting its head as if to say, “Duh!”

So you re-entered your home, Googled “What human food can cats eat?”, and came back with canned tuna and half a carrot. The brat looked right past the carrot and inhaled the tuna, this being its first real meal of the day. In between scarfing down food, the gray cat looked at you inquisitively. “Any more where that came from?” her eyes said. She sidled up next to your leg, purring and rubbing her head against it. 

“That’s all I got,” you had confessed. 

You named her June, since that’s the month she came into your life. Now, you’re best friends. June is actually pretty chill. She likes watching movies with you and, strangely, likes going on walks. After getting her groomed, she’s kinda cute too. You hated to admit it, but you love June. You imagine this is how people felt about their kids- without the initial reluctance of course. June comes and goes as she pleases as if she’s still a stray, but always comes back by dinner time. 

When June isn’t back at her usual time one day in October, you get a bit nervous. She never does this. Before breaking out into a full out panic, you remember she’s got a collar and a tracker from the vet now. No biggie. Opening the app that’s connected to June’s tracker, you meander down the path you usually walk with her when it’s warmer out. When you’re a few blocks from your place, you see her, relief flooding your system. Then you realize there’s a man petting her.

“Junie! June!” You run up to her, taking her into your arms. You snuggle her into a tight embrace, planting a kiss on her head. You’re so caught up in your reunion with June that you forget about the stranger standing in front of you. Oh yeah. You should probably say something. His hair is somewhere in between auburn and brown, making his face look incredibly warm. You hold June a bit tighter.

“Cute cat,” the stranger says. His voice is a bit hoarse. “Thought she was a stray before I saw the collar.” Um, okay? June’s a little rough around the edges, but she’s clearly cared for. 

“Yeah, she’s mine. Do you, like, follow strays around in your free time?” you ask with a bite to your tone. 

“Do you let your pet wander around like a stray in your free time?” Fair, you think, but still rude.

“She’s a free spirit,” you contest. 

“So you let her wander.” 

“This is the first time she hasn’t come home for dinner. Our relationship is built mostly on my ability to provide her food- which works for me.” You’re not sure why you’re explaining your relationship with your cat. Who cares what this guy thinks?

June jumps out of your arms, back to the ground, and walks up to the stranger’s legs. He bends down to resume petting her. From his crouched stance, he looks into your eyes. The eye contact makes you shiver.  

“She’s sweet,” he says. “What’s her name?” 

“June. She’s a charmer- and incredibly manipulative. She probably thought she could swindle you out of some food.”

“Do I look easy to take advantage of?” He asks.

You assess him. Oversized hoodie, baggy pants, sneakers covered in scuffs... Maybe he’s a dancer. Or skateboards. You’d be into that, you think. Skater boys weren’t really your thing, but they could be- as long as it’s him. If anything, the guy just looks… cozy, all bundled up like this. There’s a tinge of red on the tip of his nose from the nippy air. He’s smirking to himself at his (flirtatious) question, making his cheek look plump. You want to pinch it. 

You want to make him as warm as his eyes make you feel. 

You realize you’ve probably been staring. Geez, what was his question? Oh yeah. “Yeah. Like a pushover,” you say. “In the best way, of course.”

“Ouch.”

“Only a real sap would fall victim to June’s powers. She can sense lackeys. No offense.” 

“I’m gonna choose to believe that means you think I’m a nice guy.”

“Nice enough.”

“I’ll take it.” The two of you stand in awkward silence for a few moments, June having finally grown bored of her new friend. The guy stands from his crouching position and sways a bit as he awaits your next move.

“Well, like I said, this little lady was late for dinner. So if it’s okay with you,” you pick up June, then continue your thought, “We’ll be heading out.” 

As you turn to walk back home, the stranger says, “I… didn’t catch your name, by the way.” 

Right. You introduced June, but not yourself. Go figure. “Oh. I’m ___.” 

“Cool. I’m Mark.” He looks like a ‘Mark’-boyish and chipper.

“Nice to meet you, Mark. Well, have a nice night.” You start to walk again, but Mark interjects yet again.

“The sun’s setting,” he blurts it out like he’s trying to rid his mouth of the words as quickly as possible. “Can I walk you home?” Then he amends, “I live nearby, so I know it gets kinda dark in this neighborhood. Not many street lights.”

You think about it. You’re not getting any serial killer vibes, plus he’s already passed the June test. (And if you're being honest, he's very cute.) “Um, sure. Thanks.”

The two of you walk in silence, save for June’s purring. When you make it to your apartment building, you stop. Your gut is twisting, mind fixating on the warmth radiating off Mark’s body. Your fingertips are whirring with electricity. You have a bad idea. 

“Would you maybe… wanna come in for dinner?” Mark turns to look at you.  “I never really learned how to cook for one person, so I always have a bunch of leftovers.” 

It’s a lie, but not entirely. You like to cook enough food for the entire week. Mark doesn't need to know this, you conclude.

Mark nods to himself. “Uh, sure. I could eat.”

As soon as you place June down in your apartment, she sprints to her food bowl. Silly girl. 

“Sorry about the mess. Wasn’t expecting company,” you say. “I hope you like spaghetti.”

“Love it,” Mark responds. (You’d later find out this was a lie.)

“Perfect.”

That’s how you and Mark became friends- similarly to how June came into your life. You fed him. In all honesty, he wasn’t that fond of your spaghetti. He just liked the way you smiled each time he took a bite. The two of you continued to get to know one another while making food. Neither of you are great cooks, so you usually team up. It’s become a love language of sorts, sending recipes back and forth to try. You look forward to eating with Mark more than anything these days.

You’re more than aware of your underlying feelings for Mark, but you’ve managed to temper them. You don’t want to scare him off, but the tension is relentless. You’re making tiramisu and your shoulders touch. You’re piping flowers on a cupcake while Mark pulls tendrils of hair away from your face. You’re whisking meringue into stiff peaks while Mark hums to June in the living room. It’s heart achingly domestic. 

Oftentimes you imagine Mark as your husband. In your daydreams the two of you are wearing matching aprons, flour dusting his nose. He kisses you, a fit of giggles attacking your system. You’re absolutely smitten and unabashedly so.

 In reality, today is Valentine’s Day. Mark suggests he comes over and makes pizza. You don’t think Mark realizes what day it is until you suggest making your pizzas heart shaped. He says he forgot to buy his friend Jaehyun a birthday gift.

“This is, like, kinda romantic.” If being covered in pizza sauce and flour is romantic, then yes. This was very romantic. You have a nice spread here-  fresh basil, mozzarella, alfredo sauce, vodka sauce, roma tomatoes… It smells so nice. Mark keeps sneaking chunks of cheese into his mouth. He looks like a little mouse. June is fast asleep on the couch. You’ve finally perfected the heart shape of your dough, and begin to spread alfredo sauce on your pizza. 

“Your parameters for romance are very strange, Mark Lee.”

“If you close your eyes, it’s like we’re in Italy.” When he says things like this, they only fuel your daydreams. You blame the flush of your face on the preheating oven.

“Venice, I hope.”

“Of course.”

Mark’s pizza looks more like an anatomical heart than the kind you’d doodle in a notebook. He scoffs when you tell him this, feigning offense.

“Should I remind you of how your cinnamon rolls came out a few weeks ago?” They were awful. At a certain point, you had given up and rolled them into balls. 

“My cinnamon rolls/balls were innovative and transcendent.” 

“I don’t even know how you messed them up,” Mark says as he puts the pizzas in the oven, “We bought pre-made dough.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When the pizzas are done baking, the two of you sit at the dinner table. It’s a different feel for the two of you, seeing as you usually eat together on the couch.  You take a bite of your pizza, savoring the taste.

“Not bad. Wanna taste?” Mark nods. Instinctively, the two of you swap plates, trying each others’ creations.

“I think you’re better at making savory foods.”

“I agree.”

You and Mark continue to eat your pizzas, taking gulps of your respective drinks in between bites. Beer for Mark, white wine for you. Jazz plays softly from your shitty phone speaker, and June’s snores fill in the gaps of silence. After a bit, Mark’s face goes red from the alcohol. You liked seeing him tipsy. He gets all wavy and fluid, unconsciously swaying side to side like a daisy in the wind. Your face feels fuzzy from the wine and you find yourself biting your tongue. 

You’ve had to be more conscious of your alcohol intake around Mark lately. It felt as if at any moment, your love for him would simply become unbearable. Recently, it’s been hard to just look at him- even while sober. Tonight, apparently, you threw caution to the wind. 

“Mark?” you say.

“Hmm….”  He’s drifting away, lethargic from the food and beer. You repeat his name again, this time getting his full attention. When his glassy eyes meet yours, the force behind them knocks the wind out of you.

“Yes?” says Mark. He takes another sip of beer. 

You can’t do this, you think, backtracking entirely. The lie escapes as a garbled mess of words: “Forgot what I was gonna say.” You take a nervous gulp of your wine.

Mark slams his fist on the table, in a drunken stupor. The sound startles you, but there’s no malice behind his motion. In fact, he’s laughing to himself. “Bullshit.”

“I really did lose my train of thought. Maybe it’ll come back to me.”

“I know you’re lying. Like you lied about that cold ass spaghetti you used to lure me in!” he says, referencing the night you met. The spaghetti wasn’t that cold…

“I really did make too much spaghetti that night! Plus, you kept June safe. It was the least I could do!” 

Mark begins to gather your plates and cups, walking over to the kitchen to place them in the sink. As he stands, he says, “I won’t force you to say it, but I know you’re lying.” 

Then he moves to run the faucet. The rushing water fills the silence like TV static, buzzing and itching in your ears. Your throat is burning. You want to talk to him openly, honestly- but something’s stopping you. Mark washes the dishes wordlessly. With his back turned to you, his words hang heavy in the air. Mark never pries but simultaneously knows you so intimately. You love being known by him. You love knowing him. 

You simply love him.

“Why’d you walk me home that night?” Your voice barely pierces the air. The question practically squeaks out of you.

“What?” Mark turns off the facet and dries his hands on a towel, turning to look at you.

“The night we met. Why’d you walk me home?”

He contemplates the question for a moment, closing his eyes to visualize the night. Then he says, “Wanted to make sure you got home safely.” 

The moment is delicate and fragile. You’re scared that if not nimble enough, if not cradled with the utmost gentleness, it will shatter. You proceed with caution.

“Mark?” At the sound of his name, Mark returns to his seat at the dining table.

“I think… I love you.” Mark chuckles. “Don’t laugh!”

“You think?” he says, now breaking out into a full-bodied laugh.

“Yeah. I think so.” 

“I love you too.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “...I think.”

“Very funny, asshole.” 

Mark reaches over the table and places a chaste kiss upon your lips. “Okay, I think I’m a little more sure now,” he says.

“Need some more reassurance?” you ask. Mark nods. 

You lean in to kiss him this time, and just before your lips touch, you hear whining. You pull back to look down, seeing June curled up beneath your chair. Her timing is always impeccable. The two of you giggle, sealing the moment with a fervent kiss. You melt into his touch, the elation coursing through your veins. When you come up for air, you meet Mark’s eyes.  

“What?” he says. “I’m a better kisser than you thought?” 

“I was just wondering… you’re still gonna wash the dishes, right?”

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞 voicemails with minho before death knocks

✰ pairings: sick!minho x gn!reader

✰ genre: angst, romance, grief

✰ warnings: major character death, mentions of alzheimer’s illness, lots of what ifs and unsaid thoughts, forever isn’t for ever.

✰ word count: 1.2k + words

MINHO | chan | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one 𖨂

hey, uhm i honestly don’t know what to say but i’ll try. so it’s five forty in the morning and i’m sending these to you. the doctors– they said i won’t be able to m-make it. . . and i want to reassure you that whatever happened wasn’t your fault. at all, my kitten. we didn’t know i had this terminal illness, and i think now is the perfect time to say those things i never said. firstly, i love you so much. more than you can imagine. and yes, even more than that tv show of mine. there’s honestly so much to say, but there’s so little time. i have only 2-3 more hours, i suppose? and i begged the doctor to not call you before i’m gone. i know this isn’t fair to you my little star, but i don’t want to see you in pain because of me, or anyone else. which is why i’m afraid of letting go of your hand. afraid that if i go, you will try to follow me blindly, do the wrong things, walk down the wrong paths and will end up losing yourself. i don’t ever want that to happen. ever. so, please don’t cry when i’m gone. i guess you can cry a bit. . . but not much. what if you end up getting a sore throat? if you do, take the medicines from the second drawer in the bathroom, okay?

two 𖨂

i’ll miss you. your goofy faces that you make, your cute little squeaks between your laughs, your beautiful eyes that always shine when you see chocolates and you. all of you. i’ll miss all of you so much. how about you? will you miss me too? will you bake your cinnamon rolls that i love so much at the funeral? or on my birthday? will you? i’m not even sure what happens after death. whether i will even remember you or not, i don’t know. but what i know is, that i’ll watch over you from up there. i’ll always watch. so don’t be afraid to step out of the house after it gets dark. and if you do, carry that pepper spray with you, okay? doesn’t it feel so surreal? me becoming a star, when i always call you my little star? i guess that’s why i’ll have to watch over you from afar. me, a big star. you, my cute little star. i’ll shine bright in the sky, i’m sure of that. so don’t you dare lose that shine on you as well, alright?

three 𖨂

it feels weird and- and scary. i’m so nervous, love. i didn’t want to die like this, never! i wanted to live a long life with you. live with our three little cats, and maybe a few mini versions of ourselves running around our house. i wanted to see you grow old. and i want to keep loving you even when you put hair brushes into the freezer and dishes in the bathroom, i want to be with you. right by your side. and even when you forget to brew your evening coffee, i want to hold your hand and guide you. and even when you keep repeating the same words three times a day, i will pretend it’s new. so that you don’t have to remember that you’re forgetting. yeah, i know it. the doctors told me you can have alzheimer’s over time, it’s highly possible. but i’m afraid i won’t be able to take care of you kitten. and i’m sorry– i really am. i wish it didn’t have to end this way.

four 𖨂

i know you. you were looking for forever. i couldn’t give you that. but i can at least take the batteries out of the clocks so that we’ll be stuck inside this moment as if time had really been stopped. so that i’ll almost get a million extra seconds to spend with you, except here seconds do not exist. it’s only the two of us. you and i. in our forever. and when i die, you can crank your watch– restart the clocks and begin the time. and know that we were infinite the moment you were mine. i’ll always be yours. always. i promise. but i want you to move on. i want you to experience love again while you’re still young. i’ll support every decision of yours from up there, and i’ll cheer on you. i don’t ever want to hold you back. nuh-uh. i want you to move forward, and even though you can look back, i don’t ever want you think you could’ve changed the past. you need to walk on a different road now. one without me. and though it hurts to say this– you need to live without me. live for us. live for the future you always wanted. live to complete those bucket lists of yours and even mine, since i couldn’t complete even a single of them. live. just live happily.

five 𖨂

it’s ten minutes past seven, and i feel sick. pain scale infinite/100. my whole body feels on fire. my hands– they wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard i try. my lips have turned pale, and i feel it coming. i can sense it. i can sense death waiting on the door. waiting that the moment i finish it’s going to snatch me away from you, from this world. and i’m trying to stall time. but my body doesn’t listen to me anymore. it’s become weaker and more. . . stubborn. my love. i wish i could call you that more often. my little star. my kitten. all these nicknames are the only way i survived my nights admitted in this hospital. i used to think of you. think of what you would do after i’m gone. think of what you would feel. think of who else would cry for me. and i don’t know what to do. i really don’t. i feel just so helpless. i don’t know what to do anymore. i really don’t. i hope you’re not sad because of it. please don’t be. take care of our three beautiful children okay? tell them that their father has gone to a beautiful place, show them your love, sing to them at night and take them in your arms when you feel sad. and if you ever miss me, look at the rain, or the stars or the clouds, i’ll always be here to listen. always. just as i promised.

six 𖨂

i hoped that death would be a bit kinder. i hoped she gave me some more time, some more years i could spend loving, admiring and memorizing every bit of you. but it’s always unexpected. she comes in unexpected ways and takes away our loved ones in the blink of an eye. i’m talking like a true poet now, aren’t i? give that pink letter to my parents, green one for each members and blue one for you. tell them to open that after a week, it applies to you as well, missy. be kinder to yourself. love yourself. look at the mirror and think of my compliments. felix gives the best hugs. hug him if you feel low. if you ever feel drained out like me. i’m tired now. just– so so tired. can i rest now? please? i’ll always love you regardless of whatever may come. and i’ll always be in your heart. i’m about to be a star, my love. s-signing off, yours forever.

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[lillypad910]

So I just read your fic with Big Dick!Billy and I were wondering if you could do something like this with reader being a Cheerleader and a Queen Bee (pretty much like Regina George) and he just put her in her place in public… >///<

Queen Bee

Pairing: King Billy! Billy Hargrove x Queen Bee! f! Reader

Warning: references sex (oral specifically), but doesn't have any smut. Sexual tension is STRONG; very much enemies with benefits vibe. Reader is dating Tommy (helped with the Regina vibe, ok).

Summary: You're the Queen Bee of Hawkins and everyone loves you, except one certain King of the school, Billy Hargrove.

A/n: You didn't specify if you wanted smut or not so I didn't write it for it, HOWEVER, I'm open to writing it if you want me to, Anon! So please let me know!!

You are the Queen of Hawkins High, from your attitude to the way you dress. Every girl wants to be you, every boy wants to fuck you. You are everything.

You smile wide as you finish out the routine, raising your pompoms up into the air for the final pose. You have been practicing all morning with the rest of the girls, well, almost. Nicole hasn't shown up, and practice is already ending.

"Alright! Good job, everyone! You've all done amazing!" Coach Lively smiles at all of you. "You are dismissed for the day, enjoy your weekend!" The lot of you step away, but you stay put, requiring Tina and Carol to come to you.

"Oh! Bev!" You turn to your fellow cheerleader, her red hair tied in a high pony, "that skirt is so cute! Where did you get it? I might have to ask Coach about getting them for the Spring Uniforms!" You smile at her.

Beverly's cheeks go red, the corners of her lips pull up into a smile. "Oh! Thank you! I actually got it from my mom's closet..." She gives a small twirl, which your posy giggle at.

"Ooh, vintage! Love it!" You watch her walk away and turn to the two girls behind you, "That skirt is so ugly. Why would her mom own that?" They snicker.

You step out of Tommy's passenger seat, him following shortly after you, throwing his arm around your waist. Carol steps up beside you, glancing away at the show of affection as her recent ex-boyfriend clings to you like a lost puppy. You all step into the house party, Tina walking up to you and smiling.

"Tommy, could you go get us a drink?" You turn to your boyfriend, hoping to make the boy feel useful.

"Of course!" He gets everyone's drink orders before going to walk off, but someone stops him.

Billy Hargrove blocks his path, making the poor guy knock right into him.

"Sorry, Billy." Tommy recoils a bit before glancing back at you. You try desperately not to roll your eyes.

"Tommy, Baby..." You bat your eyelashes at him, "Our drinks?" Carol glances at him then you, before looking away again, obviously uncomfortable with the name calling but too scared to say anything.

"On it!" Tommy perks up, but Billy once again steps in his way. This time you don't bother hiding your eyeroll.

"Ugh, Billy, let him pass. Jesus, you're such a nuisance." Your comment makes Tina giggle. "Don't you torture him enough with your stench during practice?"

"Do you always have to be such a bitch?" He counters.

"I just speak truth."

"Truth? While fucking your friend's ex-boyfriend? Please, you're just a whore who doesn't know how to behave." Billy steps closer to you, getting too close for your comfort. His comment get's the attention of some people nearby.

"Excuse you?" You scoff. No one had ever talked to you like that, and they weren't gonna start now.

"You heard me, Bitch. You bite the hand that feeds you enough times it's gonna bite back." He looks you up and down, looking at every curve of your body.

The things he could teach you...

"All high and mighty for a dick with legs." You snicker, "What? Nicole didn't give good enough head today?" You notice the girl behind him look at you, the fear in her eyes fuels you.

"You know, from what I hear, Nicole isn't the only one on her knees regularly... Even the good old King Steve," He lifts his arms, getting the attention of even more on-lookers, "used to shove his cock down your throat. So why don't you get down there and show me just what a good whore you are."

You glare at him, your blood practically boiling. "You're an ass, Billy."

"And you're just a good lay, Queen Bee."

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[ssivinee]

✧Magnetic✧

Bada Lee x F Reader: You, the popular and cheerful cheer team captain, and Bada, the blunt and somewhat rebellious dance team captain, never crossed paths, but she may have had a crush on you. But someone was standing in Bada's way.

Word Count: 4.1 k

Note: Sorry for being gone for a while guys, finals were hitting hard AND THEN I got sick😭. BUT IM BACK AGAIN, AND THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 700 FOLLOWERS🥹.

Character Vision Board

College life was the epitome of deteriorating mental health, but for some people, it was somewhat enjoyable. It was the years of exploring early adulthood, something that helped people look forward to the long years.

You were one of them.

You stood there with your friends at the side of the hallway, pretty in your cheer uniform with the school colors. Your long dark hair was tied up into a high ponytail, revealing your beauty to the student body. The way you stood there, hand on the curve of your hip, your stance looked powerful and cute at the same time as a laugh escaped your lush lips.

“Bada, you need to stop staring at the girl. You’re gonna burn holes into her,” Tatter tells the older girl, and Bada rolls her eyes. “I can’t help it, she’s just so-“ Bada couldn’t even let out a sentence as her eyes drifted back onto you, letting out a groan. “-so beautiful.”

“Literally, just go talk to her,” Lusher suggests, and Bada scoffs. “I can’t be so random. We live in two different worlds.”

Which was true. You were the captain of your school's cheer team, had good grades, and a well-known sweetheart. Bada, on the other hand, was captain of the dance team, had mediocre grades at best, and seemed to have a slight attitude problem with strangers.

Yet here she was, head over heels for you, only gazing from afar. She didn’t understand what it was about you, though. There was no interaction. The two of you were polar opposites. So what truly was it?

It all started in her first year when Bada was in Biology class, grueling over the topics on the first day. You walked in late, sporting a tight-cropped hoodie and some sweatpants. You spoke to the professor in private, trying to give a proper explanation for your tardiness.

Meanwhile, in Bada’s eyes, you looked adorable with your messy bun and glasses. A picture she couldn’t get out of her head for years. Then she saw you in your uniform for the first time after two weeks. If only you saw how Bada almost kneeled for you in front of her friends. No decorum to be found in sight.

She would’ve gone up to you… only if she didn’t see a man’s arm wrapped around your waist.

Unfortunately, you were dating Choi Hanseoul, the school's most popular jock. You guys were the embodiment of a power couple. Your boyfriend was the captain of the football team, rich, and his face made everyone fall for him. Not Bada, though.

She never knew what you saw in the boy. Feeling as if a hefty amount of fog clouded his true self. It had girls in a trance that Bada couldn’t understand.

She would have cared less, but he has you.

Hanseoul was the biggest obstacle in Bada’s way. It made seeing him an all-out war in her mind. Every. Single. Time. 

All she wanted to do was punch the dude hard and run off with you. But she knew how much you cared for him. It was evident in your eyes, and every time Bada saw it, she felt as if she had been stabbed multiple times.

Why couldn’t you just be hers?

That’s been her dilemma for the past three years, and now you two are seniors, yet she still did nothing about her feelings. It was just that difficult for her.

“Is there a game later today?” Minah asks, a bit confused at your choice of attire. “Yeah, later today at six,” Lusher says, checking her phone to make sure she’s correct. “Are we going to that?” 

“Of course, we are since Bada unnie is quite literally in love with the girl that cheers for our school,” Tatter responds, cutting off Kyma as she teases the older girl. “Oh please, I’m sure you wanna see Audrey as well,” Tatter shrugs at Bada’s comment, “at least I admit that.”

“Oh, whatever.”

Bada usually didn't care much for the games; her focus was solely on you. When halftime rolled around and the cheer squad made their way to the field, Bada's attention intensified. You stood at the center of the group, ready to perform. As the music started, you danced, pom poms in hand, your face beaming joyfully. These moments were always different for Bada, who usually paid little attention to the sports events. She couldn't help but be captivated by how you moved, your energy infectious, and your happiness evident.

With each jump, twirl, and wave of your pom poms, Bada drew herself further into your presence, making her feel warm inside. The cheers from the crowd faded into the background, and it was as if there were only you and the music, creating a vigorous atmosphere. Even though the routine seemed straightforward, you managed to pack it with a surprising amount of emotion. Your genuine smile never wavered, and it seemed to Bada as if you were dancing for the crowd and the sheer love of the moment.

As the choreography reached its peak, the applause from the audience echoed around the stadium as everyone stood up, guaranteeing the success of the halftime show. Bada, however, remained in her seat, still caught in a trance. The world outside the bleachers ceased to exist for her, leaving only the lingering echoes of the dance and the desire to understand the joy that seemed to feel at that moment.

Bada kept her eyes on you while your attention faded from the crowd as you ran up to Hanseoul. He lifted you by your hips, twirly you around in his arms, and Bada heard the squeals of joy from your lips. You giggled at the warm feeling of Hanseoul’s face on your stomach, balancing yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders.

Every other student ‘awed’ when seeing the two of you…

and Bada just wanted to puke. 

Why did it feel like the world wanted her to suffer?  

Yet she wasn’t aware of what was happening behind closed doors.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Hanseoul asks you, arms resting on his knees, anger seething face. “I can’t help it when people talk to me, Hanseoul. Besides, it was for our damn History project,” you explain with frustration, gripping your hair. You were annoyed, constantly having to explain yourself. 

“Seungjae shouldn’t be talking to you, period, Y/n. He could just text you,” Hanseoul says, poking at your chest lightly several times. 

This was how it always was. The constant arguing and the absurd amount of jealousy were unbearable. It was like being locked in a cage, an animal wanting to taste the sensation of freedom. 

Almost every night, you cried and hated yourself for it. 

You put up this everlasting strong front to be “miss perfect” because it was all you knew. It was exhausting, needing to hide the fact that you were only human like everyone else. So why were you staying with Hanseoul?

Well, you did love him at the start. He was a sweetheart, someone who was willing to put you before themselves. Then, something shifted in the air when you both hit your third year of university. The two of you got busier, becoming vice-captains of your team, having multiple advanced placement classes, and being in different friend groups, which caused a stir within the relationship. 

You were noticeably blossoming into even more of a woman, triggering something in Hanseoul’s mind. The man suddenly became possessive, which you thought was cute at first… until it wasn’t. He inserted himself in areas of your life that were supposed to be for your enjoyment only, seemingly becoming rather obsessed with you.

The reason for staying with Hanseoul was to stay afloat within the school. The thought of being a nobody terrifies you, not because of the popularity, but because of being alone. Hanseoul at least kept a certain comfort around, even if it was suffocating.

“I’m tired of talking about this, Han. I need to head to class,” You tell him, picking up your bag as you leave the private study room, clearly over the entire argument. You freshen up in the bathroom, fixing your disheveled hair and reapplying the pink gloss that faded from all the words being yelled at in the past hour. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you smiled, trying to find something to grasp onto. You didn’t care if it was hope, happiness, or even the thought of your exhausting assignments. You just wanted your mind off of him.

But you fail, the smile fading quickly as a heavy sigh leaves your freshly glossed lips. A wet feeling muddled your eyes as you hung your head low, leaning on the bathroom sink. Seeing the droplets of tears coming down, you take a deep breath and wipe them away. “You’re better than this Y/n. No one can tell you otherwise,” you give yourself a pep talk, dabbing your face with the use of your sleeve, sniffling every bit of sadness that escaped.

You walked out of the bathroom, looking like your usual happy self, as people greeted you warmly. Rushing your pace, you enter the lecture hall to find the room filled, a single empty spot next to an individual with a black hoodie covering their head.

“Miss Kim, you’re late,” your professor states, making eye contact with you. You were about to say a random excuse, but your professor had a glimpse of your slightly red eyes. “You may go take your seat, and you didn’t miss much.”

You bow with a tight-lipped smile and make your way over to the only open seat. As you settle down and pull out your laptop to begin typing away, Bada raises her head from all the shuffling. The tall dancer was about to tell you to shut up so she could nap but froze when she saw you.

Feeling the piercing gaze on you, you turned to your right to see Bada’s pretty face, eyes wide, and mouth slacked open. “I’m sorry. Was I too loud?” Bada could only shake her head, not trusting any sound that could possibly come out of her mouth right now. 

You look at the blackboard, then look back at her, “I can take the notes and give them to you after class. If you’d like, at least?” Bada then shyly nods her head as you smile.

You paid attention as usual, and Bada thought she couldn’t do her usual ‘admire from afar,’ afraid of being caught. Yet you were so focused on the notes that you didn’t even seem to notice the slight peaks Bada would take.

She looked at your lips, the ones she wanted to kiss so much. Your nose, the cute shape of it, makes her heart swell. Then, your eyes, the feature that she loved about you dearly. 

But she pauses. Your eyes looked agitated, an ounce of redness prevalent. They weren’t the sparkling ones she adored. You were crying.

It had Bada’s heartbreaking in pieces, and she knew it would be weird to ask, but she couldn’t help it. “You okay?” You stiffened at Bada’s mumbling tone, not expecting the sudden question. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re eyes… they’re red.” You pause, not knowing how to respond. “Um, I’m okay. Thanks for worrying, Bada.” The tall girl smiles at your words as you give her your famous smile. Then Bada was hit with a realization…

You knew her name.

Bada keeps her head down as her face heats up. Of course, you knew her name. You somehow knew everyone on this campus, so it shouldn’t be so shocking. But it was to Bada, the same girl who believed she shouldn’t have even existed in the same stratosphere as you.

After classes, Bada had left the room and found you leaning against the wall, phone in hand. When you meet each other’s gaze, you pull up an empty contact profile, “Let’s switch numbers so I can send the notes?” “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”

You give her your phone, and she types away. You were almost starstruck for the quick glimpse at the tall dancer. For the first time in your life, you were close to the famous woman on the campus. 

You knew your height difference, but her practically towering over you, even from a foot away, had your heart racing. Her eyes were sleek as she focused on the screen, her pink bottom lip being bit due to concentration. She is gorgeous, you thought, as your heart fluttered for the first time in a year. 

You freeze at the feeling, not knowing how to react, as Bada returns the phone. “I’ll send them to you later.” The tall girl just nods.

For the next two weeks, you and Bada messaged back and forth. It was mainly for your notes with pretty handwriting, but there were little conversations here and there.

Every time you send your notes, you leave little messages. 

‘Hey Bada! These are the notes from today. Hopefully you have a good night😊.’

‘I heard you had a dance competition today and won first place! Congrats on the win, captain!!! Here are the notes from today's lesson. Have a good night!’

‘BADAAAA! I saw the video of ur performance! YOUR SO COOL! There aren't many notes today, but I’ve been watching the video on repeat… i just wanted to let yk, good night!’ 

Bada found them endearing, and she felt like you were trying to become her friend, so why not reciprocate the energy? The next day, Bada decided to come up to you while you sat down with Hanseoul in the cafeteria. His arm was placed around your shoulders, and you looked uncomfortable, trying to hide the fact.

“Y/n?” You look up and see Bada’s cold gaze contradicting with a small smile. Seeing the woman made you feel more relaxed in your current position. You weren’t extremely close with each other within the two weeks, but both of you gave each other the calming feeling you needed. 

“Oh, Bada, what’s up?” 

“I was hoping you could help me with the assignment Mr. Kwon gave us on Monday?” The tall dancer asked with a glimmer of hope but noticed the cold stare Hanseoul was giving you, which you clearly chose to ignore. “Oh, of course. Text me when your classes are over?” “Yeah, I can do that.”

You smile and notice the glares on your right, and you internally scoff, “Bada, Hanseoul, and I still have class, but I’ll see you later, okay?” Bada nodded and watched the two of you walk off, not before Hanseoul looked back over his shoulder with a glare.

“Gosh, I’m sorry I took so long, Bada. Were you waiting for a while?” You asked, panting as you rushed to the cafe where Bada sat, notes and laptop out on the table. “No, no, I wasn’t. I only got here about five minutes ago. I mean, are you okay though?” Bada notices your red face, and one could assume it is because you rushed to get here, but Bada knows that no matter how tired you are, you still look pristine.  

You and Hanseoul were arguing AGAIN. This time, it is about you hanging out with Bada. This time, you walked out, not even saying a peep about the situation. You believed Bada was harmless, and I mean, how bad could she be when all she wanted was help on an assignment?

“I’m fine, just a little rushed because of the wind.”

“Let’s get this started then?” You ask, and she nods excitedly, her eyes puppy-like as she looks at you. You giggle as you take out your belongings on the table. 

As you began to teach the assignment, Bada's eyes remained fixed on you. She watched your every movement, hanging on to your words with an eagerness that wasn't lost on you. It was a side of Bada you hadn't seen before – a softness and admiration that contrasted with her usual bold demeanor.

After a while, you couldn't help but notice Bada stealing glances at you, her cheeks tinted with a subtle blush. It made you feel a warmth inside, a pleasant surprise to witness this more vulnerable side of her. You continued explaining the assignment, but a small smile played on your lips as you couldn't ignore the adorable sight of Bada trying to conceal her admiration.

As the tutoring session progressed, Bada became more at ease with the assignment and in your presence. Her initial shyness seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound comfort. It was as if a bridge had been built between you two, connecting your worlds in a way that transcended the academic subject.

Feeling the positive energy, you suggested, "You're catching on quickly. How bout we take a break and grab something to eat? There's this new tteok shop nearby."

Bada's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly, her usual confidence returning as she agreed to the break. As you both stepped out of the cafe and into the crisp air, Bada hesitated momentarily as if contemplating something. Then, with a shy smile, she looked up at you.

"Hey, the dance team’s holding a party for the end of the semester. It's gonna be fun, some drinks and games. Would you, uh, wanna come?" Bada's usual straightforwardness wavered, revealing a side of her that caught you off guard. The contrast from her usual boldness made the invitation even more endearing.

You couldn't help but smile at her, charmed by the unexpected sweetness in her invitation. "Sure, I'd love to go to your party. Just send me the details?"

“You’re not going to that fucking party, Y/n,” you heard Hanseoul’s voice from the phone as you did your hair. You had already changed into a short pink velvet bodycon dress, and your face had a pretty natural makeup look on.

Hanseoul's eyes widened in disbelief as your words hung heavy in the air. The room felt tense, the weight of the impending decision settling in. Your frustration with the argument about the party had peaked, and your voice's weariness underscored the toll the disagreement had taken on you.

Ignoring the brewing storm of emotions, you continued to adjust your hair, focusing solely on your reflection. The gravity of your words seemed to take a moment to register with Hanseoul, who, up until then, had been more concerned about controlling the situation.

"Is that how it's gonna be?" he finally responded, the question tinged with a mix of surprise and frustration.

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze through your phone's screen. "Hanseoul... let's break up."

The words hung heavy in the silence that settled over the conversation. Hanseoul's face displayed a mix of shock and disbelief as if he hadn't anticipated the conversation taking such a drastic turn. The realization of the gravity of your decision seemed to dawn on him slowly.

"All because of a damn party?" he retorted, his tone a blend of incredulity and frustration. The question hung in the air, demanding an explanation for what seemed like an abrupt and drastic choice.

You sighed, weariness evident in your eyes. "It's not just about the party, Hanseoul. It's about us, the constant arguments, and not being on the same page. Reevaluate our entire relationship, THEN come back to me when you figure out what's wrong."

The weight of the words loitered, the truth behind them almost finalizing the reality of the situation. Your phone screen displayed Hanseoul's stunned expression, frozen in time as your words sank in. The decision to end a relationship was easy, and in that moment, it felt like a necessary step towards finding the peace and freedom you sought.

As the Uber left you at the entrance of the large Airbnb, the pulsating bass of music echoed through the walls, announcing the lively gathering inside. Stepping through the door, you were immediately immersed in a sea of lively young adults, almost all grinding and throwing it back on each other. Intoxicated laughter and the scent of various drinks filled the air, chaoticness evident with the blink of an eye.

Your gaze swept through the crowd, ultimately landing at the back of the room where your eyes locked with Bada's. A warm and genuine grin lit up her face as she navigated through the lively crowd to greet you.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Bada exclaimed, enveloping you in a hug that allowed the sweet scent of your perfume to waft into her senses, prompting a contented sigh. "Let's get you a drink?" Her offer was met with your enthusiastic nod, your bright smile reflecting the excitement that animated Bada's expression.

As the night unfolded, you found relief in the company of those around you, downing the five shots as you sought a sense of comfort. Bada remained silent by your side, her attentive presence never leaving in the midst of the lively crowd.

Observing your somewhat jittery demeanor, Bada leaned in, her voice cutting through the loud music. "Hey, wanna get some fresh air?"

Your response was hesitant but agreeable, and you found yourselves venturing to the backyard together. Settling into the outdoor arrangement, the subtle ambiance of the solar lights provided a short break from the energy inside. Bada, with a discreet cough, broke the silence.

"So, what's going on, Y/n?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Something's on your mind."

Caught off guard by her perceptiveness, your eyes widened, followed by a heavy sigh. It seemed you weren't as secretive as you thought. "Um, Hanseoul and I—"

"We broke up…"

The words hung in the air, and Bada, despite wanting to be empathetic with you, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at the news. It wasn't that she took pleasure in your pain, but the idea of being there for you in a time of vulnerability sparked a glimmer of hope in her eyes. As you opened up about the recent breakup, Bada couldn't deny the swirling emotions within her, realizing that this unexpected turn of events might have worked in her favor.

In the hushed serenity of the backyard, Bada's eyes softened as she looked at you. Her gaze showed genuine warmth as she spoke, "I'm sorry to hear that, Y/n. I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with."

Your gratitude was evident as you met her eyes, appreciating the sincerity of her offer. But you couldn’t be happier where you were right now. A party, something you haven’t experienced by yourself in years, made you… happy. The past few weeks, Bada proved to be something as relaxing as a home, a source of comfort and understanding as you navigate the rough patches of your now-old relationship.

"I was thinking... Maybe we can go to the amusement park next week? Just the two of us?" The uncharacteristic shyness in her voice only added to the charm of the moment.

Surprised but genuinely touched, you couldn't help but smile. "I'd love that, Bada."

The air was filled with silence, and as your eyes met Bada's, a warmth exuded from the connection between you two. The party continued around you, but everything seemed to fade into the background at that moment.

As the night unfolded and the stars took their place in the sky, Bada hesitated momentarily. The music played softly, creating a backdrop for what felt like a turning point. In a soft voice, almost drowned by the rhythmic beats, Bada confessed, "Y/n, I... I really like you."

The words hung in the air, and the vulnerability in Bada's admission mirrored the uncharted territory you both found yourselves in. The realization that this wasn't just a friendship but something more settled in and your heart echoed the sentiment.

A tender smile played on your lips, and with a sincerity that matched the atmosphere of the evening, you replied, "Bada… I think I like you too." 

Your words left the two of you smiling, and Bada couldn’t bear facing you as she felt her cheeks growing red fast. Your fingers steadily make their way to her hands that lay flat on the bench, and without her noticing, you take her warm hands into yours. The feeling had Bada look up in shock, and you giggle at the reaction. Bada’s flustered state always seemingly amused you. Just never used to the out-of-character responses.

“I can get used to this,” you say, smiling as you stare into the starry skies. “Yeah,” Bada responds, staring at your pretty face, “I definitely can too.”

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[i-cant-sing]

-Rambling, cuz apparently, I like to yap when it comes to you.-

I think Islam is a wonderful religion.

In the middle of octubre, I took notice of how the people in Gaza dealt with things, even if they were suffering, they still praised Allah.

And I was like, let me try that for a few months, as an agnostic, in a Christian household. I didn't know that there were 5 prayers, but once I found out, I looked up how to do them correctly.

As a person who has always questioned why everything was created and why I felt no connection to other religions.

Even going to church with my mom and doing my confirmation, I didn't have that much of a connection, if any.

Islam it kinda clicked with me.

My mom found out, and she started to tell me that in Islam, women are oppressed and so on. I told her that I was just praying, listening to the Quran, and following the teachings of the prophet (pbuph).

I also told her that her views on other religions were warped by the media, news, and movies that portray them in a bad light.

She took it as a bitter pill, but she still let me try and continue. When I would be praying and she would enter my room to ask me something, she would just say, "Oh, sorry. I'll tell you when you're down."

When I did Ramadan, getting up early to find something to eat , wait till it's time to pray then go back to bed.

Even tho she didn't understand the religion and still had her apprehensions, she would come to my room and ask me if I ate or needed to eat before I had to pray.

When I would listen to the Quran or a dua, it made me have a sense of peace of mind.

Having a hard time, I would yap and yap, knowing that even if I think I am alone, Allah is always listening.

I even asked if I was following the right path, and that very thing had a dream. I was walking in the woods and made to a mosque, grabbed a light color stone and sat at a corner, and prayed.

By the time I was done, the stone was darker, and my mom was at the door saying she come to pick me up.

It was a weird dream, but I took it as a sign to keep going, so I did. I learned some Duas, and I would get excited when I would get it right.

I would learn how to pray with those prayer videos, even now I still can't remember all of it, but I can still say them.

I did Islam for 9 to 10 months, and I learned to be more patient, helpful, and to have a clearer mind.

I even taught my mom how to say As-Salaam-Alaikum and Wa-Alaikum-Salaam. When we would go buy groceries, we could have a Muslim cashier, and she would get so happy when I would greet her.

Now the employees know me for my skateboard, and the Muslim would know me for always greeting them.

If they saw me walking by and I didn't notice them, they would greet me like I was an old friend.

Eve tho I am not in Islam as much I still make Duas once in a while, and talk to Allah when I feel like everything is too much. I try to follow the teachings as well.

My mom, even once in a while, would say, " Allah couldn't like that." Or " Ask Allah to help me."

So, seeing how you incorporate Islam into your time travel ua it makes me a little happy.

I can learn something new and enjoy a good story at the same time. I am back to being agnostic, but Islam holds a place in my heart along with the people I meet when I decide to give the religion a try.

Yeah, yapped a lot in this 🤦🏽‍♀️ but I feel glad I shared my thoughts on your wonderful religion.

This is so cute- i teared up at your dream, too wholesome. And your mom is sweet and supportive, 10/10 mother <33 And i (as do most muslims, im sure) RELATE to talking to Allah like He's our bestie/therapist because it really does feel so therapeutic. Even if Allah already knows whats in your heart, it feels good to talk to Him. Or sometimes, when you're just so heartbroken, so devastated that u cant even bring the words out and you just... cry. Oh- it feels so good to cry out to Allah , the Almighty, the Ar-Rahman, the Ar-Raheem- and you sort of do feel the pain going away after your mini breakdown sesh (actually had a minor one two days ago and after i was done, i was like "welp, that problem isnt that big of a deal. Allah will take care of it for me.") and that is the mindset that keeps me sane these days-

"Allah will take care of everything."

I think its great that you tried out something new, did your own research on it, and like yes- you should definitely explore other religions to find answers to your own questions.

And yes! I do enjoy learning new things through stories too! Thats why i find history so interesting, because im playing a whole ass 10 season show in my head with all the dramatics. It even helped me with biology and medschool too! Like take the hormonal-feedback mechanism. I'd go like- "and then the brain would send signals to release hormones from this organ to tackle with that problem, but once that problem is dealt with- the organ goes- nah bro. that's ENOUGH! STOP! FUCKING STOP!" or "in autoimmune disease, body's own defender cells would suddenly lose their memory and think EVERYONE is their sworn enemy, and *dramatic war music* attack from every direction, not realising they've killed their own, the very people they were born to protect *sad war music* War is ugly-"

i knew some people would not like me incorporating islam into this au, but like- 1. its something different, and i wanted to try it out. 2. i am the only target audience i care about. i write what i want to read. 3. i mean, so far, the eras i've written about has islam as a big component it, so its obv gonna play a big part in it.

i guess, if some people were to keep an open mind while reading, they'd enjoy it. its not like i can force u to convert from what- an au?? i think people who dont want to read this au is either u really hate islam because of false preconcieved notions or you're afraid that maybe you'll actually like islam and u might be interested in it. i dont think anyone could be that weak willed- to be so easily influenced by just mere words?????? because if u are so easily influenced, then i think u need help.

[crow-hoards-things]

The Bad Batch Series Finale

FULL DISCLOSURE: This is a vent post. I’m angry and hurt. After I get this out of my system I’ll be more open to discussing the positives of the episode.

Warnings: Ranting, Spoilers

Hooo boy. Okay. I am… less than satisfied?

Quick rundown since I haven’t posted much of anything Bad Batch related: Tech is my favorite Batch member, immediately followed by Crosshair. I’m also a HUGE Republic Commando Nerd (read all the books, played the game, despised Bad Batch as a whole initially because I felt the commandos were being unfairly ignored, can sing + translate Vode An, etc.) and Scorch was my favorite Delta. The Bad Batch grew on me shortly after Season 1 finished up, and I immediately latched onto Tech when I began watching. He’s the reason I watched the first two seasons. (Crosshair + delusions about Tech were the combined force behind watching the final season)

NOW, onto my actual thoughts on the episode, in no semblance of order because my brain is still trying to process, Ft. Cry count:

• Wish Tech was here. He would’ve loved the Zillo being freed.

• “‘Cause I’d do the same thing” no you wouldn’t. Fives would’ve. The you I fell in love with would’ve yelled at Fives about it being a terrible idea and then promptly gone along with it anyway. That said it was a really cute moment and I loved his nonchalant little “come on” afterwards.

• C: “Echo or Omega?” W&H: “Omega” THEY KNOW THEIR GIRL SO WELL

• When Hemlock went to get the operatives I got excited thinking maybe, just maybe we’d get Tech back.

• CROSSHAIR LOST HIS FREAKING HAND!?!? WHAT THE HECK!?! I will never stop being salty about this. He’s been through enough. [Near Tears]

• Rampart sucks

• Nala Se got to blow stuff up and I appreciate that even if I don’t really like her

• I’m glad Wrecker’s okay. He had me scared for a bit. Hunter, conversely, never really did? He’s Omega’s Dad, he had to survive.

• Did anybody else see that one operative whose helmet seemingly had goggles built into it? We had a lingering shot on his helmet for a few seconds and they looked like a red version of Tech’s goggles.

• SCORCH IS DEAD AND YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE I’M MAD ABOUT IT! [First shedding of tears]

• HECK YEAH, HEMLOCK IS DEAD!!! [Tears of relief combined with grief over Scorch]

• I’m so glad Omega hugged Crosshair first. I fully expected her to just run to Hunter, and Crosshair needed that hug.

• Echo’s goodbye was disrespectful. 0/10. He’s family and they don’t even care that he’s leaving???

• SOMEONE IS MISSING FROM OUR NICE LITTLE GROUP SHOT!

• I never really got super invested in the dynamic between Omega and Hunter, but the ending between them was cute I guess.

• We were robbed. We could’ve gotten Crosshair and Wrecker as old men and we were robbed.

• Tech is dead. Like, seriously, really and truly, dead. As a delusional “Tech’s alive guys, trust me” fan, it feels like he just died all over again. I’ll talk more about this later because I’m not over it. [Que sob-fest]

alright, circling back around to my main gripes, in order of appearance:

#1. Scorch.

I hate how they handled him. At first when he showed up I got super excited. That was my boy! In the Bad Batch show!! He’s making an appearance!!! Maybe they’ll do something with the Delta boys!!

Even as the episodes went on and I started to suspect where his path was leading, I consistently would go “Scorch!!! <3” every episode, because that is my boy and I love him dearly.

The levels of offended I am on Scorch’s behalf are not within my ability to express with words. The complete and utter disrespect he was shown over his time on the show is appalling. Why bring him in if you’re going to drain him of all his personality, make him have zero plot relevance, and then murder him?! They could easily have made a new clone for that, as seen by the number of operatives who exist and got 0.5 minutes of screen time.

But no. They brought in a beloved character with 10 seconds of canonical screen time prior, stripped him of everything that made him lovable, didn’t even have him DO ANYTHING, and then murdered him. It feels like a spit in the face and a kick to the gut all at once.

I will mourn. I’ve already cried and I’ll probably cry again. But right now I’m angry and I think Scorch deserves to have people be angry about how he was treated.

#2. Tech

Yes. I admit to having been a “trust me guys, Tech’s alive” person. I will also admit that at the end of episode 13 I wanted him to stay dead because I had zero faith they could satisfactorily bring him back.

My gripe is not with him staying dead. Yes, it feels like losing him all over again. Yes, I will mourn him again. Yes. That sucks. It’s not what’s making me mad.

What makes me mad is how his death was handled.

• It served ZERO purpose narratively other than to up the stakes and make us worry about whether anyone else would die (Spoiler alert: They didn’t. Tech was the only one who died) • Nobody mourned him. No one seemed affected by his death at all. No one cared. I don’t care what anyone says, that will NEVER be okay. • The first actual mention of Tech *dying* was in the finale. Sure, we’ve had name drops and goggle appearances, but actually talking about what happened? One line. One. Freaking. Line.

I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face, you know? He deserved better and so did we. He was a part of that family and they couldn’t even be bothered to address the responses to his death. He was beloved by many of us and they couldn’t even respect him or his fans enough to treat his death like something to be mourned.

That’s wrong, no matter how you look at it.

[dk-wren]

Saw Lily's newest BD art and had a cuteness overload. I couldn't resist writing something, but only had about an hour to throw it together. Anyways, I needed a break between all my coursework to finally work on a (quick) fic again. I hope you enjoy!

New Friend - inspired by Lily_20210401's art and this post from @/grelleswife.

“Oi, Miri, look over there,” Kazuki whispers into Miri’s ear, bending down to her height as she holds onto Papa Rei’s hand.

“Where, Papa?”

“A little further up the path,” Kazuki points ahead. Unable to hear what Kazuki said, but curious, Rei focuses his attention in the general direction his husband’s pointing at.

Whining a little bit, Miri whispers back, “Papa Kazu, I don’t see anything. Show me again!”

Chuckling, Kazuki stands back up and tells Miri, “Hold on, I think if we’re quiet enough and slow enough we won’t scare them off.”

Finding what Kazuki was trying to bring to Miri’s attention, Rei plays along, adding, “We’ll have to use our tippy toes to not to be caught by anything lurking in this park. You think you can do that, Miri?”

Miri shakes her head and raises herself slightly onto her tippy toes, looking between Rei and Kazuki for her next mission directions. Kazuki raises a finger to his lip and quietly starts to move forward, with Rei and Miri following close behind.

As they slowly walk down the park’s pathway, Miri cranes her neck to look ahead at what Kazuki was trying to bring to her attention. Soon enough, she lets out a little gasp that can be heard throughout the empty park. In an excited whisper, Miri announces, “Papa Kazu! Papa Rei! Bunny!”

A smile breaks across Rei’s face while Kazuki leans in once more. “Looks like somebunny wanted to greet you on our morning walk.”

With a giant grin breaking across her face, Miri inches closer to the bunny. The bunny has a brown coat and grayish ears, standing up in attention, likely to detect if the three humans approaching are a threat or not. The smaller size of the bunny suggests it may still be a baby, causing Miri, Kazuki, and Rei to be extra careful as they approach.

Kazuki and Rei walk closer to the bunny than Miri, knowing how to keep their footsteps quiet, light, and most importantly, non-threatening. Not wanting to scare away the bunny, Miri peaks around Rei’s leg for an even closer look.

As the bunny begins to move its head back and forth, looking at the crowd gathered before them, Miri gives a little wave as the bunny’s gaze seems to land on her.

“Oh, Miri, I think it recognizes another of its kind,” Kazuki teases, looking between the bunny and his daughter, who’s wearing a purple, fluffy poncho.

Rei uses one hand to bring Miri’s hood up so the bunny ears attached to the hood of her poncho became visible to the real bunny. “There you go. Now there’s no doubt you two will become friends.”

After a few minutes of the trio looking at the bunny, with only the sounds of nature and the occasional passing car breaking their silence, Miri asks, “Can we keep her?”

With a fake exasperation, Kazuki reminds Miri, “You want a pet bunny? Miri, we have two cats at home. Besides, I don’t know how well they’d get along with a bunny, considering they like to scratch all our furniture and think everything is a toy.”

Miri pouts a little while looking back down at the bunny, who is slowly making its way to the edge of the path. Lowering himself, Rei tries to make Miri understand in a different way why they cannot take home this bunny. “Miri, we can’t take this bunny because it might have a family waiting for her back in their den. We wouldn’t want to take this bunny away from her family to be with ours, right?”

“No…” Miri replies.

“Maybe in the future, we can have a pet bunny at home. But for now, let’s leave her to be and hope we cross paths again soon,” Rei suggests as the bunny disappears into the bushes.

Watching the bunny go, Miri nods her head. Rei gives Miri a quick kiss on the cheek to comfort her before rising back up and taking her hand again. Doing the same thing, Kazuki walks over to take Miri’s other hand as they resume their morning walk through the park. 

As they exit the park and turn towards home, there’s a new spring in Miri’s step. Kazuki and Rei notice this, but don’t question her in case it will cause her to feel down again. However, a few steps later, they get an answer as Miri announces, “Until we can get a pet bunny, I can pretend to be one. So you’ll have to feed me and brush my hair and give me a warm place to sleep.”

Unable to contain his laughter, Kazuki insists, “Miri, we do all those things for you…as our daughter. You don’t need to pretend to be a bunny for us to do that. But, if it means you’ll eat your carrots and veggies-”

“No! No veggies,” Miri interrupts.

Rei’s quiet chuckles join in now as Miri lets go of her papas’ hands and runs ahead a little bit to practice hopping like a bunny all the way back to their home.

[cheynovak]

Crush Part 2  

Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N) &  Sam Winchester (platonic)  

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension, implied smut, alcohol, trauma, nothing too extreme,  

This story might not follow the SPN timeline.  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words: 4602 

Short recap of part 1: 

Y/N is a high school crush/friend of Sam, when they were 16 y/o they attended the same school for a while. Sam spends his entire time hanging out with her, trying to ask her to prom, only one problem, Y/N likes Dean. Now years later the brothers path crosses again with Y/N, unfortunately she got kidnapped and hurt by vampires.  

Dean and Y/N are falling for each other again. But how will they deal with the trauma in their lives.  

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Y/N opened the blankets, gesturing him to lay down next to her, doubtfully he crawled into bed next to her. For a second, they were looking into each other’s eyes. If the circumstanced where different he would have kissed her now. But instead, she pulled herself closer to him, her face was snugged against his shirt, she could hear his steady heartbeat. Dean’s chin touching her hair, he tugged an arm around her pulling her close. She let go of a sigh “I had a bad dream.” She confessed. “I’m here, try to get some sleep.” he kissed her head. 

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Sam woke up by the sunlight on his face. He lifted his head to see if Dean was still sleeping. Noticing he wasn’t on the couch anymore, he turned around finding Y/N and Dean in the bed next to him. Slowly he realised what happened the night before, Y/N the girl both he and his brother cared for, the one person he didn’t want to know about their life was attacked by vampires. All because they tracked down their sent to her.  

At first Sam thought it was a cute scene until he saw the tension. He noticed how Y/N was clinging on to Dean with the little strength she had, while the older brother had his arms wrapped around her, tight. Y/N must have woken up and got scared or had a bad dream. And Dean probably felt guilty for what had happened to her, wanting to make sure to protect her.  

The younger Winchester got up quietly, wrote a note that he went for breakfast and new clothing for Y/N, thinking she wouldn’t want to go out looking like a bloodbath.  

Even though Sam was very smooth in his movement the closing of the door woke Dean up. He glanced down seeing Y/N hadn’t moved since he crawled in the bed with her. His shirt still clenched in her hand, her face still as close as possible to his chest, like she was trying to hide. He turned slightly, to look at the clock behind him, trying not to wake Y/N, 9 a.m. 

“Don’t go.” he heard her mumble. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” He placed his head back on top of hers. “Dean?” - “hm?” - “I’m sorry, for yesterday. Seeing you, killing that... thing. It scared me.” He moved a little so he could look at her. “Oh no, you shouldn’t be sorry. I am, I should have stayed or even better, never went home with you. It’s my fault they found you.”  

“You regret meeting me?” He saw the tears building in her eyes. “No, no not at all, I just wish you didn’t have to know about all of this.” His hand moved to her cheek as he kissed her head. “Just because we were somewhat forced into it doesn’t mean you should have.” Y/N moved herself on to one arm looking down at Dean. “How do you mean forced?”  

“Our dad, this was, is the reason why we move around so much.” Y/N processed his words for a while. “So, when Sam and I were at school.” - “My dad and I killed monsters.” - “And Sam knew?” Dean nodded. “Why, how do you even start a life like that.” Dean took his time to explain everything to her. How they lost their mom, that his dad was keen on finding the demon, that they killed it but that he and Sam now kept doing the job.  

“You guys never thought of stopping, starting a normal life?” She asked while placing her hand very slowly on his shoulder, letting her fingertips glide over his skin. “Sam did, he went to college, thanks to your ‘you don’t need to be like your dad’ speech.” Y/N smirked while Dean could see the wheels spinning in her head. After a moment of silence, she asked him. “What about you?” Dean normally would laugh something like that off, pretend he loves what he is doing, but he felt like he had a chance to be honest with Y/N.  

“I never really thought about it, it felt like it was my duty. But it slipped in my mind, once or twice.” He grabbed her hand that was still drawing figures on his skin and brought it up to his lips. “That night when I dropped off your dress and last night.” - “Really?” Y/N looked shocked. “Yes. Why is that such a surprise?” - “I don’t know, I always thought I was a fling, for you passing your time.”  

Dean looked shocked, he moved himself, sitting with his back against the bed railing leaving his legs covered with the blankets. He opened his mouth, the second he wanted to tell her how he felt Sam walked in. “Hey you’re up, bought some new clothes and breakfast. Hope you’re hungry, Y/N. ” -”Eh, yeah, I could eat. But I’m going to change first. Don’t wait for me, dig in.”  

Y/N lifted herself of bed, feeling a little wonky on her legs, “Ow, I got you.” Sam rushed to hold her arms while Dean lifted himself to his knees on the bed, to hold her back. “Guys I’m fine, just a little dizzy, you can let go.” She said walking slow to the bathroom.  

“How is she?” Sam asked his brother, “I think she will process it.” Dean said, thinking about his next words wisely. “I don’t want to leave her like this Sam.” - “Ok, what do you suggest?” - “Taking her with us? Or do you want to stay?” Y/N overheard them talking. “I don’t want you guys to stop living your life because of me.”  

“We can’t leave you like this sweetheart.” - “Then I’ll come with you.” - “No, no way!” - “Dean, how much worse can it be?” She was determent. Dean and Sam exchanged a look, making Y/N’s shoulders sink. “That bad huh?” The brothers nodded in sync. “There is so much more than vampires out there.”  

After a few hours of discussing the future the three of them came to a solution. They would stay in town for a few months seeing how things will go, trying to give up hunting. Dean wanted to be with Y/N and Sam felt they at least needed to see if things could lead to a bright future. But one condition Sam had to stay in town, Dean wouldn’t be able to adjust without his brother. Sam himself didn’t mind that.  

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After a few weeks of healing Y/N was physically fully recovered. Dean and Sam moved into her apartment, so they didn’t have to pay for motels anymore. Dean and Y/N shared a bed, while Sam took the spare room.  

One morning Y/N woke up from a bad dream, although the days went by smoothly without too much trauma and memories, the nights were a hell. Every night or early morning she would wake up drenched in sweat, clinging on to Dean’s shirt. This morning wasn’t different from the others.  

Usually she was able to sneak out to take a quick shower before Dean would notice she was gone. But today Dean felt the emptiness next to him.  He woke up immediately feeling worried, but then he heard the sound of the shower. By the time he got outside the bathroom door the water stopped.  

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Even though Y/N and Dean shared a bed together they were still very private when it came to the bathroom, part from that one night. Dean felt she needed time to get used to him being in her personal space, they didn’t even name the kind relationship they had yet. Where they friends, lovers, something you can’t name? 

 “Y/N?” he repeated “Please answer me sweetheart.” She still didn’t answer. Now he was really worried. “Y/N if you don’t answer I will kick this door in!” Silence.  

Dean took a step back and planted his foot against the door, forcing enough power to open the door. 

Y/N jumped up by the sound of the door breaking. Covering her body with her hands. Dean rushed in only to find her almost completely naked part from her panties. “What the fuck Dean!” she yelled. “Why didn’t you answer me?!” He matched her tone “I didn’t hear you!” - “Oh come on Y/N! I called for you three times!”  

“Can you please, I don’t know turn around.” Then the shyness came in, he looked at her realising she wasn’t dressed. “Oh eh, yeah I-I'm sorry.” He turned his back to her so she could grab a bathrobe. “I really didn’t hear you.” she said while wrapping the robe. “I was worried.” he answered secretly peaking at her. “Don’t be.”  

“What were you doing?” - “I was looking at my... scars.” she answered a little ashamed not being able to form a lie. She turned back to the large mirror, “I used to think that my body was mutilated with my stretchmarks but these bitemarks...” She took a deep breath. “How am I ever going to...” She stopped her sentence there. 

Dean walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, his face next to her looking in the mirror. “You want to know what I see?” - “Please don’t say beauty.” - “That too, but no, I see a survivor. A strong woman.” - “Strong...” she mumbled, “I wake up every morning in fear, I take a shower just to cry without anyone hearing it. Tell me Dean, how is that strong?”  

“You’re dealing with your emotions, that’s good.” He locked eyes with her via the mirror. “Am I? Ok, then why haven’t we talked about us yet?” - “What do you mean?” Dean wasn’t sure what she meant. “What are we?” - “Anything you want us to be Y/N. I told you I want to be with you.” - “No, you said you can’t leave me alone, that sounds like an obligation.”  

Dean tilted his head “What are you saying? I’m giving you time to, I don’t know, deal with your trauma.” Y/N pinched her nose. “What are you saying Y/N?” She could hear the desperation in his voice. “I don’t know what I want. I don’t know if I want something.”  

“Something or someone?” His hold on her loosened “Don’t turn my words against me Dean!” - “Ok, then be honest to me, to yourself... Do you want me?” - “I don’t know.” - “Do you want me to leave?” - “I don’t know.” Dean felt like he just got hit with a brick in his stomach. “What do you mean you don’t know?” He asked but his voice got louder.  “I just... I don’t know Dean!” She almost yelled.  

“I’m scared ok! I’m scared of my nightmares, memories of going outside, I’m scared someone, or something will come for us...” She started to ramble. “Of me?” He asked so quiet he thought she wouldn’t have heard it. “Yes!” Y/N answered before even realising what she had said. She could see Dean’s face change.  

He took a few steps back. “You are scared of me.” - “I don’t know if I'm scared of you or just scared of what you do.” She grabbed Dean’s hand. “Are you scared of Sam?” She shook her head. “I know it’s ridiculous since he has been killing the same monsters and all, but.” - “You didn’t see him killing anything.” he finished her sentence.  

“Is that why you flinch every time I initiate a hug or even touch?” She nodded. “But you hug me, you hold me at night. Christ you’re holding my hand right now.” A tear rolls over Y/N’s cheek. “I can bare it when I take the first move. My mind seems to be at peace with it, while when you touch me without me knowing you are going to, I cramp up.”  

There were so much more questions lingering in the air. So much more that need to be said and asked. But Sam as usual had the best timing ever. “Hey Dean... Bobby called, wow, what happened here?” He looked at the door before looking at Y/N and Dean.  

“Bobby called?" Dean repeated not wanting to answer his question. “Eh yeah, he needs us. He said it’s an emergency, he wouldn’t have called otherwise he said.” Dean turned back to Y/N, “You should go.” Was all she said.  

Dean was packing his bag when Y/N sat next to it on the bed. Dean slowed down for a second and looked at her. He opened his mouth and closed it again only to focus on getting his bag filled. He turned to the drawer she emptied months ago for him. Pulling out some shirts. “Dean?” - “Hm?” - “Saying you should go didn’t mean I want you gone.” - “Oh no sweetheart, this might be good for you. Us." He corrected.  

“It’s just, the way you and Sam talk about Bobby, it seems like he isn’t the kind of guy to call when it isn’t important.” - “You’re right again.” Dean said still not looking at her, trying to sound neutral. Y/N grabbed his arm. “Dean...” His eyes glided from where she was holding him over to her eyes.  

Y/N lifted herself on her toes to very slowly close the space between them. Closing her eyes. Her lips brushed against his, barely touching him. When she opened her eyes, she let out a soft shacky breath. “Be safe ok?”  

That was the first time since the attack they shared a kissed. But to Dean, instead of feeling like a step forward it felt too much like a goodbye kiss. He grabbed his bags and walked to the car, he sees Sam and Y/N hug, her almost squeezing him to dead. “Be careful ok, come back in one piece or I'll come for you Winchester!”  

Dean was never, not once in the time they lived with her jealous of their relationship, he knew she saw Sam as her best friend and vica versa. But her hugging Sam without restraining a shiver made him wish for a split second she saw Sam kill the monster and not him.  

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As months gone by Y/N had to learn to be alone again, she had to overcome her fears, go outside, going to the store for groceries. She learned to be confident again. Sam would call once a week, telling her, they were safe, not telling what they were doing. She would ask how Dean was, mostly she would hear him yell that he was fine, sometimes he would come on the phone, not saying much. 

One job turned into another one, and another one, and another...Sam’s weekly calls turned into two weeks, once a month... and him saying Dean is fine, he is sleeping or hunting. It had been a while since she heard from any of the boys. And when she called neither answered their phoned, which part from the rest was usual. 

Y/N figured her words had hurt Dean so much that he didn’t want to come back. But the truth is that he was in hell and that Sam didn’t want to tell Y/N. He forgot to call her because he was trying to find a way of getting him out of there. And unconsciously not wanting to lie to her. 

After 4 months Dean got out of the pit, he had trouble to adjust, so he did the one thing he thought could make him feel a little better. He drove miles and miles, hours on end to stand in front of Y/N apartment. It was late, he rang the doorbell, nervous for her reaction. He knew Sam didn’t said anything to her, and he was glad he didn’t.  

“Hello?” - “Y/N? It’s me.” silence on the other end. “Y/N?” He heard the door unlock he got in, by the time he got up the stairs she already stood in the door, wearing a bathrobe, hair pulled up in a high bun.  “Dean? Oh my god!” She wrapped her arms around him the second she could, hugging him tight, pulling herself close against him, her smell filled Dean's nostrils.  He let out a sigh before he found the strength to lift his arms around her, answering her hug. 

 

"I'm so glad to see you." He heard her saying, sound being muffed against his jacket. "I wasn't sure you wanted to see me." He admitted. "Are you crazy, I was worried sick. Even Sam stopped calling me." After a good minute of hugging they let go, she led him inside. Afraid to let go of his hand until they stood in the kitchen. "You look like you could use a drink."  His lip curled. "I do." - "Bad day?" “More like bad forty years.” She turned to him, looking confused. "Or so it feels like." He added. 

 

She turned back around, he saw how she had to get on her toes to grab the bottle. Seeing how her robe and dress lifted up. barely covering her behind, unable able to grab the bottle. 

Dean got up, his hand moved hers away "I got you." He whispered standing behind her grabbing the bottle for her. She turned to him, her eyes lighted up when he looked at her. "Thanks." 

 

Dean couldn't help but to lay his hand on her lowered back. Noticing how she didn't flinch at his touch anymore. "I'm glad I drove to see you." His voice sounded deeper than usual. 

Y/N felt the air shifting between them. Making her breath out a soft sigh. She handed him his glass, his hand touched hers while he locked eyes, taking a sip. 

Thinking there was no way he could tell her all the things he did in hell. But he was sure to tell her how he feels about her. Or at least trying to. 

 

"Y/N, I..." his words faded, feeling shy and embarrassed walking in her house at this time of the night, wanting to tell her, she was the one he thought about day and night. "It's ok. I know" She said while rubbing her hand over his shoulder. "You don't want to be alone tonight. You need someone to hold you until your sorrow goes away... Am I right?" 

 

Dean felt like he was nailed to the ground, of course she understood him, he nodded slow. "I don't know what happened, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to. Just know I'm here for you." Those words released his body. His hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her in while his lips found their way to hers. 

 

This kiss was different from all the others they had shared before. Y/N quickly felt breathless, she could feel the need Dean had to be close to her, to touch her. His hands moved hungry over her body, his lips glided over her cheek to her neck like a man on a mission. 

 

She felt his hand move under the silk of her nightdress, soft squeezing her flesh. He lifted her up on the counter, moving so he could stand in between her legs, while his hand moved up and down her thighs. Like a man possessed he let go of her, only touching her forehead with his. He kept his eyes closed. "Oh god, this wasn't my intention. This isn't the reason I'm here. I'm so sorry, Y/N." Her hands covered most of his face, holding him up. "Hey look at me." 

 

Their eyes meet again. "I know, but if this is what you need. It's ok. I don't mind." she kissed him, trying to prove to him that he didn't need to defend his actions. "You sure?" - "Yes, Dean, I'm sure. I want you too." she smiled softly. 

He lifted her up, carrying her to the bedroom where, for the first time in a very long time their love for each other finally blossomed into a night of passion. 

 

Even though they spend most of the night making love to each other, Dean felt unable to sleep. Feeling Y/N's body against his did miracles in a way that he hoped it would. He was more at ease, drawing circles on her back, playing with her hair, while he watched her sleeping. Noticing she didn't clench to him anymore, happy she found her inner peace while he was gone. 

By morning he did manage to fall asleep, unfortunately not for long. Her alarm went off, Dean startled awake, seeing Y/N rushing in the bedroom drenched, with nothing but a towel around her. “I’m so, so sorry, I thought I had it turned off this morning. Didn’t mean to wake you.” She said looking apologetic. She took a seat next to him in bed. “I made pancakes.” Her hand moving over his fluffy bed hair before giving a small peck on his lips.  

“That’s great. But I crave for something else.” - “Oh, ok what you do you wan... DEAN!” Dean pulled her over him to the other side, hovering over her, making her yelp his name. “Did last night not satisfy you mister Winchester?” Y/N joked while accepting his lips on her neck. “I think I might have a new addiction.” He mumbled against her skin. Y/N turned Dean back around, her towel loosened clearly to the satisfaction of Dean.  

Her lips closing in on his ear. “I’m afraid this will have to wait, I have to go to work.” She teased and jumped of the bed disappearing in the bathroom again. Letting Dean drop his head against the pillow. “Do you really need to work today?” - “I’m afraid so.” She walked out again, fully dressed, ”You showing up at my doorstep doesn’t make my world stop spinning Dean.” She saw the painful look on his face, realising what she just said might have sounded harsh. 

 “I-I mean, for all I know you’ll be gone by the time I get home.” Dean grabbed her arm and pressed his lips against her wrist. “Not this time, I promise.” She nodded believing him. “I’m home around five. Make yourself at home.”  

Dean did make himself at home, he made himself useful, the moments Y/N had to work he took care of her daily chores, like dishes, dinner, shopping. Living the semi normal life brought him peace in his mind.  

Weeks later.  

Y/N got in her car looking at her phone wanting to text Dean she’ll run a little late, seeing Sam had called her 3 times. Immediately dialling back. “Y/N? Please tell me Dean is with you?” -” Yeah, he is, for like 4 weeks now. Why what’s wrong Sam?” - “I’ve been trying to call him for days. I got worried.” - “He is staying at my place. But he is...” - “Off?” Sam asked. “You could say that.”  

“Y/N... Dean had a” he chose his words wisely, “horrible experience a few months back. I might have pushed him into talking about it, and he ran. Saying he needed time to heal or process I don’t know, but I haven’t heard from him since.” - “Sam, he has nightmares, not regular ones. He is terrified when he wakes up. And he pretends it’s nothing.” She took a deep breath, “I know he won’t talk to me, so please, Sam, what happened to him?” 

“There she is!” Dean yelled from the kitchen. “Made your favourite.” He could see there was something off about Y/N, she looked worried. “Something wrong?” - “Dean, I just heard from Sam.” The tension in the room changed. “Let me guess, he told you.” She nodded. “Great!” He threw the oven mitts in the sink, turning his back to Y/N while looking out the window. 

“The question is, why didn’t you?” She wrapped her arms around him kissing his shoulder. “I didn’t want to concern you.” - “I’m concerned since that night you stood at my door, I see you have not been sleeping well. You know you can thrust me right?” He looked at her over his shoulder. “I know I just, I don’t want to scare you again.” - “Dean, it’s hell we’re talking about. Of course, it’s scares me as much as it scares you. But that is why we need to talk.”  

“What did Sam say exactly?” He looked at his hands. “Well, that you were in the pit for 4 months but that it was different for you, like 40 years, right?” She took a pause. “And that you were forced to... torture souls the last 30 years of it.” She saw his jaw clench. “I didn’t want you to be afraid of me again, of what I do, what I did.” He turned around now, finally looking her in the eye. “I’m not. You did what you had to. I don’t believe that was you, the real you.”  

“Dean, I think you need to go back to bobby’s.” Y/N could see the shock in his eyes. “I think you need to keep hunting, I don’t believe being here, playing houseman is the right way to cope with all this. Not for you, maybe for now but long term, you need your brother.” He shook his head “I said I wouldn’t leave you again.” - “You won’t, I’m coming with you.” He shook his head again. “No argument Winchester. We’re leaving tomorrow.”  

Dean and Y/N arrived at Bobby’s place. Sam and Bobby heard the sound of the impala and came outside to greet them. “Sammy!” Y/N jumped out of the car to give him a big hug. “God I missed you big fella.” She laughed. “Missed you too, This is Bobby, Bobby meet Y/N.” They shook hands, “Heard a lot about you kid.” - “Likewise.”  

Both turned to face Sam and Dean, the brother hugged by the car. “Is he going to be ok?” Y/N asked the old man. “He needs time, loads of it, but he has you.” - “Us” she corrected him. He gave her his approval smile, he clearly liked her already. “Thanks for bringing him home.”  

As months went by, Y/N stopped renting her apartment, dropped her job and helped Bobby, making her some sort of an assistant whenever he wasn’t able to pick up the phone or multiple hunters needed intel, she would help him, learning about monsters and hunting. Dean wouldn’t want her to go on hunts, but Bobby taught her all about the research and handling the ‘FBI’ scams.  

And although the grumpy man was keen on his privacy, Y/N felt like a daughter he never had. Secretly liked that she was living with him, not being alone all the time anymore and thanks to her the boys would drop by more often, not just when they need him.  

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Crush Part 3 out now

[quitealotofsodapop]

What if ( monkey king 2023)red girl meets red son

How would she react to spicynoodles and their children and what would red girl and red son think about each other?

Red Son teleports to Flower Fruit Mountain, only to see Red Girl trying to fight the other SWKs for their staffs. Small fires are following the little imp's path, and Red Son quickly steps in to quell the flames - grabbing his alternate counterpart by the scruff of her clothes like she were a kitten.

Red Girl: "ARRGH! You will rue the day you crossed paths with Red Girl peasant! Eat fire!" *shoots flames onto Red Son* Red Son, not even fazed: "Cute." Red Girl: "Huh? Why aren't you burning to death and stuff?" Red Son: "Because I'm a fire demon too? Also your method is appalling, my daughters have more control than you and they can't even walk yet." Red Girl: "You take that back!" *tackles him*

After another quick scuffle (+the offended SWK getting his stick back), Red Son quickly realises that this is an alternate version of them. Red Girl is not amused in the slightest.

Red Girl: "No! I won't be friends with *any* version of the Monkey King!!" Red Son: "I understand that it's a bit of a shock-" Red Girl: "He defeated me, and my baba. And now my mama is all alone!" Red Son: "He did what?!" *hair fires up* Netflix!SWK: *chuckling nervously* "Well it's a funny story. See I was on my mission to defeat 100 demons-" *Netflix!SWK narrowly misses two different fire balls* Red Son: "How many other families did you destroy!?" Netflix!SWK: *astral projecting* "MK please get your mate, I'm scared."

Later it's cleared up that Red Girl's father is currently trapped in the Underworld like she had been - according to the 2D sequence in the netflix film; DBK likely wasn't killed like some of the other demons. And you know Red Son would violate many inter-dimensional laws to help his younger self, and drag Netflix!SWK straight to his world's Diyu for pickup.

Meanwhile as Red Son and Netflix!SWK are on their Underworld heist; Red Girl is left in the care of some familiar faces.

LMK! PIF & DBK: *silently sitting around the living room with Red Girl* Red Girl: "...you both look like my mama and baba. But it's not the same." PIF: "I understand, firelily." Red Girl: *silently scoots closer for a hug* PIF & DBK: *PIF silently wraps her arms around the little demoness, while DBK rests his chin on his wife's shoulders* Red Girl: "You got left alone too, didn't you?" DBK: *small sigh of sadness* PIF, tears pricking her eyes: "Yes... Not the exact way your mother was but... I was alone for a very long time." Red Girl: "Why didn't you kill you Monkey King though? If he hurt you so bad?" PIF, light chuckle: "Well our grandchildren certainly wouldn't approve." Red Girl: "Huh???" DBK: "The Monkey King is not only my sworn brother, but also my brother-in-law. His son is married to our Red." Red Girl, takes a moment to compute: "......EEEWWWW!!! Gross! A monkey!?" PIF & DBK: *both laughing fondly*

Later when Red Girl and her family are fully reunited, she demands answers from LMK!Red. Red Son decides that the easiest way to explain is to show Red Girl a certain someones.

Red Son: *holding Red Girl's hand as they approach the nursery* "Are you sure you still want to see them?" Red Girl: "Y-yes! I wanna know what vile monkey spawn has you under this spell!" Red Son: "M'kay. Don't say I didn't warn you." *Opens nursery door. MK is standing inside singing to their eldest twins* MK, joy written all over his face: "Sunflower! You're back!" *MK and Red Son meet half-way for smooches* MK, is aware of their little adventure: "And who's you little friend?" Red Girl: (,,◕　⋏　◕,,) Red Son: "My alternate dimension counterpart. I had to help the younger Sun Wukong make things right with them." MK: "Such a gentleman." *turns attention back to Red Girl* "I hear that you wanted to see the babies, Little Red?" Red Girl: *slowly nods head* MK: "Ok, they're asleep in their crib right now. Try and not make much sound. They're little firecrackers at the best of times." Red Girl: *approaches crib, peering over the side* Xuancao & Yingsu [#1 & 2]: *sound asleep and breathing softly. are curled into eachother like kittens* Red Girl: "......" Red Son: "Well little sister. What do you think of them?" Red Girl: *starts sniffling* MK & Red Son: *rush to comfort her* MK: "Hey, hey. It's ok firelily. Tell me what's wrong?" Red Girl, ugly sobbing: "Where's my MK!?" MK & Red Son: "Eh??" Red Girl: "I wanna beautiful and kind husband too!!" MK & Red Son: "Ah." "I told mother the same thing when I was that age."

Ultimately Red Son sees the Netflix counterpart as the little sister he never had. Red Girl in turn adores her honorary big sibling - but is every envious of Red Son's beautiful mate.

Netflix!SWK laughs when he hears the story from LMK!SWK - as if he'll have any kids to make his own MK! XD Netflix's LEM blushes, their six ears fluttering with the prophetic sounds of baby monkey chirping.

[bodrewritten]

Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 2: Special Delivery

2:00pm

"We're almost there!" Pinkie Pie chimed as she led Fluttershy and Discord towards Sugar Cube Corner. The gravel path crunched satisfyingly under their hooves, and Celestia's sun was sharing its warm spring embrace onto their backs. Fluttershy's face glowed bright and her eyelashes bat away in the glare of the beautiful sunlight.

"You sure you don't want me to carry you?"

She shook her head as she steadied herself. "No, I can handle it. Pinkie, what's this all about, anyway?"

"You'll see!" Pinkie snorted as she bounced up the bakery steps.

Fluttershy was about to follow her when Discord scooped her into his arms.

"Oh dearie, you're such a gentleman!" She giggled.

As soon as they were inside, every pony jumped out of hiding and shouted:

"SURPRISE!"

Fluttershy gasped at the decorated room before her. Her five best friends as well as Spike and her three favorite fillies were there. On the wall was a banner reading: 'Congratulations!'

"What is…?"

"We threw you a baby shower!" Pinkie Pie squealed.

"But it isn't even born yet, it can't even take baths..." Discord said, confused.

The mares laughed.

"A baby shower is a party for expecting mothers," Twilight explained. "Her female friends organize it and bring gifts for the new baby."

Tears filled Fluttershy's eyes. "Girls, this is wonderful! Thank you so much!"

"Don't thank us yet!" Pinkie insisted. "You haven't opened your presents yet!"

She led her friend to the stack of presents and handed her one wrapped in pink, with a green bow.

Discord turned to the young spike, who was now taller and sharper than before. He even had wings now!

"if this is a mare's party, then why are we here? You're a little man," discord accentuated with a noogie, "and I'm... Some sort of he-what-who-thing." Spike shrugged and sat on Discord's shoulders.

"Open mine first!"

Fluttershy was about to sit down when Discord summoned a comfortable pillow beneath her. Pinkie placed the gift in her lap and Fluttershy began unwrapping it. She opened the box to reveal a yellow and orange hat with a green propeller. She took it out and looked at it questioningly.

"I saw it in the hat shop the other day and thought it would look cutesy wootsy on your baby!" Pinkie said excitedly.

Discord twirled the propeller. "It is kind of cute."

"Thank you, Pinkie," Fluttershy smiled. "I'm sure our child will love it."

"Now for the one from me!" Rarity said, handing her a box in purple wrapping and a periwinkle bow.

Inside were six sets of foal-sized foot pajamas in red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

"Of course, when the baby arrives, I can make a whole new set with proper measurements on the case that it isn't... Pony shaped."

"They're beautiful, Rarity," Fluttershy said.

She opened Twilight's present next: an illustrated book on fairytales to read to the child. Then Rainbow Dash gave her a red, green, and white rattle, which she explained had been hers as a foal.

Next was Applejack's present: a baby bonnet with apples embroidered along the edge.

"It was mine," Applejack explained, "I figured you should have it."

"Me next!" Apple Bloom bounced!

The filly gave her a small quilt. It was checkered in brown and yellow. Each yellow square was decorated with a pink butterfly matching Fluttershy's cutie mark and each brown square had a black and white spiral in the center.

"I made it myself!" Apple Bloom said proudly. "I incorporated both the parents' personalities into it, so that your baby may always be reminded how special she is!"

"Apple Bloom," Fluttershy uttered, "this is beautiful!"

She slid out of her seat and gave the filly a hug. The dragon then hopped off of Discord with his gift.

"I had to ask Twilight's permission for this first," he said.

In the box was an old stuffed green dragon, covered in felt armor.

"This is Sir Lionheart," Spike explained. "Twilight gave him to me after she took me home, but I've kind of grown out of it. I'm sure Discord Jr. will like it!"

"I have a toy for the baby too!" Scootaloo announced. She brought out a tiny red scooter with a yellow bow on it. "This was my first scooter, but I've gotten too big for it now."

"And I have a record of my favorite lullabies!" Sweetie Belle said, holding up said record.

"Oh, thank you, everyone!" Fluttershy exclaimed. "These are all such wonderful presents!"

"We're not done," Twilight declared. "We all pitched in on this one."

Pinkie Pie bounced upstairs, followed by the cowgirl. The returned with a wooden crib painted glittery green and decorated with pink roses on the side. The cushion was feathered and the laced pillow was made of silk. Fluttershy was sobbing with a smile.

"You are all such wonderful friends and I know our baby is going to have the best aunts, and cousin, in the world!"

They all moved into a group hug when suddenly, Fluttershy felt a sharp pain in her belly. She let out a cry and clutched her stomach. Her friends backed away as Discord flew to her side.

"Honey, what's wrong?!" he pleaded.

"The baby," she wheezed. "I think it's coming!"

"Now?! But it's too early!"

"Tell that to the baby!"

The broken water spread from the floor.

"But it's only been nine months!" Rarity exclaimed.

"that's the issue," Twilight said frantically. "We need to get her to the hospital."

Discord did not waste a second to teleport her out of there, leaving the eight ponies and dragon alone in silence.

...

"Guess we're walking."

The hospital staff was caught by surprise when Discord came barging into the emergency room, pushing Fluttershy on a stretcher.

"The baby's coming, the baby's coming!" he screamed frantically.

"What?" Dr. Stable uttered. "The baby's not due for another two months!"

"Well, it's impatient! It is my kid, after all!"

The doctor was quick and fast, leading the couple to the maternity ward. On the way, they passed by Derpy.

"Fluttershy!" she exclaimed. "I thought you weren't due for another two months!"

Fluttershy's breathing staggered. "So did I, but the baby had other plans!"

"Sweet! Our kids are going to have the same birthday!"

Derpy's stretcher steered away while Fluttershy's entered another room.

"I'll need to get an x-ray…" Dr. Stable said.

Discord summoned up the device and hung it over his wife's stomach. The doctor examined it with wide eyes.

"Yep, the foal's a preemie, but it's safe enough that we can deliver without harm to it. It will have to stay in the NICU until it's ready."

"Then what are we waiting for?" the draconequus demanded. "You're the doctor! Please help my wife!"

Dr. Stable called for Nurses Sweetheart and Coldheart. They put on their scrubs and masks and got the patient into position. Discord had summoned up a mask as well and tightly held his wife's hoof.

The five ponies, three fillies and dragon paced around the waiting room. They stiffened when they heard Fluttershy's scream.

"What are they doing to her?!" Pinkie Pie squealed.

"I'm sure she's fine," Twilight said calmly.

When Dr. Stable entered the room, the duchess jumped out of her seat.

"Is she still alive?!" she asked frantically.

The doctor laughed. "Fluttershy has successfully given birth to a healthy baby girl and is going to be fine."

Every pony gasped.

"A girl?" Pinkie repeated. "This is fantastic!"

"Wait," Rarity said. "What does it look like?"

Fluttershy sobbed into her husband's chest.

"She's okay my queen, just small. She's okay."

"I only got to hold her for a second..."

Discord needed to distract her, keep her mind off of her filly in the NICU.

Discord scratched his head. "She looks so…normal."

The infant was an earth pony with a pink coat and bounding curls of purple and white hair on her head.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Fluttershy sniffled. "You said you didn't want our child to be judged by her looks like you were."

"Yeah, but…how will people know she's ours?"

The pegasus lay in thought. "I don't think it matters dear, she's ours, and..."

Discord held her hoof. "If we're loud enough with our pride, ponies will know."

Fluttershy chuckled. "Y'know, I've got an earth pony grandma on my Dad's side. I guess the genes just skipped mine and my dad's generations."

Weeks later, NICU visiting hours.

"It's mine alright!" He bent down and tickled the infant. Her eyes were bright spirals with no pupils. "Cootchie-cootchie-coo!" The baby let out a laugh as she attempted to squirm away from the delightful torture. "Aw, look at her! Isn't she just an adorable little screwball?" His face lit up. "That's it! We'll call her Screwball!... If you want to, that is."

Fluttershy smiled as she caressed her baby through the glass. "Of course, it's perfect."

"Nah, but that's why it's good."

"Which one is it?!" Pinkie demanded, eagerly pressing her face against the window of the nursery.

"The one in the middle," Nurse Sweetheart said, pointing.

The ponies turned their attention to the pink foal sucking on her hoof.

"she's…" Rainbow speculated, "…normal."

Screwball then opened her swirly eyes.

"Never mind."

Every pony jumped as Discord appeared behind them. "I know, isn't she precious? We named her Screwball!"

"How lovely," Rarity cooed.

"Aw, she's so cute!" Pinkie squeaked.

"We had another that day. Nurse Sweetheart explained, "from a Miz Muffins. Maybe you know her?"

"You mean Derpy?" Rainbow asked. She mumbled, "no one calls her muffins, dude."

The nurse pointed to the cradle beside Screwball's. Lying inside was a gray unicorn with blonde hair. Her eyes were looking in opposite directions.

"That's Derpy's alright," the pegasus confirmed. "What's its name?"

"She called her Dinky," the nurse replied. "Dinky Doo."

Screwball stared in wonder at the large ponies looking at her. She thought they were quite funny, especially the pink one. She then imagined what it would be like to tug on that beautiful poofy hair.

She turned her head as the baby in the crib next to her started crying. She could tell this pony was different from the others because of her eyes, and seemed drawn to her. She wanted her to stop crying and a pacifier suddenly appeared in the unicorn's mouth. The ponies saw this and gasped.

"Celestia save her." Discord said in awe. "Oh, oh not now. Not with the magic..." He grimaced. She was like him, with the problems he would have had at her age.

"A baby with Discord's powers?" Spike uttered.

Twilight shook with anxiety. Or was it excitement at the prospect of a pony with chaotic magic? In any case, she whispered:

"oh boy."

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🍀FUCK YUL🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 4 “Truth Hurts”

I have the power, right?

If my headings manifest misfortune on the people on it, THEN HERE I AM

I AM MANIFESTING MY POWERS TO STRIKE DOWN THIS MAN BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

I WANT HIM GONE

...

That's all I wanted to say. There's nothing else that's important.

Oh also, sorry for the delay. This was supposed to come out two days ago, but uh... tech issues.

Let's get into it.

Ooh I like this music they have 🎵

"We had agreed to play today after breakfast. But it seems that he forgot."

I mean, I never had a boyfriend, I'm lesbian XD, but the amount of times I've heard girls in high school whine about their boyfriends doing this very thing is insane.

The boys in this season. Am I right?

Also the mic quality is getting a lot better, I'm realizing that. Very nice.

"Well, if you want to play with me, I can lend you one of my consoles."

I thought she didn't like Tess, so wow. She's sweet.

I like these two, they're so sweet and cute.

NOW KISS

"Hey girls! Good morning. I'm going on a walk in case anyone wants to join."

Oh, you seem to be doing well...

Which is a shock to me considering your only friend here is now out of the game.

I STILL HATE YOU CONNOR. WHY WOULD YOU QUIT AND SAVE YUL?!

"Hunter has been very sweet and thoughtful these past few days. But I sense there is something bothering him."

He's having a queer crisis. Don't worry about it.

"I've had such a hard time connecting with anyone in this place and when I finally did, Connor decided to leave. I feel quite alone here."

Aw, poor Riya.

She just can't connect with anyone or anything here.

WAIT WHOA WHAT THE-

HANG ON THAT WAS OUT OF NOWHERE

SHE JUST FOUND THAT LYING ON THE GROUND?!

"This allows you to have one person from each team permanently sent to the opposing team."

OH

OH I SEE

So she can screw people's alliances over XD

"Silence Oliver! When did I ask for your opinion?"

"One of the reasons I let you stay here is that seeing a poor and pathetic intern so humiliated and worn out every day will help me remember what not to do to others."

Okay then...

"It's just really hard not to be a sociopath, you know?"

"I don't want to lose my humanity just to get some ratings."

Well damn.

"I was just talking to my silly assistant. He does his job horribly."

"I AM IN HEARING RANGE."

"Do you also study on Sundays?"

"Yes, I have to send an essay to my tutor in two days and I'm a little late..."

God I hate that. I hate having to do that.

"The first time we talked, I noticed something strange about you and I realized that the way your parents pressure you is not right."

TELL EM QUEEN

"Lake, you do homework even when you're in the middle of a reality show! You eat very little or you don't eat at all, and worst of all, they decided to commit you to a guy you don't even know. How can that be the best for you?"

THANK YOU. ROSA, OUR QUEEN ALL DAY.

"I recognize that their methods are unorthodox, but the path to success is not easy, Rosa. It is full of obstacles and sacrifices."

"OHO, You want to talk about sacrifices and play THAT card on me?! I BECAME A MOM AT SIXTEEN!"

Come on, Rosa KNOWS what she's talking about!

"Hello? Can I sit here?"

Why is James' mic echoing? Hello? Was something going on and his VA was recording in another location at the time?

You couldn't do second takes and wait till he got back in the booth?

"Since when do you care what I think?"

He doesn't. He just wants to S/A you.

"You know what? Who needs a friend when you have a million followers?"

MOOD.

Oh, is this like that.... what was it-that one challenge from Revenge of the Island?

The one where they were dunked and Scott got that sharks tooth up his ass?

"Not at all, these seats are wet."

Because if it IS like that, can I get Fang over here to kill this guy?

(Kai calling Yul a bitchfucker now lives in my head rent free)

"I found this perk that allows two people to switch teams and I want to use it now."

Oh she's gonna use it right away.

"I... want Yul to go to the Orange team."

YUUUUUUUUUUSSSS

SLAY QUEEN

SLAY QUEEN👑

DUMP HIS ASS ON THE LOSING TEAM AND GET RID OF HIS ASS

RIYA IS QUEEN.

DON'T CARE WHAT Y'ALL SAY. THIS IS A QUEEN.

SHOW RESPECT.

"What? And why me?"

"Because I'm sick of you."

😂

YES.

"And now that I don't have to worry about you voting for me I can say it."

AND she's doing this for strategic reasons?

Actually, YEAH, because of the trio, she's the outcast of her team so she needs to pull an advantage like this to save herself from potentially being a target. THAT MAKES SENSE.

STRATEGIC QUEEN AS WELL.

TAKE NOTES ELLIE.

"Screw you! With that attitude, it's no wonder you have never and will never succeed."

Oh fuck off, weren't you cancelled? You piece of shit.

Why is everything mocking Riya for her being herself? I'm picking up on that.

"I'm going to choose... Rosa Maria."

Oh? Why her?

I'm not against it, but why her?

Did Riya just want an all girls team?

"WELCOME TO OUR WOMEN'S TEAM OF VICTORY!!!"

"Well, and Hunter I guess..."

"That low budget actress underestimates the damage I could do to her, even on another team."

YOU BREAK HER I BREAK YOU BUCKO

"Not only is the women's alliance weakened, I also have a possible new ally."

Oh and now you want to work with him?!

JAMES, YOU HAVE BAD TASTE.

XD

JUST DROWNS THEM XD

So yeah, it IS like that Revenge Of The Island Challenge.

And hopefully I get to see a shark get Yul's ass.

I think his exposed abs will make him seem very appetizing to the sharks.

(NOT ME WISHING DEATH ON A CHARACTER)

"Just know that I have access to any information that has passed through your cell phones and laptops."

OH SO YOU DOXXED.

"Who auditioned for the previous season and was rejected for being considered 'uninteresting'?"

Oh REALLY?

Okay that's a lore drop.

I mean, given the first season's hosts were CRIMINALS, I'd imagine the show was a scam site and there wouldn't be a lot of auditions.

I mean, most of THAT cast was pretty screwed up in the head.

REALLY.

Yeah that is very interesting.

They actually ACKNOWLEDGE that something like that WOULD happen and influence people to alter themselves for the sake of being on the show and the money.

I WANTED THIS IN TOTAL DRAMA.

OMG I LOVE THAT THEY ADDRESS THIS.

So wait, now for the money question:

Which is Aiden's natural hair color? Is it the white or the dark?

NOW YOU GOTTA ANSWER THAT BUDDY.

"Who has been an extra in more than fifty movies, but has never been credited?"

That's Riya. 100%

"Who had their first kiss in the previous challenge?"

OH. OH SHIT...

Oh that's personal.

I THINK that's Maggy. Right?

OH. REALLY.

OH POOR BOTH OF THEM. AIDEN'S FIRST KISS WAS AN ASSAULT?!

YOU POOR THING.

And Lake's first kiss was with a girl.

Gotta love a closeted lesbian with internalized homophobia.

"Ha! Virgins!"

Oh. Shut. Your. Mouth.

Why is EVERYTHING that comes out of this man's mouth bigotry?

And it's not even said in a funny way. That's all he says.

FUCK YUL.

"Are you serious Aiden?"

"It doesn't matter. It's nothing important."

"Thanks for ruining a milestone of my life by the way."

"Who made their previous psychologist have to go to the psychologist?"

Oh god. Yeah that one's so bad...

I can see that being Tess.

"Who forced their ex to have plastic surgery and then ended the relationship because she did it wrong?"

GOD THAT'S HORRIBLE-

It's Yul. It's gotta be Yul. And he's gonna say "SO WHAT? i DoN't SeE wHaT tHe PrObLeM iS, sHe WaS uGlY, sHe DeSeRvEd iT."

"Which one of you has shoplifted?"

Okay that one's not so bad.

Ally may have stolen a game?

OH ROSA.

"A mother would do anything for her children."

AW HONEY.

"A Latina stealing, why am I not surprised?"

I-I-what's going on?

Uh, I got an AD, and the video fast forwarded a minute ahead for some reason XD.

I don't know why it did that.

"Which one of you wears a wig?"

Aiden? Cause of the dye?

What?! Your hair's a wig?

I-I never would've guessed that, honestly.

GIRLIEPOP WHAT HAPPENED?! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A VILLAIN.

Yeah can I be honest you y'all? I've grown SICK of the shaved head trope in Total Drama.

It worked with Heather because vanity was a trait of hers and it was a punishment for her to lose something she held dear to maintain that vanity. And considering she was a villain who tormented others all of Island, it was great karma.

But then they just OVERUSE IT AND BEAT THE DEAD HORSE, and then apply this karma to other characters, where their hair or physical appearance plays no factor to their character. And at that point, it's just so TIRING and I NEVER want to see this again.

I'm kind of okay with this though because it's NOT a punishment. Maybe it's trying to reveal something about Lake's character. Idk what happened, maybe they'll explain it.

"Who uploaded sexy photos to the internet just to gain some fame?"

Uuuuuhhhh... I think that's Riya?

"What? I didn't do it."

Oh okay.

"Just so you know, I didn't do it for fame."

WELL THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE CONCERNING.

"If we lose on purpose, the challenge will be over."

Why would you want to do that?! IT'S A GAME. YOU'RE TRYING TO WIN A MILLION BUCKS.

Now you're ASKING to be eliminated?!

"The producers say you should find another way to penalize the campers, that doesn't put their lives at risk."

XD

Oh so NOW they care. Where was that concern in Total Drama?

She just sends them back up and they're all dead XD

"Well shit... I'm getting lawsuits for all these bodies, aren't I?"

"Aiden still sleeps with a teddy bear he's had since he was a baby, James' first five thousand followers were bots, Yul and his family escaped from North Korea, Maggy has sent five boys to the hospital, when Lake is home alone she punches pillows with pictures of her parents-"

SHE'S REALLY GOING AT IT 😂

"Rosa doesn't know who the father of her daughter is and thought about aborting her."

Oh shit...

That one's SO BAD...

Rosa, girlie, you want some therapy?

"Tess is an orphan."

Okay these are actually really interesting.

"Riya was desperate for major roles and almost starred in adult movies."

Yeah these are actually saying a lot about these people.

So Tess has no family. Her life is basically nothing. She has depression as a result. Got it.

Riya is... AMBITIOUS AS HELL.

I'm surprised she's not even more ruthless honestly with all that evidence.

"I WILL MURDER EVERYONE FOR A MILLION BUCKS AND A STARRING MOVIE ROLE AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!"

"...AND BECAUSE GOLDEN WANTS SO, YUL WILL BE FIRST."

"Ally and Tess are in love with Hunter and he knows it."

Yeah we already know that one.

"Which one of you had sex reassignment surgery?"

Oh?

Oh so someone's trangender.

Who is it? Who's the rep?

Nobody is opening up? I mean I respect boundaries, but also I wanna know.

I'm guessing Maggy? I'm not sure...

"Which one of you threatened and made a group of children cry?"

Oh shit.

Uh... I have no idea.

UM... NOW I'M CONCERNED ABOUT YOU.

"Do you make kids cry whenever you're stressed?"

See, even Hunter's concerned.

"I was playing online and they were using hacks!"

Oh so you're a cyberbully. Yeah I get it. I TOTALLY SYMPATHIZE. /s

I'm sad there were no sharks to slay Yul.

"Welcome to the team, Yul!"

James. Politely. He's not worth it.

"Now what? Are you going to vote me out for having belonged to the Green Team?"

I mean, why not, right?

We know Season 1 attempted that at one point.

JAMES IF YOU ALLY WITH YUL I WILL HATE YOU TOO

"I've noticed that you have a certain dislike towards James. So I propose this: Let's vote for him together and at the next ceremony, you'll return the favor by voting for whoever I want you to."

This is trying to make Yul seem like a brilliant schemer villain, but uh...

THIS IS JAMES' PLAN. NOT HIS.

So, you know, I give credit to James for this. What do you gain from Aiden voting James? That's Yul only person willing to be an ally in his case.

And in James' case, he doesn't KNOW the girls are voting Yul, he's just assuming that with no proof. What if they vote him? You're asking Aiden to vote you, which could be a 3/5.

WHY WOULD JAMES CAUSE HIS OWN ELIMINATION?

Yul gains nothing from this. James gains nothing from this.

What is your plan here?

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"It's not about trust, its about mutual interest."

10/10 persuading there.

"He must be desperate, but Yul deserves to be kicked out."

THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR SEEING THAT.

"I pretended to side with him and will vote for James, just because it will be nice to see James' face when he sees that he has two votes against him."

Okay, you're a dumbass.

"I'm not siding with Yul, BUT I WILL DO WHAT YUL SAYS."

GOD I HOPE YUL GOES.

PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GET YUL OUT.

'YUL'

I LOVE YOU, WHOEVER DID THAT.

'JAMES'

'MAGGY'

Fuck.

'YUL'

Okay so Yul gets a third vote and majority and he's gone.

WE WIN!!😄

...😦

GODDAMMIT!!!

Maggy, for the love of god, BEAT HIS ASS.

Maggy didn't even do anything this episode, WTF?

"Wait, you two... lied to my face?"

YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T TRUST EITHER OF THEM. YOU SAID THIS YOURSELF YOU DUMBASS.

"Why are you surprised?"

Why does a tie benefit you? You could've instead allied with Aiden to vote off Maggy and lied to say Lake and Maggy were targeting Aiden.

Sure Aiden might not believe it and still vote James and this tie would still happen, BUT AT LEAST THEN YUL HAS THE EXCUSE OF HIM NOT INTENDING TO PUT HIMSELF IN DANGER.

Fuck this guy. FUCK THIS GUY.

But I'll tolerate the stupidity IF HE GOES HOME. I WILL LOVE THAT.

"How about a random, unbiased game of rock paper scissors?"

The way he said scissors?

I mean, SAI-SOURS.

Oh my god PLEASE, PLEASE

PLEASE

GET HIS ASS OUT.

WIN THIS MAGGY. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF.

YOU GOT THIS GIRL. YOU GOT THIS!!!!

🙌

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKK

WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING THIS EPISODE. WHAT THE FUCK.

THIS IS BULLSHIT. I HATE THIS.

"Go back to the circus, freak!"

So he's been bullying her for nothing the whole time, she NEVER gets a chance to stand up for herself or do anything about it besides get bullied, AND THEN SHE GOES HOME WITH THE BULLY GETTING AWAY WITH IT COMPLETELY?!

That just sucks. I don't like that.

I get it may be realistic in this setting. I don't like that.

I didn't like it in Action either, BUT AT LEAST IN ACTION BOTH CHARACTERS HAD SUBSTANCE AND DUNCAN WASN'T COMPLETELY TERRIBLE.

YUL JUST FUCKING SUCKS. And Maggy has no character besides "Everyone bullies me".

FUCK OFF.

"Wow, calm down. A little more stress and you will also lose your eyebrow hair."

Nine more episodes of this guy, and I might just be burned alive from my own DISTAIN.

Okay that's something I guess.

THANK YOU MAGGY FOR AT LEAST DOING THAT.

Uh... should that count as slaying Yul? Idk cause it's a 'Yes & No'

I'll put her in her own tier.

What the hell is going on with you?

So are they just gonna make out in the woods?

And that was the episode... I'm angry. I just-UGH.

I think Yul ALONE is dragging this down for me.

I definitely do think I'm liking Season 1 better.

I just fucking hate this man. This man is TRASH. HUMAN TRASH. TRASH.

Like I did with Season 1, I'll make a character tier list after the season, and explain in FULL DETAIL why Yul is SO HORRIBLE.

And it's not just because he's SUPPOSED to be unlikeable. Fiore was GREAT, and she was a villain. Grett is unlikeable, and I loved her. You could make some arguments about even Jake being unlikeable because he's a flawed character. But I still loved him.

I also just don't like him as a character and he does not work for me as even a villain. The fact that he has to rely on OTHER PEOPLE to do strategic stuff for him, and rely on LUCK to save himself in the game, is PISS POOR TOTAL DRAMA VILLAIN WRITING. I'M SORRY.

If Fiore, A SIX YEAR OLD, can come up with her own strategies, THEN YUL IS AN EVEN WORSE PIECE OF SHIT BY THIS SHOW'S STANDARDS.

(I must state perfectly clear and blatant so nobody throws accusations of my intent: NONE of that is directed at anyone who worked on the show, nor the VA. Do not go harass anyone or him for anything. All my screaming and rage is ONLY at the FICTIONAL CHARACTER. Not any real life people. Don’t harass them. It’s wrong. Always. It’s wrong.)

And he's our main villain... GOD HELP ME.

He's gonna be here the whole time, I just know it. And I'm gonna hate it.

Maggy? You punched him in the face. I salute you.

But I don't care about you.

She did NOTHING IN HER OWN ELIMINATION EPISODE. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

What even WAS her character this whole time? "I'm big. I'm a bully victim. I lost."

Riya's my best girl. And Rosa. Maybe Lake too. I also like Tess-THE GIRLS REMAINING ARE ALL GOOD.

Riya, I salute you for kicking Yul out when you did and telling him off. YOU GO QUEEN.

QUEEN DESERVES TO SLAY. Honestly.

You want to slay Yul and break the rules to get him eliminated? YOU DO IT. DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THESE BOYS.

So in conclusion... girls good. boys... bleh. Fuck Yul. Thank you. Namaste.

[spectrechosts]

Beast Of Burden - Chapter 4

Kallixenia can't seem to get through to the gods, and her friends have other things on their minds.

Full Series

Kallixenia is unsure if she's actually meant to speak with the gods, or if the High Cleric's instructions were more… metaphorical, and she's just supposed to think on it herself until something comes to her.

Either way, she spends her day in meditation. Sits alone in a room lit by dim candlelight, breathes the scented ritual smoke of a censer. Contemplates her connection to the gods, what all her oaths mean to her; what her defining oath as a knight on the Path of the Bulwark specifically means to her, and how it's very important to her but also maybe the ability granted by it isn't quite what she needs and could she maybe have something else? Something equally protective but less sacrificial?

And then she gets stressed out and anxious and has to recenter herself, and she comes no closer to getting an answer from anywhere.

"There's so much to catch you up on, I don't even know where to start!" Says Pherusa, between mouthfuls of food. "Crisa has a squire now. Scrawny little kid, can barely even carry her sword. Follows her like a lost puppy and hangs off her every word."

"Aww, cute." Kallixenia coos.

"Kleo got her wings!" Says Athis. "She's out helping rebuild some village out west. Dragon attack, I think."

"She was always handy." Kallixenia says. "Path of the Hammer, then?"

"You know, I've always thought it was silly that they still use swords after taking that one."

"You can't use a Warhammer to fix things, Athis. It'd be unwieldy." Nephele chides.

"They don't have to use one hammer for everything. It'd just be more fitting, don't you think?"

Nephele ignores her. "Kyra got her wings too. Went Bulwark, like you did." She says, just a touch of sorrow in her voice.

Lunaeris' words echo in Kallixenia's mind: "It's barbaric, it's ghoulish, I don't think anyone should be that kind of paladin."

"Well… Good for her, right?" She says, and her friends awkwardly nod and mumble in agreement. "…Right?"

Athis shrugs. "She's off babysitting some preteen prince. I don't know if I'd call it good, but… it's what she chose."

Kallixenia pushes the remnants of her meal around her plate with a fork. She's already told the High Cleric, so surely there's no harm in talking about it with them, right?

"It's… It's a little grim, isn't it?" She says, voice hushed. Her friends exchange meaningful glances, then lean in to continue the conversation more quietly. Pherusa gently takes her hand.

"…We all face our share of danger, in our duties." She says. "But… It's a little grim, yes."

"It's creepy." Nephele whispers, and Athis punches her in the shoulder. "What? It is! Like you're expected to die."

"It's what she wants." Athis hisses, before looking to Kallixenia. "It is what you want, yes?"

"Yes! Maybe. I don't know. I-I still believe in the oath. I want to protect people! Just- It is like we're expected to die, isn't it? Wouldn't I be able to protect people better if the oath did something else?" She says, with a pleading look.

"People, plural, yes. But it's…" Pherusa trails off.

"It's more lucrative to make the people who can pay for it completely untouchable." Nephele grumbles, and Athis punches her in the shoulder again. "Stop punching me for being right!" She whines.

"You're being a dick."

"No, it's- She is right. Lunaeris said the same." Kallixenia says, and her friends relax a bit.

"Oh." Athis says. "Oh! Wait- She's asking this?"

"Gods' sake Kalliexenia…" Pherusa groans.

"What?"

"Thought this was a 'getting out of dying for my terrible wife' conversation." Nephele says, leaning back and taking a swig of ale.

"What? No! This is all her idea! No! She's wonderful!"

"So… you're not bound to her?" Pherusa asks.

"No! Not since before the wedding."

"Then… what's the problem?"

Kallixenia furrows her brow. "Well, I should be, right?"

Nephele and Athis shrug.

"Why?"

"If she doesn't care, then… who cares?"

"Me? The gods?" Says Kallixenia, exasperated.

"If the gods cared you wouldn't have your wings." Nephele argues. "So you aren't magically bound to die for her. Protect her the normal way like everyone else."

"But I don't want to do it the normal way! I want to do it the paladin way!"

"Yeah, so, swing your sword around. Smite evil." Athis says.

"A paladin's defining oath defines them, Athis!" Kallixenia whines. "We don't just swing swords around! We're bound to a higher power!"

"Look- Ooh, Achaia's here! Achaia!" Pherusa calls out, and that's the end of that topic of conversation.

Kallixenia sighs. Her battle-sisters have her back, but they don't fully understand what she wants. Which is fair- she also isn't sure what she wants. She wants a proper paladin oath, she wants the oath she already has, she just wants it… different. Like a split, where she gets the Bulwark Oath but the Hammer powers. Then she could bless buildings and armor and things, that should surely still count as dedicating her life to protecting others.

Kind of.

Achaia sits down beside her and Pherusa moves to the other side of the table, so that her and Athis and Nephele can all stare at the two of them together.

"…What?" Kallixenia asks.

"Princesses. Spill."

"Princess Tephysea is very busy managing her duchy." Achaia says innocently. "I'm sure the details would bore you."

"Princess Lunaeris is making quite a name for herself, adventuring." Kallixenia says, matching her tone.

Nephele rolls her eyes. "They think themselves funny." She says. "Come onnnn. Princesses."

"There's nothin' to tell." Achaia insists, into her mug.

"Okay, liar." Says Pherusa. "Kallixenia, you're married to yours, come on then."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're asking me, Pherusa."

"You both suck." Says Athis. "Achaia, you made a move on her or what?"

"A paladin does not make moves on-"

Achaia is cut off before she can finish as the three of them point at Kallixenia.

"…Well, maybe I'm-"

"If Kallixenia didn't stick to that I don't for a second believe you did." Says Athis.

"There were… extenuating circumstances?" Kallixenia offers, in defence of her honor.

"We'll get back to that." Says Pherusa. "Achaia. You and the Princess are inseparable for half the wedding and then not two weeks go by and she's asking after your services. For fuck's sake, give us something."

Achaia rolls her eyes and checks her surroundings. "Alright, fine." She whispers. "We've been enjoying eachother's company. What of it?"

"Enjoying how?"

"Very secretly."

"You two fucking?" Asks Nephele.

"Don't be crude." Achaia grumbles.

"She's dodging the question!" Athis squeals excitedly. "Tell us everything!"

"I will not. I swear, you lot are like a bunch of teenagers."

"Hey, we can't all go out and fuck princesses." Nephele says, shrugging. "It's frowned upon. Not proper."

"Extenuating circumstances!" Insists Kallixenia, drawing their attention back to herself.

"Such as?"

"…She was really sad."

"And… you decided to cheer her up by..?"

"Well, I…" Kallixenia sputters. She takes a long sip of ale, blushing. "…I shouldn't say."

"Holy shit?" Squeaks Athis.

"Haha, yesssss!" Nephele cheers. "C'mon Achaia. Give us at least that much detail."

"So this is all you three have to ask? Nothing about them being, you know, princesses?" Achaia deflects again.

Athis, Pherusa, and Nephele look between themselves, thinking.

"Oh, I got one!" Says Athis. "Xanthe said that princesses do all this training with fancy courtesans and such, to make them more appealing to suitors. That true?"

"No?" Achaia says, and then looks at a shrugging Kallixenia to verify. "No."

"So she's bad at it?" Nephele asks.

"No!"

"So you are fucking her!"

"Godsdammit!"

This continues late into the night, until all but Kallixenia and Achaia have retired to bed and the two of them take a trip to the monastery's bathhouse.

"Okay, I didn't want to ask about this with the others around." Says Achaia, as they relax in the hot water. Kallixenia opens one eye and quirks her eyebrow.

"It's nothin' bad, just, they'd be weird about it. Horny asses."

"Okay."

"So, uh… Does yours, like… Have an ear thing?"

Kallixenia breathes the steam deeply through her nose.

"I mean like, like if you touch-"

"I know what you mean." She says, and refuses to elaborate further for the sake of her lady's honor.

~

The next day's meditation brings no answers. Nor the day after, nor after that.

Kallixenia can't just leave it like this, regardless of what her battle-sisters think. They might only care about smiting, but she has a duty to uphold. She swore that she would serve the gods, to be their shield arm in the mortal world.

She can't just, half-ass it.

She spends longer and longer in meditation. Starts coming back after dinner instead of retiring for the night. She gets less and less sleep, dedicating herself fully to finding an answer.

And then, when she has exhausted herself, when she blurs the line between dream and reality, the gods finally speak to her.

"Kaaalliiiiiee~"

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

As Sweet As Sugar

Jonah pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bustling restaurant, the familiar scent of grilled meats and freshly baked bread greeting him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering nerves in his stomach. Today was his first day working at “The Cozy Corner,” a popular restaurant and bar near his college. He had heard great things about the place and was excited to start, but there was one thing that made him even more eager – y/n, who he had just found out worked there.

Y/n had been working at The Cozy Corner for just under two years. She was known for her dedication and hard work, always putting her head down and getting the job done. Jonah had seen her around campus, their paths crossing occasionally in the crowded corridors between classes. They had never spoken, but he always noticed her and gave her a polite smile every now and then. She had a quiet beauty about her, with her long, dark hair often tied back in a half up, half down ponytail and her eyes focused on her books or her phone. Jonah found her intriguing and beautiful, but he had a feeling she was the shy type, so he was a bit hesitant to say hello.

As he walked in, he was greeted by the manager, Mr. Thompson, a tall man with a friendly smile and a firm handshake. “Jonah, welcome to The Cozy Corner. We’re glad to have you on board,” he said warmly.

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I’m excited to be here,” Jonah replied, trying to sound confident.

“Please, call me Kevin” He smiles.

“Let me introduce you to y/n. She’ll be showing you around today,” Mr. Thompson said, leading Jonah through the busy restaurant. Sending his new co-workers nods and smiles as they weaved through tables filled with chattery customers.

Y/n was behind the bar, expertly mixing a cocktail. She looked up as they approached, her eyes widening slightly when she saw Jonah. Mr. Thompson made the introductions. “y/n, this is Jonah. He’ll be joining us starting today. Jonah, this is y/n. She’s one of our best.”

Y/n wiped her hands on a towel and extended one to Jonah. “Hi, Jonah. Nice to meet you,” she said with a shy smile.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n,” Jonah replied, shaking her hand. Her hand was warm and soft, and he couldn’t help but notice the slight blush on her cheeks.

“Alright, y/n, why don’t you show Jonah around and get him settled in?” Mr. Thompson suggested before heading off to attend to other matters.

“Sure, follow me,” y/n said, leading Jonah through the restaurant. She showed him the kitchen, the storage rooms, and the staff break room. As they walked, Jonah tried to make small talk.

“So, how long have you been working here?” he asked.

“Almost two years now,” y/n replied. “It’s a great place to work. The staff is friendly, and the customers are usually nice.”

“That’s good to hear. I’ve heard a lot of good things about this place,” Jonah said.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, it’s pretty popular. We get a lot of regulars.”

They continued the tour, and Jonah found himself relaxing a bit. Y/n was easy to talk to, and he enjoyed her company. They finished the tour and headed back to the bar, where y/n showed Jonah how to make some of the more popular drinks.

“Do you like working behind the bar?” Jonah asked as he watched her mix a drink.

“Yeah, I do. It’s fun, and I get to meet a lot of interesting people,” she said with a smile.

Their first shift together went smoothly. Jonah quickly picked up on the tasks and found himself enjoying the work. Y/n was patient and helpful, and they worked well together. During their break, they sat in the staff room, sipping on cups of tea.

Jonah watched in amusement as y/n tore open several sugar sachets and poured them into her tea. “Wow, that’s a lot of sugar,” he commented with a grin.

Y/n laughed. “I know, but I swear these sachets don’t have a full teaspoon of sugar in them. So I use six.”

Jonah chuckled. “That’s cute. I’ve never seen anyone use that much sugar in their tea.”

Y/n shrugged, still smiling. “What can I say? I have a sweet tooth.”

They continued chatting, sharing stories about their college experiences and their favourite classes. Jonah found himself laughing more than he had in a while. Y/n had a great sense of humour, and he enjoyed her company.

As their break came to an end, Jonah felt a sense of contentment. He was glad he had taken the job at The Cozy Corner, and he was looking forward to getting to know yn better. They returned to their tasks, the rest of the shift passing quickly as they worked side by side.

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Jonah woke up with a smile on his face, the memory of his first shift at The Cozy Corner still fresh in his mind. He had enjoyed working there, and getting to know yn had been the highlight of his night. He felt a sense of excitement as he got ready for college, even though he wasn’t sure if he would see her today.

Arriving on campus, Jonah was greeted by the familiar hustle and bustle of students rushing to their classes. He made his way to his first lecture, his thoughts still lingering on the previous night’s conversations with yn. He couldn’t help but replay their interactions in his mind, smiling at the memory of her laughter and the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her favourite classes.

As he entered the lecture hall, Jonah spotted his friends already seated and chatting animatedly. He joined them, and they immediately started asking about his new job.

“So, how was your first night at The Cozy Corner?” asked Mark, one of Jonah’s closest friends.

“It was great,” Jonah replied, unable to hide his enthusiasm. “The place is really nice, and the staff is friendly. I even got to know one of the girls who works there, yn.”

His friends exchanged knowing looks and started to whistle teasingly. “Ooh, Jonah’s got a crush!” teased Alex, nudging him playfully.

Jonah laughed and shook his head. “It’s not like that. She’s just really nice, and we got along well.”

“Sure, sure,” Mark said with a grin. “So, when are you going to ask her out?”

Before Jonah could respond, he noticed yn walking by the lounge area with her friend, just outside the medical lab class. She looked as focused as ever, her head slightly bowed as she listened to her friend. Jonah felt a sudden urge to say hello.

“Hold that thought,” he said to his friends, who continued to whistle and tease him as he walked away.

Jonah approached yn quietly, lightly stroking her back to let her know he was there. She turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. As his hand moved up to her shoulders, he gave them a gentle squeeze. He noticed the goosebumps that appeared on her skin and couldn’t help but smile at the reaction.

“Hey” he said softly.

Yn blushed slightly, her friend giving her a curious look before excusing herself to give them some privacy. “Hi, Jonah. How are you?” she asked, her voice a bit shy.

“I’m good, thanks. I just wanted to say hi and see how you’re doing,” Jonah replied. “I was wondering if I could get your number, you know, so we can talk about our shifts and stuff.”

Yn hesitated for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “Sure, that sounds like a good idea.” She took out her phone and they exchanged numbers.

“Great,” Jonah said, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Also, I was thinking, since we both have to be at work right after college, would you like a ride? It would save us both some time.”

Her eyes lit up at the offer. “That would be really nice, thank you.”

“Awesome. I’ll meet you by my car after classes,” Jonah said

“The black ford with the number plate JAH K1N9” he adds with a smile.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Jonah. He couldn’t wait for the end of the day so he could see yn again. When his last class finally ended, he hurried to the parking lot and waited by his car, a cup of tea in his hand. He had made sure to add six sugars, just the way Ariana liked it.

"Hey" he said with a smile, handing her the cup of tea.

"Hi, thankyou" she smiled back.

Jonah leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, making her blush even more. He then opened the car door for her, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she got in.

The drive to The Cozy Corner was filled with light conversation and laughter. Jonah found himself enjoying yn’s company more and more, and he could tell she felt the same way. By the time they arrived at the restaurant, they were both in high spirits, ready for another shift together.

And during a brief lull in the evening, Jonah found himself standing next to yn at the bar. He took the opportunity to ask a question that had been on his mind. “So, yn, are you planning to stay here permanently, or is this just a temporary gig for you?”

She looked up from the drink she was preparing, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Oh, this is definitely just temporary. I’m actually saving up for medical school. Working here helps me stay afloat while I focus on my studies.”

Jonah’s eyes widened in surprise. “No way! I’m doing the same thing. This job is just to help me cover expenses until I can get into med school.”

Her face lit up with a smile. “Really? That’s amazing! I didn’t know you were interested in medicine too.”

“Yeah, it’s been my dream for as long as I can remember,” Jonah said, feeling a warm connection forming between them. “What about you? What made you want to go into medicine?”

She shrugged, her smile turning a bit wistful. “I’ve always wanted to help people. My dad was doctor, and he inspired me a lot. I guess I just want to make a difference, you know?”

Jonah nodded, feeling a deep sense of admiration for her. “I totally get that. My mum’s a doctor, and she’s always been my role model. It’s like we have the same goals.”

As they continued to talk, they discovered more and more similarities between them. They both loved the same books, had similar tastes in music, and even shared a passion for volunteering. Each new revelation seemed to draw them closer, and Jonah found himself increasingly attracted to her.

Throughout the evening, Jonah couldn’t resist finding small ways to touch her. When they scraped plates together, his fingers would brush against hers. When passing glasses, he would let his hand linger just a moment longer than necessary. Each time, yn would glance at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

At one point, Jonah leaned over the counter to grab the card machine, his face so close to yn’s that she could feel his breath on her neck. She shivered slightly, turning to look at him. “You’re doing that on purpose,” she said, her voice a playful accusation.

Jonah smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Doing what?” he asked innocently.

Yn rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “You know exactly what.”

Jonah chuckled, enjoying the playful banter. “Maybe I do,” he admitted, his smile widening.

As their shift came to an end, Jonah offered to drive yn home, just as he had driven her to work. She accepted gratefully, and they walked out to his car together. The night air was cool, and Jonah felt a sense of contentment as they drove through the quiet streets.

When they arrived at yn’s house, she hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Would you like to come in for a bit? I could make us some tea.”

Jonah’s heart skipped a beat. “I’d love that,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

They walked into her cozy home, and yn led him to the kitchen. As she prepared the tea, Jonah couldn’t help but admire the warmth and simplicity of her space. It felt like a reflection of her – welcoming and genuine.

Jonah followed yn into her cozy living room, his eyes wandering around the space. The room was filled with warmth and character, much like yn herself. He noticed several framed photos on the walls and shelves, most of them featuring yn and a man he assumed was her father, Darren. There were pictures of them at various ages, smiling at the camera, their bond evident in every shot. However, Jonah couldn’t help but notice the absence of photos of her mother. He found himself wondering about her, curious if she was still in the picture.

Just as Jonah was lost in thought, the front door opened, and a tall man with a kind face walked in. Yn’s face lit up as she rushed to give him a hug. “Dad, you’re home! I want you to meet someone,” she said, turning to Jonah. “Dad, this is Jonah. Jonah, this is my dad, Darren.”

Darren extended his hand with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Jonah. Yn’s told me a bit about you.”

Jonah shook his hand, feeling a sense of ease. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Osborne.”

“Please, call me Darren,” he said, waving off the formality. “So, how do you two know each other?”

“We work together at The Cozy Corner,” Jonah explained. “yn’s been showing me the ropes.”

Darren nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ah, so you’re the new recruit. Well, if yn’s taken you under her wing, you’re in good hands.”

They all settled into the living room, and Darren began sharing stories about his adventures with yn. “I remember this one time we went on a dad-daughter trip to the countryside,” Darren began, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “yn saw this stray dog and absolutely refused to leave without it. We ended up bringing the dog home, and it became part of the family.”

Yn laughed, her eyes shining with fond memories. “I couldn’t just leave him there. He looked so sad and lonely.”

Jonah chuckled, enjoying the easy camaraderie between yn and her dad. Jonah looked at her and smiled “you have the biggest heart”.

She blushed. Jonah really liked seeing her blush, especially as he knew that he, himself was the reason behind it.

When yn left the room to find something to keep them occupied, the room fell silent and Jonah’s eyes were drawn to a baby photo of yn on a nearby shelf. In the picture, a woman was holding baby my, her face filled with love and pride. Jonah picked up the photo, curiosity getting the better of him.

Darren noticed and walked over, his expression softening. “That’s yn’s mom,” he said quietly. “She was a beautiful woman, but things didn’t work out between us.”

Jonah looked at Darren, sensing there was more to the story. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Darren sighed, his gaze distant. “yn’s mom had a lot of problems. She was abusive and often brought strangers into the house when she was drunk. It wasn’t a safe environment for y/n. One night, yn ran away and found me. I hadn’t been in her life for many years, but I knew I had to step up and be there for her.”

Jonah felt a pang of sympathy for yn. “I’m sorry to hear that. It must have been really tough.”

Darren nodded. “It was, but yn is strong. She’s been through a lot, but she’s come out the other side stronger and more determined.”

Just then, yn walked into the room carrying a stack of board games. She looked at Jonah and Darren, a smile spreading across her face. “What are you two talking about?” she asked, setting the games down on the coffee table.

“Just reminiscing,” Darren said with a smile. “Why don’t we play a game?”

Yn beamed, clearly pleased that her dad and Jonah were getting along so well. They spent the rest of the evening playing board games, laughing and joking like old friends. Jonah found himself feeling more and more at home, enjoying the warmth and affection that filled the room.

At one point, the door opened, and a small dog trotted in, wagging its tail excitedly. Jonah let out a gasp of delight. “Is this the famous dog from the story?”

Yn laughed, reaching down to pet the dog. “Yes, this is Oliver. He’s been with us ever since that trip.”

Oliver greeted Jonah with a friendly bark and a wag of his tail, and Jonah couldn’t help but smile. “He’s adorable.”

The night continued with more laughter and stories, and Jonah felt a deep sense of connection with both yn and Darren. As the evening drew to a close, Jonah realized how much he enjoyed being part of their world, even if just for a little while.

When it was time to leave, Jonah thanked Darren for his hospitality. “Thank you for having me, Darren. I had a great time.”

“You’re welcome anytime, Jonah,” Darren said warmly. “Take care of my girl, okay?”

Jonah nodded, feeling a sense of responsibility as he smiled at her. “I will”.

As Jonah and yn walked out of her house, the night air was cool and crisp. They made their way to Jonah’s car, the silence between them comfortable and filled with unspoken words. Jonah felt a surge of emotions as he glanced at yn, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her, to express the feelings that had been building inside him since they first met.

When they reached his car, Jonah turned to yn, his heart pounding in his chest. He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. Yn looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with anticipation. Jonah’s hand moved to her cheek, stroking it tenderly as he leaned in closer.

Without a word, Jonah pushed her gently against the car, his lips inches from hers. He could feel her breath on his face, warm and inviting. The world seemed to fade away as he closed the distance between them, their lips finally meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. The feelings he had before the kiss only magnified, a rush of warmth and desire flooding through him.

When they finally pulled away, Jonah’s heart was racing. He looked into yn’s eyes, seeing the same emotions reflected back at him. “yn,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity, “I want to take you on a date.”

Yn’s cheeks flushed, a shy smile spreading across her face. “I’d like that, Jonah. I’d like that a lot.”

Neither of them could sleep that night. They lay in their respective beds, replaying the moment over and over in their minds. Jonah couldn’t stop thinking about the way yn’s lips had felt against his, the way her eyes had sparkled with happiness. He wanted her to be his girlfriend, to share more moments like this with her.

As he lay there, Jonah realized that he had always felt a connection to yn, even before they had spoken. He remembered the times they had passed each other in the hallways, exchanging shy smiles. He had always felt that she would somehow walk into his life, or better yet, he would walk into hers. And now that she had, his universe had turned upside down with the depth of his feelings for her.

The next day, Jonah couldn’t wait for their date. He spent the day planning, wanting everything to be perfect. He picked out a nice restaurant, one that he knew she would love, and made a reservation. He even bought a small bouquet of flowers, hoping to make a good impression.

When the time came, Jonah drove to yn’s house, his heart pounding with excitement. He knocked on the door, and when she opened it, he was struck by how beautiful she looked. She was wearing a simple navy blue dress, her hair falling in soft  beautiful waves around her shoulders. She smiled at him, and Jonah felt his heart skip a beat.

“Hi,” she said softly, her eyes shining with happiness.

“Hi,” Jonah replied, handing her the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”

Her smile widened as she took the flowers. “Thank you, Jonah. They’re beautiful.”

They drove to the restaurant, the conversation flowing easily between them. Jonah felt a sense of contentment as they talked and laughed, enjoying each other’s company. When they arrived, he opened the car door for her, feeling a sense of pride as he escorted her inside.

The evening was perfect. They shared a delicious meal, talking about their dreams and aspirations. Jonah found himself falling even more for yn, captivated by her intelligence and kindness. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her in his life.

After dinner, they took a walk along the nearby river, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the water. Jonah reached for yn’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they walked. He felt a sense of peace, knowing that this was just the beginning of something special.

When they returned to yn’s house, Jonah walked her to the door, his heart heavy with the thought of saying goodnight. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I had a wonderful time tonight, yn,” he said softly.

“Me too, Jonah,” she replied, her eyes filled with warmth. “Thank you for everything.”

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Jonah led them both inside her house once again, their hands intertwined, hearts racing with anticipation. As soon as the door closed behind them, they were drawn to each other like magnets., their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The intensity grew, and Jonah, unable to contain his feelings any longer, pulled back slightly, grasping for air as he looked into her eyes.

“yn” he said. His voice filled with emotion, “will you be my girlfriend?”

Yn’s eyes sparkled with joy as she nodded, “Yes Jonah, I will”.

Overwhelmed with happiness, Jonah picked her up and spun her around, their laughter filling the room. But during their little outburst of excitement, they lost their balance and tumbled into the mirror, causing hysterical laughter.

As the laughter subsided, Jonah staired at her in the mirror, his breathe stuck in his throat.

“you are so beautiful” he whispered, as he brushed her hair around her shoulders and pulled out a velvet box. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Jonah’s fingers brushed against her neck, fastening the delicate necklace. She looked at their reflection in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Jonah’s gaze met hers in the mirror, and he smiled, his eyes filled with love- The letter “J” sitting on her collarbone.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in the warmth of their newfound connection. Jonah’s hands slid down to her waist, and he gently turned her around to face him. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of his affection.

As the kiss deepened, yn felt her heart swell with joy. She had never felt so cherished, so completely understood. When they finally pulled apart, Jonah rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.

"I love you" he confesses.

"Hmm?" Tilting her head as the corner of her lips turn upwards and her pupils dilate further.

"I said I love you", kissing her lips.

"I love you too Jonah".

He smiles as he kisses her lips again- harder this time, then her cheek, her other cheek, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her chin.

He's smiling against her skin as he watches her fall back onto the bed making love to each other, for the very first time, and it was magical.

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The next morning, yn woke up to the sound of the kettle bubbling. She stretched, feeling the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window. The door opened, and there was Jonah, shirtless and smiling, holding a cup of tea.

“Tea with six sugars, making it just as sweet as you,” he said, handing her the cup.

Yn laughed, taking the cup from him. “you’re the best,” she said, shaking her head.

@meetmyothersouls @amaretigris @megalony @jonahhauer-kingg @notagreekgal28 @my-little-mermaid

[shadamyheadcanons]

Submission #103: Yet Another Take On Shadamy (Black Arms Edition Part 2)

((Admin's note: this is a sequel to a previous submission. Both were written by @just-a-guy119, not me. I'm clarifying this now because I've been complimented for these before, but it's their work, not mine. Credit where credit is due!))

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He doesn't know how she does it, just a few moments ago he was overwhelmed, he'd broken a promise to someone yet again however she easily managed to soothe him…it was an odd sensation…but not exactly unpleasant either…

After his breathing had calmed down Amy ended up letting go of him, along with the warmth that came from her. She leant back against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief as the two just sit there for a minute, trying to catch their breath, Amy still wincing and clutching her shoulder.

"So…part alien?"

Amy breaks the ice as she gets up but winces slightly, she rubs her bandages and realises that she's still in pain but there's not much else she can do right now. After a few moments Shadow follows suit and stands to his feet, stretching slightly.

"Yeah"

Shadow sighs, looking around before the two decide to walk however he continues in a tired tone.

"The Black Arms have come for the Chaos Emeralds…how or why they know of them Im unsure of…but it has something to do with Gerald…"

The ultimate lifeform explains, trying to give as much context as he can to the currently clueless hedgehog who just nods her head, attempting to understand the whole thing before suddenly stopping in her tracks, shadow walks a few steps ahead of her before realising and turning around.

Amy seems to be just standing there, looking at the ground, to say this confused the ultimate lifeform is an understatement, he begins to walk up to the frozen hedgehog, asking what's going on before she speaks again.

"OH CHAOS I FORGOT ABOUT CREAM!"

She shouts to no-one in particular, smacking her forehead and muttering that she's an idiot with shadow taken aback slightly, Sonic had warned him of her tendency to kinda…as he put it…

Explode

…but after seeing it for himself, he agrees…that is a fitting word for it…

"Cream? Like…whipped cream?"

Shadow questions, pausing between each word looking perplexed…Amy looks at him with an angry look before realising something herself, then her facial features soften which Shadow admits looks cute…

"Oh yeah…we never ran into each other during our last adventure when Metal sonic became all kaiju so you never met her…

Im looking for Cream the rabbit, she's a good friend of mine but she's lost here in Cryptic Castle, told me she was looking for Cheese"

She explains, now it was Shadows turn to try and understand as he nods along before he opens his mouth to ask a question however Amy interrupts him.

"By Cheese I mean the name of her Chao, not the food"

Shadow closes his mouth and nods his head finally understanding however Amy quickly asks what he's even doing here, cryptic Castle is out of the way of any major cities and she doubts theres a chaos emerald lying around here however Shadow thinks for a second…

"I'm looking for the doctor…maybe he can fix what control Black Doom has over me"

Shadow ponders as the both of them deciding to speed ahead now, the two keeping pace with one another…

Shadow ponders, ever since he's been with Amy, he hasn't had any flashbacks or migraines about his memories…it can't just be her calming nature though, surely it's because he's away from Black doom so has more control over his thought.

"CHAOS SPEAR!"

Three yellow bolts of light appear from shadow, heading right towards the black arms solders currently blocking the path. Two of the regular solders jump out if the way however the bigger creature takes a direct hit, causing it to stumble back…

"Alright shadow!"

Amy cheers on, jumping up into the air and slamming her hammer onto the alien soldier currently blocking her path. As Shadow jumps up and launches a flurry of punches and kicks onto the remaining black arms soldiers, the bigger one the chaos spear had collided with back up with its purple jagged sword and goes to slash at the currently preoccupied Shadow.

Shadow turns his head and realises he isn't going to be able to react in time so he closes his eyes, bracing for impact however a second later all he hears is a 'clang' sound. The hedgehog opens his eyes to see that Amy intercepted the attack with her hammer and the two are clashing together…to say her strength is impressive would be an understatement.

"H-hurry…i-can't hold it much longer!"

Amy calls out, her body shaking as she falls to one knee, her wound from before burning as she puts strain on her shoulder. Shadow nods his head and quickly finishes off the grunts in front of him before jumping back onto the wall behind him and launching a homing attack right towards the towering Alien, causing it to stumble back however Shadow follows it up by activating the booster on his shoe and unleashing a kick, burning its face as it falls down, this time staying down.

"T-thanks…I swear I'm not usually this weak"

Amy says, wincing as she drops her hammer and clutches her shoulder as her bandages come undone…

Shadow quickly rushes over to her and puts her arm over his shoulder as to help her up, she thanks him as he just remains silent, questioningly giving her a glance before looking around for any way to help her but he finds something…a floating gray box with an antenna on it…it seemed to be moving sporadically but he could hear a voice coming from it…as the monitor turns around hes barely able to catch the doctors face on the end of what seems to be a screen as it flies off to presumably regroup with more of his robots…

Shadow looks down to Amy only to realise she's now unconscious, he grits his teeth and scolds himself for getting distracted, he softly nudges army's head with his free hand but to no avail… he sighs

"Shouldn't have let my guard down…"

As he hurries along, he realises the way he's holding her doesn't allow him to go too fast so instead he readjusts himself and picks her up bridal style… A thought occurs to him…he could use chaos control but its clear normal medication didn't have much of an effect for long and since Amy is looking for her friend, he doubts she wants to wake up in a completely different place…

Shadow skates off, clutching Amy tight as he weaves between Black Arms Soldiers and Eggman's forces attack one another, though as much as Shadow could do, his maneuverability was hindered so eventually his luck ran out in the form of a stray rocket from one of the doctors robots ending up landing right in front of the two.

Shadow couldn't jump out of the way, so instead he quickly spun around and taking the brunt of the blast, sending the two flying off the platform that connects the towers they had been traversing together.

As they're falling, Shadow looks down and notices a small interior area and decides he's going to need to land there…though before he can readjust himself he goes flying right through the roof head first, still clutching onto Amy however as he crashes in the center of a room, his hold of Amy breaks as she goes flying out if his arms, tumbling to the side as Shadow is send back into the wall, cracking it…

"Ugh…"

After a few moments Shadow lifts himself up and rubs the back of his head in pain now having a headache linger on and his vision blurred before quickly glancing up at the incoherent mess which seems to be an unconscious Amy…As his vision quickly sharpens he sees someone else, a small cream coloured rabbit in an orange dress tending to Amy's wound…

"Cream the rabbit I presume…"

Shadow says in a small groan before standing up and looking around, finding that the three of them seem to be in a storage room…

"Um, yes I am…You must be Mr Shadow"

The kind young girl quickly bows before helping Amy with her wound as Shadow walks over and helps her…

"No need for formalities, have we met before? I don't seem to recall you and you know my name"

Shadow says, G.U.N had been adamant of removing all records and traces of Project Shadow and anything linked to it so not many people know of his existence.

Shadow pulls out an emerald whilst Cream is finishing up replacing the bandages that Amy had previously…

Shadow then hovers his hand, holding the green chaos emerald, over Amy's wound as he closes his eyes with the rabbit standing back. After a few seconds a small gust of wind emitting from Shadow with his quills fanning in the wind as the emerald begins to glow green, suddenly a small aura forms around Amy's wound before it disappears and Shadow let's out a deep breath…

"Um…no Mr Shadow we haven't met. Though Amy does like to talk about you a lot"

The younger girl giggles with Shadows chest feeling strange and his face feeling warm, luckily the young girl hadn't looked up to notice the warmth forming on his muzzle however it quickly cools down…

"Don't put it like that Cream….you make it sound…obsessive…"

Amy suddenly stirs awake, slurring her words as the two help her lean upright…

"Amy! You're okay!"

Cream cries out and pulls her into a hug, causing Amy to wince but also embrace it before the two part, suddenly the pink hedgehog calls out in surprise.

"Wait Cream!? How did you find us?"

Amy questions in surprise, however as before shadow can respond, Cream says that the both if them came crashing through the roof with Shadow mentally facepalming. Amy quickly turns to Shadow with a smile.

"Thanks for looking after me, I promise I won't be a burden again"

Amy says, feeling slightly guilty however Shadow shakes his head.

"You needed help, there's nothing wrong with that. You're not weak or a burden for relying on others sometimes"

He says, the three of them standing to their feet with the ultimate lifeform clutches his head. The headache not going away was strange, his healing factor would've dealt with it by now but instead his vision is blurred, only able to stay upright by leaning one hand against the wall beside him…

"Mr Shadow! What's wrong?

Cream asks with shadow shaking his head as his vision steadily comes and goes from sharp to blurred, Amy then looks to cream and asks a question.

"You sad we crashed through the roof right-"

Amy points towards the hole in the roof however Cream shakes her head

"No, Mr Shadow shielded you, I think he might have a concussion. My mum has taught me alot about medicine and injuries…that's how I knew to bandage you up"

Cream says proudly, still worried about Shadow.

"I'm fine…I just-I need a moment…"

Shadow says, readjusting his balance again before needing the wall for support as he begins to internally ask questions …why is he suddenly unable to stand straight…is it something to do with black doom?

Amy looks back at Shadow and looks at him eye to eye, squeezing his hand to reassure him before asking something…

"Could it have something to do with why your eyes are now yellow?

Something clicks in his mind…

"Black Doom must've made a failsafe in case he lost control of me…the Doctor might be able to help me get rid of it…"

Shadow says, looking at Amy with determination as he forces himself to stand straight as he walks ahead…alone…

"It's going to get dangerous, you two should leave"

He says looking back at the two before he continues

"I don't want either of you hurt…thanks for your help"

He finishes and attempts to walk off however both Cream and Amy rush over with the pink hedgehog grabbing his hand, causing a wave of warmth and calmness to fill his body.

"Oh no you don't Shadow, we'll deal with this together…plus we still need to find Cheese"

Amy says, more so demanding with a level of conviction that impresses him however he smirks…

"Yeah, you helped us so now we will help you! Thats what friends are for"

Cream excitedly says, with little to no fear in her voice, even upon seeing Aliens and Eggmans army battling right outside. Shadow lets out a small smile before his usual expression reforms.

"Fine…Rose I know you can handle yourself but Cream, listen to me at all times…"

Shadow sternly says with Cream nodding her head in excitement, Amy however feels a small blush creep upon her face upon the name he gave her…

Rose…

Cream glances at Amy looking completely shocked with a red face and giggles quietly before Shadow takes off, the two following behind at a moderate speed, shadow slowing down to allow the other two to catch up…

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(Author Notes)

Yep, here's part 2. Honestly it had been so long since I wrote part 1, I kinda forgot where I was gonna go with this short story since I ended up losing my notes for this small oneshot so I've kinda had to make it up as I go along.

Most stories I've read about shadamy tend to focus on Amy's perspective, there are a few that focus on shadow hence why I've decided to focus this story from Shadows perspective though next chapter I do want to do it from Amy's perspective as it'd make more sense now.

From what I remember my original plan was to have this kinda "slot in" to a potential "definitive" route for shadow the hedgehog (the game) however my main goal for this "chapter" specifically is to kinda calm things down as last chapter had a lot of action from tonnes of perspectives and different locations.

Next chapter should pick up the pace quite a but this was mainly to allow the character room to breathe.

As for where I've been…life…responsibilities, all of that annoying stuff we gotta deal with.

Anyway next part should be the final part (let's hope it doesn't take a few months to release)

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((Admin's note: well done! It's good to have a breather. I like the way Shadow's insistence that Amy shouldn't feel bad for needing help parallels Amy's insistence that he shouldn't have to be alone, either. I can absolutely see Shadow feeling like he needs to go it alone while not realizing the irony of not wanting others to do the same. I see Amy the same way, so it's really nice that they have each other. They need that.

Thank you as always! And don't worry about taking your time. I'm sure you know how long it took me to get around to sharing this. Life gets busy!))