#yeah haha totally just best buds

[voltrixz]

NOPE. NOPE. not in this household

oh wowie! a notification from volt, i wonder what it can b- (200 pipebombs trigger at once)

[ziahsh]

With love, Leo Valdez

Leo emerges from the woods having come from bunker nine. He walks around camp half blood, when he sees the Apollo kids shooting arrows hitting bull's eye, their aim perfect as always.

His eyes drift to the one Apollo kid he's been noticing from time to time, they've been a little more quiet unlike their other siblings who shone bright like the sun itself. Yet, you always seem to have a glow to you that left other campers awaiting for the budding romance.

He must have been staring too hard when they looked his way, quickly Leo looks away before briskly walking away. His face growing warm, despite his fire powers it definitely wasn't the reason why he felt warm from just eye contact.

Was it a love? No, they're friends but they haven't even spoken that much with each other. Then? It was a crush, wasn't it. Leo's face grew warm after a year of hello's and conversations at the campfire growing closer each night, he realized while walking past the archery range? Then again they really looked ethereal bathed in the sunlight like that. Okay that seemed more plausible.

Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if he did. No one would blame him! They were gorgeous, kind, and would smile at Leo whenever they cross paths, even waving to him or ask how he was and listened really intently.

Leo sighs, he wondered how he could talk to them more... He ponders before reaching a conclusion.

"Piper!"

She could help, right? She is a daughter of the goddess of love, she could help him. He turns around to walk to the Aphrodite cabin instead of his own when he bumps into someone.

"Sorry, kinda in a rush" He turns back when the person grabbed his wrist and behold it was you.

You stood there smiling at Leo, "Where are you going off to, Leo?"

He stammered not expecting you to be holding his hand so soon, his usual suave no where to be seen—not foreseeing this encounter left him more nervous than usual.

"I'm just uh on my way to the forge" He laughs nervously in a way not quiet seen on Leo most of the time.

"Huh? Oh I thought you'd be on your way to the Aphrodite cabin, since you did call Piper out loud." They chuckle remembering the silent Leo in front of them muttering quietly then suddenly calling out Piper's name like Eureka!

"Haha you're right I should probably go there too.. So.." He eyes their hand still wrapped around his wrist. Realization hits you—letting go of Leo's wrist with a sheepish grin on your face.

"heh sorry I grabbed you so suddenly" They rub the back of their neck. "I just wanted to let you know—" Their words don't reach Leo, not when he's staring at them, missing the warmth from their hand. They look so attractive in this lighting, is it because they're a child of Apollo? Was the rose tinted glasses this strong already? Holy shit they even sound good, were they saying something?

"So, you'll do it right?" You poke his side teasingly as Leo snaps out of his daze with a slight jump.

"Huh? Haha yeah totally!" Leo had no idea what they said but he would rather bury himself than admit his fumble due to the distracting way the sunlight reflects their eyes making it almost impossible to look away.

"Then, it's a date, remember to pick me up around 2pm" You smile at Leo when you're suddenly called back to the shooting range by one of their siblings.

You wave good bye to Leo, who stood there in utter shock, weakly waving back with a small awkward smile until you look away and Leo took that chance to run to the Aphrodite cabin, where Piper was chilling, unaware of his best friend's little date predicament.

In a matter of minutes, he arrives at the Aphrodite cabin. Leo knocks on the door panting and sweating buckets not from the run hardly that but the way he feels like combusting on the spot. Shit, a date he can't believe it and it wasn't him who asked. His crush asked him out.

Holy Moly—is what Hermes would've said. So, what would his dad say? Trust isn't given it's forged?

He should've listened to them instead of wondering how they still had such soft hands despite the scars littered here and there. A jarring difference with his own hardened and scarred from various fights and projects.

The door opens with Piper who looked like she just woke up from a nap and didn't wanna be bothered until three hours from now. Until she registers her best friend's face red and still had smudges of oil on his face, looking ready to combust.

"So, what's got you so flustered? Leo, you look like you'll combust I see literal sparks but anyways get in. I think I know who this is about.." She opens the door wide open, walking into the barbie pink dreamscape.

No matter how much Leo goes inside the cabin he could still get hit with the smell of perfume, it was a change from what he was used to but it smelled nice. What perfume would you use... is how his thoughts wandered.

Piper raises a brow at Leo's mumbling, "So? What happened with y/n?" She went straight to the point patting the space in front of her. Leo grabs a pillow from Piper's bed—plopping down the soft light blue covers of the Aphrodite cabin.

"I won't even ask why you know I'll just imagine it's an Aphrodite kid thing, totally not cause I'm obvious." He sighs before looking up at Piper, "Was I obvious?"

"Honestly, even someone not from the Aphrodite cabin could tell. Sure, you both weren't stuck by the hip but the way you look at them just gave it away before you even realized your crush." Piper shrugs looking at Leo who was already groaning into the pillow.

"So? What happened—"

"They asked me out but I didn't hear anything until the end." He mumbles from the pillow as Piper's eyed widened in disbelief.

"What do you mean you didn't hear?" Piper scrunches up in disbelief on how Leo fumbled getting confessed to.

Leo recalls the situation to Piper when her siblings heard and were beginning to pat Leo on the back comfortingly.

"They still asked you out. So, it's a win" A son of Aphrodite says in a way to comfort one of the seven heroes.

"Right? It's a date.." One daughter of Aphrodite chimes in

"So, we should definitely dress you up" Drew looks him up and down before going through her brother's wardrobe to look for something suitable.

Piper looks holds back a smile at the way her siblings, even Drew were helping out with Leo's love problem. About an hour of pep talk, advice and amongst other things, they made Leo take a bath then dressed him up, ready for a date.

Only ten minutes before he'll have to knock on the Apollo cabin's door asking where y/n was. He didn't regret his choice of bee lining for the Aphrodite cabin. Though, he didn't expect all the extra help from Piper's siblings.

He was glad he made some flowers out of metal for them back then as he walks to his own cabin after thanking Piper's siblings. After getting the flowers he now stood in front of the Apollo cabin fiddling with the flowers before knocking.

Instead of you, it was Will Solace with his brow raised at him before he grins and steps aside showing you looking really pretty.

"Leo! Don't mind Will. I was wondering when you'd show but I didn't think you'd be so on time" They step forward before noticing the flowers behind Leo's back.

Leo sensing their gaze on something before pulling out the flowers when realization hit on where your gaze landed on.

"Did you make this for me?" Your eyes sparkle as if the light emitting from you wasn't enough. Though, it was a first for Leo to see you so bright.

Leo nods with a sheepish grin that always seems to be on his face around you. Leo takes in a deep breathe as he speaks, "These are for you and I'm sorry if these aren't real flowers..." His initial confidence wavering until you grip his hands holding the metal flower bouquet with a huge smile on your face that made Leo feel all warm inside.

"I love it, Leo. It's really pretty and it looks so cool. I promise I'll take care of it" They take it from Leo, grateful for such a thoughtful gift.

Leo felt all warm, they love it.. He made something for them and they love it.

You lead the way as you clasp his hand, "Let's go? I already have everything planned" They lead Leo who walks beside them with a stupid grin on his face.

"... Why did you ask me on this date?"

"I like you.'' You look behind you just near the spot you had planned the picnic date near the river in the forest, noticing Leo had let go of your hand. The sight before you felt like a reward from the goddess of love herself.

There he stood with his face flushed staring at you in utter shock, his hand to his face trying to hide the warmth of his cheeks. Yet, with the way the tip of his ears turn red it was all the confirmation you needed.

"oh" He whispers in pure realization.

"Hold up! Let me process. I just realized my crush on you a few hours ago, have some mercy on me."

You laugh not in a way where you're making fun of him but in away that he looked so cute in the golden light like that. Leo sputtered, "Stop... Stop laughing!" You walk to him all light and airy seeing his reaction was all you needed

"Don't worry I'm not laughing at you. So, you like me too huh" The teasing grin on your face didn't help with Leo's embarrassment as he groans.

"Shush not the time..." He then runs off plopping on the picnic blanket with a smirk, "And I win." You may have won in terms of confessing and teasing but let him have this win.

"Hey!" Bubbling amusement wells up in you, running after him—the leaves crunch beneath you with every step you take to where Leo had already made himself comfortable.

Erhm! Very self indulgent.

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[aesthetixhoe]

posts and pictures with conrad fisher — C.F.

warnings: cursing, suggestive comments

authors note: i'm completely guessing on conrad's birthday since the show and book are different i think? i looked it up and didn't get a straight answer so.... 2005 it is!

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its_y/n when he likes book girls >>

con.rad.05 I just have so many green flags 💪🏻

| jere_fisher that's a big fat lie. 🥱

| con.rad.05 haha, very funny 😐

| jellybelly boys stop fighting or I'll tell my mom

jellybelly girls who read are just better 🤷🏻‍♀️

| steven.conklin Oh yeah, cause you would know, Mrs "I'm failing english"

| taytay.madison be nice.

| its_y/n the boys are so mean today

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jere_fisher what did I walk in on?? 🤢

its_y/n you're just jealous bffr 🙄🙄

| jere_fisher yeah right, best joke I've heard all week.

jellybelly noooo, they're so cute omg

con.rad.05 thanks for the new lock screen jere!

steven.conklin We've lost another solider 😔 RIP conrad, you will be missed. 💔

| jere.fisher no more boys time, he has to hang out with his girrrrrrllllfriendddd

| its_y/n yup! i stole him and you can't have him back 😘

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its_y/n summer lovin' ☀🩷

con.rad.05 had me a blast

| jere_fisher happened so fast??

| camcameron hey! This is my song 😟

| its_y/n we'll find one for you and skye, don't worry 😉

jellybelly that dress looks amazing on you

| con.rad.05 everything looks amazing on her, be real

| its_y/n there's too much flattery in here, I have to leave 🤭

steve.conklin No pic cred??

| its_y/n sorry bud, there's always next time!

| steven.conklin There won't be a next time 🙄

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con.rad.05 maybe the deb ball isn't THAT bad

its_y/n the best escort <3

| con.rad.05 you still need to pay me for my services 😏

| its_y/n aaaand you ruined the moment.

jellybelly taken moments before the mustard disaster

| its_y/n it was a sad day 😔

jere_fisher I was a better escort 🤭

| its_y/n you did eat that dance

| jere_fisher there are 8 letters in Jeremiah 🤯

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its_y/n bed head

con.rad.05 I can give great head

| its_y/n CONRAD FISHER STOP THAG RIGHT NOE

| con.rad.05 what will I get if I do?

| jere_fisher PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP

jellybelly surprised he didn't kick you out of the bed

| its_y/n almost!

steven.conklin Get your filthyhands off my boyfriend!

| its_y/n never!! >:)

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con.rad.05 I'm stealing her permanently

steven.conklin You can steal me next 😘

| con.rad.05 I'd rather not...

| steven.conklin Mhm, sure, you're totally not just covering bc of y/n 😒

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its_y/n life recently >>

taytay.madison no me in the recap??

| its_y/n I'M SORRY, YOU'LL BE IN THE NEXT PHOTO DUMP I PINKY PROMISE

con.rad.05 i love loving you.

| its_y/n why do you only say romantic things on instagram 😔

| con.rad.05 to show off

jere_fisher summer ending is going to be awful

| steve.conklin preach brother 🙌🏻

jellybelly the best summer in the books

[charlidrawz]

🦊 "Aw, man..."

🦔 "Woah there, what's goin' on, buddy?"

🦊 "I don't feel so good, Sonic!"

🦔 "Hmm... did you make sure to take what our healthcare friends said you needed?"

🦊 "Oh no, you're right! Thanks, Sonic!"

🦔 "Remember kids: Always try your best to use what you've been given when you need it & have been prescribed to take them.

Your best today doesn't have to be the same as someone else's;

& it's okay to ask for help when you need it- even when you're just asking someone to remind you to take care of yourself.

Your health is important!

If you're not feeling your best & actively aren't doing what you can to feel better, then there's no way to know if better days are comin'

& that's NO GOOD!"

🦊 "Hey, Sonic!"

🦔 "What is it, lil' bro?"

🦊 "I'm still not feeling the best... but I feel a bit better now!"

🦔 "Mathematical!"

🦊 "Haha, hey!"

🦔 "D'ya think you'd be up for a race later today?"

🦊 "Hm...I'm not so sure... but I might be able to watch & cheer you on from the sides!"

🦔 "Aw, yeah!"

🦊 "Thanks for being supportive & reminding me to care for myself as much as I wanna be there for you, Sonic."

🦔 "Of course! It's always good to be there for others & yourself; & to take a chance on enjoying life without fear, while also setting boundaries for what you do or don't feel is the best for you at the time."

🦊 "Come on, Sonic! When did you get to be so wise?"

🦔 "Perhaps wisdom is just part of the totally awesome hedgehog package, bud."

🦊 "Yeah, yeah; I know, I know.

Oh, it looks like some of our friends are ready to meet up!"

🦔 "Then let's juice!" 💥💨

[likablemuffin]

The disaster twins r so #sillay :D

(From: random ROTTMNT oneshots, requested story)

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Both Leo and Donnie were just... not feeling great.

Both didn't get very much sleep the night before, and also, oh wow, depression is still a thing.

Thankfully, just before they both had a literal mental breakdown, Y/n showed up! 

Obviously, with the disaster twins being damn SIMPS, they both wanted a hug from Y/n to feel better. They wouldn't mind giving them both one, and it's from one of their favorite people! Sounds like a great formula for feeling better!

The problem was, however, that the disaster twins, being simps, are both not very good at asking Y/n for a hug. I mean, what are they supposed to say? Just go up and ask for a hug? Okay, that would work, but that's embarrassing! No one just does that...especially with your crush.

So, that is how this absolute chaos started.

Leo and Donnie decided that it would be a great idea to see who could hint at wanting a hug the best until Y/n actually understood what they wanted and gave one to them. 

Add on the fact that they're both literally holding themselves together with zip ties and duck tape so they don't have a mental breakdown before Y/n can even see them, and you get a totally friendly and nice brother competition! Nothing to possibly go wrong!

As of right now, Leo and Donnie are both sitting on opposite sides of Y/n as Y/n plays a video game and Leo and Donnie both just watch.

Donnie is shaking slightly as he tries to contain his anxiousness, and Leo fiddles with his fingers, which is something that he does only when he's trying really hard to hold his "face man" persona.

Leo and Donnie had been subtly hinting at wanting a hug from Y/n, saying things like "Oh man, I feel cold." Or, "Dang! That was awesome! I should hug you or something, ha!" but sadly, Y/n didn't catch on with any of them, much to Leo and Donnie's annoyance.

Eventually, Leo was getting so desperate for a hug (and he felt even WORSE mentally as time went on), so he just straight up went for it. Y/n just beat a really hard mission in the game they were playing, so Leo simply says, "Do you want a hug for that?" 

Y/n looks at him with a strange look, while Donnie looks at him from the other side of Y/n with a look that both looked like, "I'm going to kill you," and like Donnie was even more on the verge of a breakdown because he wanted to be the first one to get a hug from Y/n. "Uhh...Leo, you feeling alright, bud?" Leo starts to sweat nervously, and he can hear his heart pumping in his chest. "Uhh...haha! Gotcha! I...uhh...was just kidding! Mhm! Just a joke!"

Ahhh!! What is he doing??? Both in the fact of why is he just going for it like this, and WHY IS HE GOING BACK ON IT LAST SECOND???

Y/n squints their eyes at Leo, and Leo can tell that they're trying to tell if he's really telling the truth. However, Leo's face thought that that would be the absolute perfect time to betray him, by making tears of both embarrassment and sadness well up slightly in his eyes. Y/n notices it almost immediately.

"Hey! Are you crying? What's wrong??" Leo notices all too late what was happening and wipes his eyes, which honestly just makes the fact that there were tears in his eyes way more obvious. "No, no! I'm fine Y/n! Its just, uhh...really dusty in here! Yeah!" Y/n doesn't believe it for a second, but before Y/n can protest, Donnie scoops them up from behind in an awkward hug. "Ah- Donnie?" Leo's face grows hot at seeing Donnie hug Y/n before him, because Leo was the one about to get a hug! What the heck! "Hey! Donnieeeee! I was about to hug them!" "One, you were just about to tap out, and two, even if you weren't, you were taking WAYYYY too long! I want Y/n hugs too, you know!" 

Y/n laughs from their spot in Donnie's arms, and the noise makes both Donnie's and Leo's hearts skip a beat. "Wait, wait. Both of you slow down. You both want a hug from me??" Donnie and Leo blush as Leo struggles to form a sentence. Donnie just gives up making a sentence right then and there. Nope. He was NOT doing that.

"Uhh...w-well, you see...we...uhh...kinda felt a bit sad today, s-so...uhh...we just wanted to get a hug from you t-to make us feel better??" Y/n laughs again and shimmies out of Donnie's hold. Donnie lets out a distressed chirp at his hold on Y/n being stolen from him. "Alright. Both of you, bring it in." 

Y/n holds their arms out, and Leo and Donnie practically crash into Y/n, partially making Y/n not be able to breathe. "Ow- guys! A bit less tight?? Please????" Leo and Donnie look at each other sheepishly and make their hold on Y/n less tight. Y/n breathes out with the new air they got into their lungs and pulls the boys closer. "Hey! I thought you just told us to not hug you too tight!" "Yeah, but it's alright when I'M the one hugging YOU too tight." 

Leo and Donnie both laugh at that, and suddenly, they feel a lot better than they did before.

They knew that a hug from Y/n would make them feel better.

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[rescue-ram]

This is very Opposite my usual take on them but now I would kind of love to write a strictly show canon post-war TrapHawk fic. Where yeah, Trapper was Best Buds with Hawkeye, but also they kinda did their own thing a fair amount of the time and had no prior history and only had like two or three Emotional moments. So he got home and Hawkeye was just some guy he knew for a year- a better pal then most of the people he met, sure, but nothing compared to his real friends and family back home. And then he runs into Hawkeye two or three years later and is like "😃 Hawk! I almost didn't recognize you, haha, how've you been? So-and-so, this guy was my best friend back in Korea!" Just totally guileless, you know. And he and Hawkeye don't really form a close emotionally intimate relationship until they're hanging out post war and dealing with Trapper's repressed and Hawkeye's still very raw trauma.

[that-sims-four-blog]

Oh dear, I started a Sims 4 playthrough.

You know what, "Leeb, Leefuh, Love" sounds like a pretty good sitcom name. I'm going to start naming whatever sitcom-fanfic this playthrough becomes—provided I don't chicken out of documenting This Thing out of cringe.

For starters, Metallica—the three angriest men of the year 2003—decided to move to some random house in Oasis Springs. Why? I don't know. Are they there to find a bassist? Dunno either.

Okay, maybe they aren't so angry.

In fact, James and Lars are coming along pretty well. Since there isn't a way in-game for them to start a thrash metal band, each members are doing mundane jobs!

Lars is a lawyer—looking at you, Napster—while James is an Entertainer, probably a comedian because why not. Kirk's getting a start in the Culinary career.

...Oh, yeah, the Welcome Wagon struck that household, too.

Johnny Zest made a fruitcake. I think they liked it—I can't recall what they thought of it... Kirk's social awkwardness begins to pop up, too, although advice from his totally-bandmates did help a bit.

And yes, that's Makoto Yuuki—from the popular PS2 video game Persona 3 FES—in the background. We'll bother about him in a bit. At least he gets along pretty well with the Metallica household, especially James.

Several hours later, Lars decided to become the new Skrillex, and played around with the music-making-table (I can't remember what they are called).

It's got about as much bass as ...And Justice For All, trust me.

Moving over to that place that the developers designed after the British countryside, not that I remember the world's name, the RBY household moved into a house. Weiss won't fit anywhere between the budding lovers Blake and Yang and the hyperfixative Ruby. She might get created at some point, just outside the hellhole.

So, yeah, there they are, living their lives in the moment.

This is probably my favorite screenshot of them, Blake probably being OOC be damned.

Also, most of the household seems to have fairly... memorable faces, especially Yang's psychotic expressions. I might compile them at some point in the future.

Anyways, so, jobs: Blake writes stuff. Yang is a cop—because I can, and I want her to be as silly as Martin Riggs; so she's stuck in a cop-aganda show. Ruby goes to high school, therefore she's stuck in some teenagers-do-stuff sitcom.

Oh, yeah, Ruby did go to high school, and I have some bits to document.

As pissed off because of some fear about unfulfilled dreams, she seems to have a thing for exercise. It's probably an excuse to offer you one of her goofy-looking faces, though.

There's some random person with the Zelda moon following them, apparently:

And there's also that thing.

I can't kill that Landgraab off for the grievous crime of T-posing?

God fucking damn it.

But aside from that, everything went as normal, and Ruby managed to acquaint herself with Cassandra Goth.

That's good, I suppose. There were two other Sims that she managed to befriend, too, but I forgot their names. No, that Landgraab is not on the list—absolutely not, nuh-uh.

Also, later that day, she decided to bring Ruby to the Hijinks-and-other-things Festival. She went off to the art museum, while Ruby's left on her own. Noooo, that never happened before in the show Ruby was from! haha! But yeah, she joined the Pranksters—mainly because I wanted a silly laugh—but upon finding out that James Hetfield is there, I thought it'd be utterly hilarious for her to prank him.

That's the best image I could capture. No, I'm not giving you the aftermath of the trolling.

So, that's one-half of a thing I'm doing, and I realized that I was capturing too many pictures for comfortable reading. Plus, the default Tumblr layout sucks for this kind of thing, and I have no clue how to code layouts, so... Yeah, the second half coming later on.

[zepskies]

"I'll take drama, more drama, and spice for 300, Alex!" *cue Jeopardy music* 😂

I absolutely loved that everyone showed up for her. <3

I thought it was right! Especially since Ellen was catering, Sam is becoming a bro to her, Andrea and Benny...it just made sense to me that Meg and Cas would be there too. ❤️

Dean rescuing her when she shut down at the podium was so sweet. The "You Okay?" The gentle escort. The handholding for the rest of the service. Gosssssh.

I thought maybe that was too much, but I kept it in because I totally think at this point Dean would be prepared to go up there for her.

Ellen more than stepping up with the catering and refusing a big tip was so very "Ellen," and it warmed me.

I haven't had a chance to write a whole lot of Ellen, but it totally struck me as something she would do. 😉

Andréa was really getting me frustrated while back at the house. The woman's been through enough, Andréa. Please...

That's that lack of self-awareness/consideration that had the reader so frustrated lol. I'm very familiar with dealing with a friend like this, unfortunately.

Thank you for shouting out the “They can be your people too." line! Family don't end with blood is very much a central theme in this, as you can tell.

Dean: [In funeral attire] Me: 👀👀 xDD

Lmfao girl same. Why do you think I was so intentional with that description? 😂 Dean in rolled up sleeves is 🥵.

Did I really just highlight this entire chunk? YOU BETTER BELIEVE I DID. Because it deserved nothing less. So sweet and deep and wonderful in every way.

You lovely soul, you!! 😭😭 Easily this was my favorite section to write for this chapter. It's more than just the first "I love yous." It's both of them realizing in their own way that they need the other.

Well, hot damn, the Savages are real... savages. Very interesting to learn about Nick's upbringing. Clearly so brutal, but I also can't find it in me to feel badly for him. You crafted the "look behind the curtain" so richly, and I was soaking up every little detail! And...

“Azazel’s back in town.”

Oooh yes, the surname is intentional. Nick's cut from a ragged cloth, but Daniel is more refined in his experience. More controlled, but still with that fire underneath. There were lots of "Azazel" easter eggs in that section lol.

But I thought it would be an interesting twist for Nick to have been trying to pose as Azazel in his father's stead, trying to be him, trying to prove himself in his father's eyes. (Who else does that sound like?)

As annoyed as I was with Andréa a couple thousand words ago, you got me rooting for their friendship like [snaps]. Her (finally) stepping up to the "best friend" plate with everything that's happened--good to see. And excellent writing. (But what else is new? ;] ) And...

“Nick can suck my dick twice on a Tuesday.”

...made me laugh so loudly. x'D

LMAO that line makes me cackle too tbh. 😂 But Andréa is making a turnaround, isn't she? You'll see how she comes through in a big way for the reader in Part 13...

Small detail, but she and Dean trading off the duty of cooking dinner was [chef's kiss].

Haha I just loved the visual of these two being foodies together and genuinely loving to feed their loved ones, but also we stan an equal partnership!

When she was making the cake and started worrying she was bothering the brothers/taking up too much space? That hit me. And Dean nipping those thoughts in the bud soothed me. <3

Aw yeah, for how confident this character can be, she's also got deep insecurities, and a quality she shares with Dean: not wanting to be a burden on others.

Dean moaning over the cake was... yeah. And... Sitting across from him at the dining table, you giggled at the sight of this massive man child with his mouth full. absolutely melted me. Had to clamp my hands over my mouth; I was feeling some type of way. =']

LOL I thought it was very Dean to savor his dessert. 😏 But also there's a childishness to him sometimes that's so endearing, isn't it?

Oooh thanks for highlighting the spicy bits at the end there. ❤️‍🔥 I thought it was the right time for them to reconnect in this way.

My friend @violetlilysunshine pointed out in her comments on the last chapter that the love language for these two seems to be physical touch, and I can definitely see that for them!

Again, small detail, but I really liked her yelling to Sam that there were leftovers in the fridge. A nice reflection of how she cares for him, too. <3

Ahaha yes! She's starting to care for Sam like he's her own brother, for sure. I loved writing him all begrudgingly fond and exasperated in equal measure. 😂

Oh goodness, thank you so much for sharing all of your thoughts on this one, my friend!! This is definitely going to be one of the ones I come back and reread when I need a brighten up on my day. 💞💞 (And I do reread comments!)

Smoke Eater - Part 12

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: Thank you everyone for your kind words on Part 11! 🥰 It really meant so much to me.

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Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ just to be safe on this one. Angst, hurt/comfort, minor violence and tension, fluff with a tinge of spice.~

Part 12: “All in the Family”

You didn’t realize until the funeral just how well loved your grandfather had been.

So many of his friends, along with your grandmother’s, came up to you personally to express their condolences even before the church service began. Some were more heartfelt and broken up than that of your extended family members, many of whom hardly checked on him when he was alive, even before his cancer returned.

You had no mascara left by the time the service started. Yet it wasn’t until you had to get up and speak that you noticed something else when you stared out into the crowd.

Almost all of Dean’s friends (and now yours) had come to support you. Meg and Cas, Sam and Eileen, Benny and Andréa, Jo and Ellen…they all sat in the row behind him, even though very few of them had even met your grandfather in person.

“George was born in Lebanon, Kansas in the early ‘40s,” you began. “At the time, its population was about 600. Now, it’s less than 200…and that’s why he left, he told me. I didn’t want to be the last relic left standin’ with the tumbleweeds.”

That bit earned you some laughs. You paused, smiling slightly. With a shaking breath, you managed to continue.

Though it was hard for you to even look at Andréa. It was with a mixture of lingering resentment, tempered only by your guilt at the last words you’d levied at your best friend. A large part of you still felt justified, even today, to hold your grudge. Maybe you were wrong for it, but that was just how you felt.

And right now, you were shaking. You barely managed to get through the speech you wrote down on a notepad. After you were done, you couldn’t force yourself to pry your fingers off the podium. You glanced over at the closed casket behind you, to your right.

The pastor was standing to your left, waiting on you to go back to your seat so he could resume the service. You could sense him watching you, and distantly you heard him call your name. You couldn’t respond. Your voice was stuck in your throat.

Both anxious and panicked, you looked up at the sea of people watching you. Your gaze darted from face to face, until you landed on Dean. He was staring up at you in thinly veiled concern.

You okay? he mouthed.

You shook your head subtly. You had the undeniable conviction that if you let go of the podium, you would fall into a heap. You’d make an embarrassing scene at your grandpa’s funeral—something George definitely would’ve gotten a kick out of, if he was here.

My granddaughter, ladies and gentlemen. She can talk real well, but apparently she can’t walk at the same time.

Before you could choke out a laugh, followed shortly by hyperventilating, Dean got out of his seat and went up to the stage.

His supportive hand came to rest on the small of your back, while the other was offered to you palm facing up, next to where you had a death grip on the podium. You met his eyes, and he gave you a steady look. 

“You got this,” he said in a lowered voice.

You took his hand. He guided you off the stage and back into your seat. His lips pressed to your cheek.

“You did great,” Dean said quietly in your ear. “He’d be proud of you.”

You held onto his hand for the rest of the service.

Your big house was good for one thing: it made for a roomy reception.

Thank God you hadn’t had to cook yourself. Ellen had brought everything you might’ve wanted or needed by way of food and drinks, and true to Dean’s word, she’d given you what you suspected was a heavily discounted price. You’d tried to give her an extra tip earlier, but she’d folded the envelop and stuck it behind the neckline of your dress.

“We already covered payment, and I don’t wanna hear about it again,” Ellen said. “Now help me unwrap these chicken strips.”

You gave a tremulous smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Later, while Ellen went to grab the utensils and plates, you found yourself side by side with Jo in your kitchen. She gave you a smile that was both kind and reserved.

“I’m sorry about your grandpa,” she said, pausing on uncasing a container of sandwiches. Her blue eyes looked sincere.

“Thank you,” you replied. Your small smile was genuine as well. Until Andréa and Benny came in, with Dean right behind.

“Can we help?” Andréa asked. Her question was pointed, and filled with double meaning as her eyes met yours.

After a moment, you decided to swallow your pride for now. It was only a few more hours, and then your house would be empty.

“Can you get the dining table set up?” you asked.

Andréa nodded, but you stopped her before she could venture out into the dining room.

“Where’re you going?” you asked.

She shot you a frown. “To do what you asked.”

“Tablecloths are in the linen closet,” you reminded her. “You can grab the beige one.”

“Oh, I thought you would’ve taken that out already,” she said. As if you didn’t have a million other things to remember to do today.

“Well, it’s there,” you said, trying to be patient.

Andréa’s lips pursed. “In the linen closet? The one in the hall?”

You sighed as you finished unwrapping the second package of potato salad. Your patience thinned.

“No, the one in the attic,” you snipped dryly. You knew you were kind of being a bitch, but you could’ve grabbed the damn tablecloth yourself in this time.

Andréa agreed wordlessly and left the kitchen with clipped heels.

Meanwhile, Dean surveyed the scene between you and your friend, and sensed that something was off there. Even Jo shot him a subtle brow raise. Dean’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t want to say anything to you just yet. He knew you had a lot on your mind.

Instead, he glanced at Benny, who gave his friend a telling look.

Dean took in a breath. “Okay, uh. What else do you need, babe?”

You looked up at him, softening. “Maybe help Ellen bring in the drinks and stuff? She just went out to her car.”

Dean nodded. “Sure.”

He and Benny left the kitchen, giving Dean a chance to get the scoop.

“Something going on between Thelma and Louise? That was downright frosty back there,” he remarked.  

Benny scoffed. “What, you didn’t know?”

“Know what?” Dean asked.

“They had a big blow out a couple weeks ago.”

“Seriously? I didn’t hear a word about it.”

“Well that’s confoundin’,” Benny said, rubbing at his beard. “‘Cause I certainly did. In excruciating detail.”

Dean’s lips flickered at a smirk, but it soon faded.

After the lasts guests left the house, and the cleanup was done for the night, it got down to you and Dean alone in the house. Your family had never been a large one. Just you and your grandparents. And then, it had been just you and your grandfather for so long…

You now dreaded the moment that it would finally be just you.

At least tonight, you had your boyfriend. The two of you were watching a movie on the couch with another slice of leftover cake split between you. For once, you didn’t have the stomach for it. You let Dean polish off the plate.

He tossed it onto the coffee table and then paused the movie for a moment. He knew you weren’t really watching anyway. He rested a hand on your thigh, earning your attention.

“You given any more thought to a new car?” he asked. Yours had been totaled in the accident last month. Between Dean and Meg and Ellen bringing in food and supplies, you hadn’t needed to venture out of your house much ever since the accident.

Now, however, you heaved a sigh. You leveled him with honesty.

“Even with the insurance money left over, I’m not sure I can afford one after the funeral expenses.”

Dean inclined his head. “Okay, hear me out…Bobby owns a salvage yard.”

Your brows rose. “A junkyard?”

“Salvage yard,” he corrected. “He occasionally gets some good finds. I’ll comb through and look for something I can fix up for you.”

“Thanks, but…” You were grateful for him trying to help, but you still weren’t sure about adopting a “salvage yard” rescue car.

“You think I’m gonna put you in something that isn’t safe?” Dean asked, squeezing your thigh. The weight in his eyes sobered you.

“Okay, thanks. Let me know what you find,” you agreed. He nodded, but before he put the movie back on, he decided to broach something else.

“So, Benny filled me in on your little fight club moment with Andréa,” he said.

You sighed and leaned back on the couch, crossing your arms. “It wasn’t fight club.”

But an awkward silence fell between you and Dean as you didn’t offer anything more. He sighed and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“You guys had a falling out?” he asked.

Your brows knitted together. “You want to hear about my girl drama?”

Ordinarily? Not really, Dean could admit. He liked “tea” as much as the next person, but he wasn’t angling for drama so much as for your trust. He was still new to this whole “boyfriend” thing. But still, this felt like something you could’ve come to him with.

“Look, if you’re upset…for any reason, you can tell me,” he said. “Thinking that’s my job as the boyfriend.”

…Well, shit, you thought, as guilt sunk heavy in your chest. How could you argue with that? 

You sighed and threw your hands up, before they landed on his. You took his hand with both of yours.

“Well,” you said, “I broke up with my best friend.”

Dean blinked at that. That would definitely make it awkward to double date.

“Aw, you didn’t break up, did you?”

When you merely gave him a look, he nodded. “All right. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

You sighed, but you explained it to him. You told him about your ongoing frustrations with your friend’s self-centeredness, and her lack of self-awareness at times. And while you took responsibility for the way you’d gone off on her that day on your porch, a large part of you still felt justified. Even if that made you the “bitch.”

“Well, look. If this is something that you can’t get past, then I get it. Sometimes you needa cut people out,” Dean said eventually. “But I’m thinking, right now, you need support. Maybe she didn’t give it when you needed her, but maybe she’s hurtin’ about this too… At least, that’s what Benny says.”

At first, you frowned. Your throat was tight with emotion, probably from today, but maybe because he was saying things you had already been thinking, deep down. You just didn’t want to admit it.

“You just want us to smooth things over so it won’t make it awkward for you with your friend,” you shot back.

Dean frowned, raising placating hands. “That’s not what I said.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Come on. You know that’s not it.”

You wiped at your eyes, as they were starting to sting with unshed tears. You knew you weren’t being fair. He was just trying to help.

“Sorry,” you said, in a calmer voice. “…I’ll think about it, okay? Because you’re right. It’s not just her…I also just can’t shake this feeling. Like my world is getting smaller, and someday I’m going to be the only one left.”

And there it was. Yet another fear you didn’t want to admit. It was your worst fear: being alone.

You were hesitant to let your gaze leave your lap, to meet Dean’s. When you did, you were met by his softened look. He went for your hand again.

“Listen. You still have people,” he said. “Doesn’t matter if they’re related to you by blood or not. Real family’s gonna fight and bitch. But they’re also gonna be there, like your friend was today.”

You sighed heavily. Once again, you knew he was right. Despite the awfulness of your fight, Andréa had come to your grandfather’s funeral. She helped you set up for the reception, and she stayed until the last hour helping with the cleanup, along with Benny, Sam, Eileen, and the rest of Dean’s friends. They were now your friends too.

You nodded. “By the way, it was nice of Sam and Eileen to come. And Meg and Cas.” 

Dean smiled.

“They can be your people too,” he said. “If you want ‘em to be.”

You couldn’t help it. Your tears brewed and bubbled over. And you moved slowly across the couch to twine your arms around his neck. Dean’s lips tugged at a smile, and he welcomed you with an arm wrapping around your waist.

Both of you were still wearing the same clothes you’d been wearing all day; you in your black dress and Dean in his slacks and white buttoned-down shirt, though by now without the jacket, and the shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You were infinitely exhausted. But one thing had become clear to you over the past few weeks.

“Thank you. Thank you for today, and for every day since we met,” you said shakily. “Dean, I love you. I love you so damn much.”

Dean’s fingers tangled in your hair. A sigh expelled through his nose as he pressed a lingering kiss into your neck.

Warm. It felt warm in his chest. Almost overwhelming.

He’d been letting instinct guide him since the day he met you. So even though he hesitated to answer at first, he knew.

“I love you too,” he admitted. You held onto him that much tighter.

In hindsight, he’d already known. The day of the car accident, when you’d called him in tears and asked for his help, he realized just how much he’d do for you. The lengths he would go to make sure you were okay.

That you were safe, and his.

Nick Savage was an opportunist at heart.

Sure, he’d flunked out of college. Big fucking whoop.

Now he stood at the literal head of a multimillion-dollar company. He ruled in the very same office where he once sat on the floor as a ten-year-old kid, playing with his Batman action figure. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d watched his father hook new “clients” between glasses of scotch.

Now, Nick was the one making deals.

He stared out of the immense window of his office as he practiced his putting swing. These golf clubs had been a gift (to himself), and he thought he could’ve pursued it harder when he was younger, if he hadn’t lost focus in high school.

Maybe if his dad had attended even one of his games, he would’ve pursued sports past the varsity level. He had the talent. He could’ve gotten scouted…

Nick blew out a breath.   

“Well, this is what I like to see,” a droll voice said from the doorway. “A man hard at work.”

Nick’s head raised slowly. His brows twitched with surprise, but he soon covered it up with a hint of a dry smile.

“Welcome back, Dad,” Nick drawled. “Where were you? Venice? Greece?”

Daniel Savage was only slightly taller than his son. His build was broader, his blonde hair graying at the temples, but his blue eyes were sharp.

He dressed the part of a wealthy mogul: brown slacks, smart shoes, dark green turtleneck, with sleeves bunched up on his forearms, and a black Rolex on his wrist. Its watch face flashed in the afternoon light as he smoked a cigarette indoors. 

He stepped inside the office, letting Nick’s assistant close the door.

“The hottest fucking country known to man,” said Daniel. He cocked his head as he took in all the changes to his office. He noted the untidy bar area with a critical eye.

“It was fun,” he added. “Got a nice tan. But it was starting to chafe…you know why?”

Nick rolled his eyes and straightened from his putting. He leaned on his club.

“I have everything under control,” he said.

“You see, if that were true,” Daniel said. His slow but measured gait drew him closer to his son. He flicked a bit of ash from his cigarette onto Nick’s shoe. “I wouldn’t be here, now would I?”

“You didn’t have to come,” Nick said, subtly shaking off his shoe. He tried to maintain his nonchalance, but even now, his father’s gaze pinned his feet to the floor. “Everything’s fine. I’m handling it.”

Daniel paused for a moment. The cigarette was poised between two fingers while his arm crossed beneath his elbow. He stared at his son like he was trying to figure out where the hell he went wrong.

“You know how I know you’re lying?” Daniel asked.

He then smacked his son so hard up the head, it made Nick trip over his golf club. It skittered to the floor, and he had to catch himself on the nearby couch. His arm chafed against the brown leather.

“Fuck,” he yelped.

Daniel grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hauled him around, until he was leaning against the couch arm.

“Because you’re single-handedly driving my empire into the ground with stupid. Fucking. Mistakes,” Daniel said. His tone was calm and even, but deep in his eyes was hellfire. “Alastair can only do so much to clean up after you.”

Nick swallowed. “I thought…using your brand would send a message. Remind people that our name still has power.”

By that, of course, he meant the various kills he’d ordered in the past six months. Each marked with a burn on their body—a symbol that even now was etched on his father’s ring: two snakes devouring one another.

“My name,” Daniel corrected. “The problem is, you use my mark, people think you’re me. And…well, you’re not, are you?”

Nick’s gaze cut away.

“And I was on sabbatical for a reason,” Daniel reminded. “I was kinda supposed to be dead.”

He took a long drag of his cigarette. When he blew out the smoke, the smell reminded Nick of nights he spent in the back rooms of old bars and clubs as a kid, watching his father play cards with old “friends of the family.”

But sometimes, family friends shot one another over money owed and disrespected protocols. 

“Never kill your accountant, you idiot,” Daniel said. He punctuated this by tapping Nick hard on the chest, with the same two fingers that held his smoke. “The devil’s in the details. In this case, the numbers.”

Daniel shook his head and blew more smoke. “The cops are onto you…one in particular, in fact, who’s a few steps shy of pinning your ass against the wall.” 

And one step away from mine, his tone implied. Hence why he’d returned from sabbatical, Nick realized, with a sinking feeling.

Okay, maybe he’d fucked up putting the hit on Jerry Stillwell, but the grubby little man had been demanding a bigger cut for his “continuing silence.”

Daniel sighed and raised a hand to rub between his eyes. He turned towards the desk and put out his cigarette on an ashtray. 

“Technology’s gotten too good, Nicholas. It’s not like it was 30 years ago. Nowadays, when you start a damn fire, the cops tend to look at that shit a bit harder.”

Nick straightened up onto his feet. His hands clenched into fists with the same fire that always drove him: the desire to be useful. To be seen by his father. To matter. 

“The cop, I know who he is. It’s the same one that tried to burn you last time,” Nick said. “John Winchester.”

Daniel scoffed, giving a short nod. “I know. The man’s fucking obsessed.”

Nick smiled. “I’ve already been working on a plan with Alastair—”

“You’ll do nothing,” Daniel snapped. He glanced at his son over his shoulder. “From now on, I’m back in the saddle. Nothing happens without my word. That includes this company.”

Nick frowned at that. A trill of anger made his nails bite into his palms.

“Savage & Co. is mine,” he argued. “You gave it to me.”

“That’s right. I’m correcting that bit of oversight.”

“We’ve been margining the best profits we’ve ever had,” Nick said. He mentally scoured your latest sales report in his brain. “Our projections—”

“Don’t mean shit,” Daniel said. He turned on his heel, with a hand in his pocket. “You do realize that this building? It’s just a pretty face. The real magic happens behind the curtain.”

He took note of the gold pen showcased on Nick’s desk. He picked it up…and threw it as hard as he could towards the bar. Nick flinched as glass bottles of fine liquor shattered.

“As we speak, there are deals closing all over the world,” Daniel continued. “Shipments being made back and forth through customs, all perfectly legal, as long as it has this company’s stamp…but that’s all about to unravel. And evidently, the only one who can keep the entire goddamn operation from crumbling into nothing, is ME!”

Nick tried not to flinch again at his father’s raised voice. That brought back memories too.

His gaze lowered. Meanwhile, Daniel took pains to inhale deeply, taking more even breaths. His hand brushed back his hair, as if smoothing down proverbial ruffled feathers.

“It’s all right, son,” he said with a slippery smile. “Azazel’s back in town.”

The next morning marked your official first day back in the office. After a little over a month of working from home, it felt odd to actually get dressed in the “workwear” side of your closet, complete with slacks, blouse, flat shoes, and a blazer.

No more making yourself a nice breakfast at home. No more Dean dropping in on his off days to hang out during the day, making you feel like you weren’t completely alone in your old, too-big house.

Back to the office, where you had to be completely and 100% on your game. Or else you wouldn’t be taken seriously by the would-be Jon Hamms of your office.

However, for every floor that Betsy the elevator climbed, the more your stomach churned. For once, it wasn’t just because you didn’t want to deal with Nick. You genuinely just didn’t want to be here.

“Buck up sweetheart,” as your grandfather would often say, when he watched you pause at the front door, taking a breath before you left for the day.

“Give it your very best, and no matter what crap happens afterwards, you can’t be disappointed in yourself.”

You remembered his encouragements. His smile. The way he subtly reminded you not to be so hard on yourself. The way he always knew how to make you laugh when you were at your most exhausted, or discouraged. The way he’d been your best friend and your father all at once.

You let out a shaky sigh, and you stopped the elevator three floors before the 22nd.

Before you fully realized what you were doing, you found yourself standing in the doorway of Andréa’s cubicle. She looked up at you a bit startled at first. Her brows drew together, but then, she seemed to soften.

You must’ve looked like hell.

“Hey…is it your first day back to the office?” she asked.

You nodded, because you weren’t sure what would come out if you spoke. Your hands were shaking, you also realized.

Andréa’s hazel eyes gentled. She stood and went over to you, resting a hand on your arm. After a beat, she just took your hand. You bit your lip, and your eyes watered, meeting hers.

“You’re not ready to be here, are you?” she asked.

After a beat, you made a negative sound and shook your head.

“Okay. Let’s get you back to your office so you can put in your PTO. I know you’ve got days racked up, since you’re a workaholic.”

You gave a tremulous smile. You let her lead you out of her cubicle and back towards the elevators.

“Nick is going to be an asshole about it,” you said weakly.

Andréa threw her head back and scoffed. “Nick can suck my dick twice on a Tuesday.”

She had you laughing through your tears. Then laughing until your stomach hurt.

She chortled, though she shushed you when you two walked out into the main hallway. A couple of guys from Legal shot you strange looks, but you ignored them. The lawyers at your company were starch-pressed assholes. 

“Wanna grab brunch?” Andréa asked, when the elevator opened up for you two. 

I’m sorry, her gaze said. You gave her a softer smile, accompanied by a nod.

Me too. You squeezed her hand. You two could talk the rest out later, but for now, you just wanted peace.

“Yeah, but for the love of God, not Geraldo’s,” you replied. “Last time, I think I got food poisoning just from the salad bar.”

Andréa laughed and pressed the floor for your office.

“Oh, hun. That’s what you get for eating rabbit food.” 

Bit by bit, you started to pick up the pieces of yourself.

You ended up at Dean’s apartment more often than not, as being at home made your skin crawl with loneliness most nights.

He and Sam always welcomed you. In fact, Dean got a kick out of trading off cooking dinner with you. And you had to admit, he made a damn good burger.

So you decided to do something you hadn’t done in months. You grabbed every pan the brothers had, flour, eggs, sugar, salt, and the two leftover apples that looked like they were just about to turn. You started peeling them.

Meanwhile, Dean watched you spark to life as you baked in his kitchen. He sat from his corner at the dining table, still able to see you with his iPad in hand. A slow smile grew across his face.

“Apple pie?” he asked.

You looked up at him. “Apple cake. I don’t think I can compete with your mom’s recipe.”

“Damn, I really wish we had it,” he said. “I’d trust you do to it right.”

You tossed him a smile back. “Well, that’s high praise. Maybe one day I’ll give it a try…I don’t think I’ve made pie in a while.”

Dean watched you mix ingredients, whipping up a storm with the wooden spoon in the bowl. You dearly missed your Kitchen Aid mixer.

“You guys really need a better arsenal up in here,” you muttered. “Feel like I’m a damn Quaker churning butter over here.”

Your boyfriend burst out laughing. You looked up at him, your lips tugging back into a smile. You hadn’t even meant to make him laugh, but at least someone thought you were funny.

Dean tilted his head thoughtfully while he scrolled through football highlights on the small screen.

“Well, if you’re going to be over here more often, guess I’m gonna have to step up my game,” he said, “hit up a Homegoods.”

Your smile started to fall, as something occurred to you. “Oh, you don’t have to do all that.”

Dean noticed the shift in you, with a frown of his own.

“What?” he asked. You glanced over at him.

“Nothing, just…” You sighed. Hands on your hips, you paused in your churning to turn towards him. “It’s okay that I’ve been hanging out here more often, right? I mean…you’ll tell me if you need space. Or if Sam—”

Dean held up a hand. “Hold up. I’m gonna stop you right there.”

He set down his iPad on the table and got up from his seat. He joined you in the kitchen, letting his hand skim the counter as he drew into your personal space. You looked up at him and unconsciously held your breath.

Dean stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Have I said or done something to make you think I don’t want you here? Has Sam?”

You frowned, but you shook your head. “No, baby. I just want to make sure I’m not…I don’t know, overstaying my welcome.”

His eyes met yours frankly. “You’re not.”

His hand fell from your face, just to bring you in close by your waist. He dropped a kiss onto your forehead.

“I’d just be worrying about you over there anyway. Alone in that big house,” he admitted.

You blew out a breath and leaned into him, resting your hands against his chest.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Grandpa told me to sell it, but…I don’t know if I can do that.”

Dean didn’t want to tell you what to do here. Personally, he thought you’d be better off selling it, both for practical reasons and for your own wellbeing. But he could also understand the sentimental side of it too.

“Well, you’ve got time to figure it out,” he said.

You nodded. A smile returned to your face, and you looked up at him.

“But first, cake,” you said.

Dean smiled down at you. He could certainly live with that.

He later moaned while sampling said confection. The apple and spices were the perfect ratio of sweetness to softness. The cake was buttery and delicious. And you really were talented, he thought.

“I’m telling you, babe, you really need to get back into this,” he said around another bite. “I mean professionally. Who needs corporate assholes when you’ve got cinnamon apples?”

Sitting across from him at the dining table, you giggled at the sight of this massive man child with his mouth full. Though he might’ve had a point…maybe it was time to revisit your “pipe dream.” Or at least the very thing you went to school for.

If only working at a bakery slinging pastry dough paid the same as your sales job.

“This was my grandma’s recipe,” you told him. “She’s the one who taught me how to cook, how to bake.”

Dean made a “top notch” symbol with his hand. “She sure knew what she was doin’.”

Your good humor soon faded, though you tried to hide it. You were tired of bringing down the people around you. You wanted to just be yourself again…but it seemed your heavy heart wouldn’t let you.

You realized you hadn’t succeeded when Dean’s hand fell over yours. You looked up and met his eyes. They asked a question without speaking as his thumb rubbed over the back of your hand.

“My family’s gone, Dean,” you said wearily, fighting the tears stinging in your eyes.

You still technically had extended family members, but most of them had always looked down at your grandparents, after seeing how they’d “failed” with your mother, then raised the daughter she’d had from a one-night stand she’d met in a bar. Those same people had pitied you when you were young, and barely looked you in the eyes at both of your grandparents’ funerals.

So in your mind, the only real family you had was gone.

But Dean squeezed your hand.

“No,” he said. “They’re right here. In these hands.”

Once again his thumb swept across the back of your knuckles. “You’ve still got what they gave you. Your mind, your spirit, and a lot of other things that make you, you…”

His lips pulled at a smile.

“And you’ve still got me,” he added.

Slowly, you smiled back. You leaned over and held his face in your hands, stroking his stubble covered cheeks.  

“That I do,” you said, and your voice only shook a little. “Thank God for that.”

When you kissed him, it felt as natural as taking a breath. You two had shared tender moments in the past few weeks, born of pain and comfort. But this time had a spark of hunger as your hand drifted down his neck.

Dean kissed you back, pleasantly surprised by the demand of your tongue. He hummed in question, though he gripped your arms to keep you close.

You answered him by licking further into his mouth, kissing him deeper. You broke for a moment, just to meet his eyes. The heat in his was familiar, prickling delightful sensations across your skin. Especially when he dragged you into his lap and continued to devour you against the kitchen table.

Your hands slipped under his black Henley and between the muscles in his back. Some of them twitched under your touch, and you let your nails drag slowly back down his spine.

Fuck, he shuddered. It felt nice (and arousing), but it reminded him of other times your nails had raked across his back.

He gripped your thighs tight, and he contemplated laying you out right here on the dining table, for all he cared. Matter of fact, he’d eat apple cake off your body, if you were down for it.

Unfortunately, that was when Sam finally unlocked the door and got home from work. He caught you and Dean breathless and pupils wide, your hair frizzy and your shirt halfway up over your bra. You hastily tugged it down, while he did the same for himself.

Meanwhile, Sam just rolled his eyes.

“You do have a room, you know,” he said wryly.

Dean cleared his throat and shot you a meaningful look. You nodded, slipping off his lap. But you grabbed his hand and pulled him up with you.

Dean shot his brother a wink over his shoulder. “When the room’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.”

Sam scoffed. “As if I’d give myself that kind of family trauma.”

“Leftovers are in the fridge, Sam!” you called, even though you were halfway down the hall with Dean on your heels.

Sam huffed as he heard your squeal, followed by a door slamming shut. And yet, he smiled. His brother might’ve become part of the “happily committed,” but some things just didn’t change.

Afterwards, you really felt nothing but peace.

Your head rested on your arms, across Dean’s lap. You were comfortable and naked and tangled in his sheets, while he soothed a hand through your wild hair. Ace Ventura played on the TV, and you enjoyed listening to him laugh.

You were too tired, physically and emotionally, to be as vocal. Your body shook in silent laughter, goaded on by his. And that was enough for Dean.

It was enough for you too.

AN: 🥹 I hope you enjoyed that bit of hurt/comfort at the end there, but really throughout this. Dean's really proved himself, hasn't he? But let's talk about "Azazel"...

Did you like the reveal? It changes how you look at Nick, huh?

Well, he's about to get worse.

(Don't worry too much though. There will be protective!Dean.)

Next Time:

He grabbed your arm. “Hey, we didn’t get a chance to catch up tonight.”

You shoved his hand off of you.

“Don’t you ever in your life touch me again,” you warned him. Your eyes were as hard as your voice. “I don’t think there’s anyone on the planet—no. In the whole damn universe who sickens me more than you, Nick Savage.”

Nick straightened a little, frowning at you. Whatever he saw in your gaze, he didn’t seem to like the challenge.

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that game sounds so fun oml where was that when i was in high school!?

absolutely, i think we all have a different definition of the absolute meaning of life but yeah i totally agree, being a good person day-to-day and putting out good vibes and karma into the universe is why we’re here for such a long time, it’s a long process with the smallest details and the biggest impacts.

what books do i like reading? recently i read seven husbands of evelyn hugo and i just bawled my way through it, it was divine. i’ve also been discovering some classics or “must be read at some point in a lifetime books that have made their way onto my tbr. daisy jones and the six was also a great read.

my current read is lucky by a woman who’s name i can’t remember 😅 it’s about a criminal on the run who wins the lottery but can’t cash her ticket in bc she will be jailed for all of her crimes. i’m only 8 chapters in at the moment but it’s pretty good so far.

seven titles on my tbr that i’m looking forward to read are the grapes of wrath, if beale street could talk, sharp objects, american psycho, mrs bridge, midnight library, and i’m glad my mom died which i know will break me when i get around to it haha.

do i have a wip? absolutely, for the past year or so i’ve been trying to write a book i’ve currently titled “ourselves” and it’s about five female friends who live in melbourne, australia who try to save a beloved family diner from breaking point and shutting down. i have a few other ideas for when i hopefully get ourselves written and on the bestseller list 😅 gonna be hard to do that seeing as i’ve only written one chapter of the book so far, but we take things slowly bc it’s a journey, it doesn’t need to be rushed. all the best things take time, right? rome wasn’t built in a day.

i’ll leave you with three questions tonight;

are there any quotes that you try to live your life by?

three things you would ask for if a witch showed up while you were on a desert island?

where would you like to be in life in 10 years?

stay cool, bud! - k :)

(once again, long answer)

You have good taste in books, I love Evelyn Hugo :D

Also I'm obsessed with your WIP, I love family diners, I will buy a copy the second it exists!! And exactly, no need to rush, everything happens in its own time.

1. Quotes I try to live my life by? Oooooooh that's a tricky one, I had to go back to the Pinterest board I made when I was 14 to jog my memory 😅

> "If you're ever worried about not being a good person, remember that bad people don't care about improving" and that helps me be a little kinder to myself when I'm reflecting on my flaws and stuff like that,

> a quote from a Great British Bake Off series several years ago, "Always do your best, and everyone's best is different. You can't always be the best, but you can always do your best."

2. To be saved within the next 24 hours, adequate shelter and something to pass the time with :D

3. I can't even imagine life in 7 months from now where I'll be starting university 😅 but I guess I'd like to have a job I enjoy, enough disposable income, time and energy on the weekends to engage in my hobbies and do fun things and be in a steady long-term relationship, if not already engaged or married, some lofty dreams there but above all I hope I'm happy and less busy :)

Thank you once again for the asks, do you have any short/medium/long term goals that you're working towards? (idk I'll just say that short = within a year's time, medium = 2-5 years' tine and long = 5+ years' time)

Have a nice evening!!

[wdwmarveldisney]

....so it's my first time watching teen wolf all the way through (I've never seen it before) and I've just reached all the void stiles stuff and where he's at Eichen House and like....omg but also it got me thinking....and idk if you wanna write this or not or just scream into the void w me (bud dum tsssss) but like imagine a wolf in eichen house finding stiles to be her like soulmate/mate and then he gives into void so all she thinks is thay void is the mate when it's not cause it'd just be the vessel....anyway I'm screaming at my TV haha

My Mate

Void/Stiles x werewolf!reader

Summary: Eichen House, or rather known as Echo House, has been your place of residence for a couple of years now. You never expected to meet your mate there.

Masterlist

A/N: Ok four things. One, I absolutely can’t wait for to reach later seasons. Two, it is very much omg and I know it’s wrong to just love that plot but like I’m past caring. Three, love the pun and I will a hundred percent do that with you. And four, I hope this is okay, not sure if I’ve done Void right.

Part two is here.

GIF isn’t mine

Eichen House wasn't exactly your average mental institution. It was filled with supernatural people as well as oblivious humans. You'd been there for a while, year or two you think. You lost count of the months a little while ago. All you knew was that your parents saw you lose control a couple of times and had put you in there. It didn't feel a good enough reason to shove you into a mental institution but you knew they were terrified of you. Yeah, that hurt but you couldn't blame them.

Your fingers fiddled with the blades of grass as you sat there, eyes fixed on the people who walked around in front of you. Your gaze focussed on Oliver when you heard the new voice and your eyes widened in shock at the boy next to him. He was talking animatedly, hands flying around as he ranted and Oliver listened and you just kind of knew in that second.

Sometimes it happened. Werewolves had mates and for some, they had to get to know a person before they know that they are mates but for others, it can just click. It can be one glance and suddenly, you could just feel the pull. Your old alpha said that it was the most compatible ones, like soulmates. Some were just destined, written in the stars. You called bullshit but seeing him there, you decided she had to of been right because there was no other explanation for what you felt.

You wanted to go over and talk to him, say hi and introduce yourself but then what would you do? 'Oh yeah, by the way, I'm your mate and we should really get to know each other'. 'Cause you can really say that to a total stranger. It just so happened he caught you staring and you used your supernatural abilities to listen in to their conversation. "Who's that?" You could see him point to you and Oliver grin when his gaze settled on you. The two of you were kind of friends over the whole you'd been here. "Oh that? That's Y/N. She's really nice," The boy gave a small nod and he seemed to just be as lost for words as when you saw him. "I'm going to go talk to her," he mumbled after a few beats of silence and began to make his way over.

You panicked. I mean your mate who you hadn't even met yet was deciding to walk over and introduce himself and you were sitting there playing with grass? Not exactly the best impression. So your head fell and you fingers began to pluck at the grass instead of twirl it. Your leg bounced and your tongue ran over your lips repeatedly. Not looking up until he stood in front of you, you missed the nervous glance to Oliver and the way he seemed to hit one hand into the other repeatedly.

"Hey," it was like one of those moments in a movie or tv show where the camera slowly travels up, starting at the feet and when it reaches the face, you just kind of fall in love. You took note of the baggy jeans, loose T-shirt and heavy jumper. Notice the way he clicked his fingers in front of his chest and how he seemed to bounce on his feet. And then you saw his face, and you were a goner. Whiskey eyes and small smile and quite little moles and raised eyebrows with his head tilted to the left. Though feeble, you managed a small, "Hi," back, hand raising in an awkward wave.

"I, um, saw you staring," it was like your senses flooded back in then, anxiety practically suffocating you. There was a hint of confusion and something else you couldn't pick up on. Eyebrows pinching together in befuddlement, you let your head fall to the side and nose scrunch slightly as you sniffed. Yeah, you were pretty obvious but he was going to have to find out sooner or later. Except you saw the realisation on his face, mixed with this defensive look in his eyes.

"Are you a...?" His hand waved around in front of him, as if gesturing to a word only he could see but you got the idea, "Werewolf? Mhm," you paused a second before sticking your hand out, "Y/N," he stared at your hand, debating what to do and he seemed lost in thought until you shook it slightly and effectively snapped him out of his daze. His hand slipped into yours and you gave a half shake before pulling back and waiting for him to say his name, "Um, Stiles,"

"Well, it's nice to meet you Stiles," you jumped up then, giving him one last smile before leaving a very confused him behind. And you didn't see him for the rest of the day. Not until that new werecoyote, Malia, was leading to the basement. Curiosity got the better of you and so you followed. Malia stayed for a while but then she had to cause a distraction so she had to go so it was just you and awkward Stiles. To be fair to him, you were pretty awkward too but because of what you knew. "Do you know what you're looking for?" You watched him closely, trying your hardest not to focus on the anxiety that seemed to suffocate you. "Something to do with that," he showed you a symbol, noticing your eyebrows pinching together and head falling to the side and he realised that was a very cute habit of yours. Your eyes trailed back to him, lips pursed, "What does it mean?"

"Self," you gave a small nod, going back to what you were looking through before pausing again. He barely gave you anything there, you still had no clue what all this breaking rules is for. So you decided there's no harm in asking, "Maybe you should tell me more?" Stiles looked up to you, smiling faintly at the raised eyebrow and slight light to your eyes. The smile slowly faded and he turned back to the papers, "You might not like me if you know any more..." Your face said it all, it perfectly conveyed how ridiculous that was to you. What the hell was he on? "Try to remember that my whole family is terrified of me and I almost killed my dad," And that you're my mate. You decide against saying it not wanting to freak him out, "I won't judge. I promise,"

He didn't say much more to that, other than an incredibly brief explanation, carrying on with searching until you spoke up again, "This place definitely used to be a lot more fun- electroshock... ice baths... trephination?" He ignored the fact you called it fun, instead focusing on the question you had asked, loving the look you had done once more. Why was it so beautiful on you? Anyone else and he wouldn't care but you? That's a whole other story. "That's what Oliver was talking about. Trephination is when they drill into your head," your lips formed a small 'o' as you looked back to the sheet before your nose scrunched up in distaste, "No wonder they don't want anyone down here..."

There was a slam of papers and your head shot up to stare at him, frowning at the disappointment and increase in anxiety that filled the room, "There's nothing here," you heard the huff and reached out to place your hand on his shoulder, not sure how to comfort someone. Your whole body tensed, eyes widening in fear you were doing it wrong. Stiles sent a quick glance your way before signing again, "Could you do me a favor? Could you just check the lines on my back?" A curt nod from you made him turn and you gently lifted his top slightly, internally freaking. "Just tell me if they're fading?"

And they were, they were fading quick and you frowned again, "Yeah, they're almost gone," you took a second to watch his face fall and smell his chemosignals before your frown deepened, "I'm guessing that's bad?" He hummed slightly in affirmation so you slowly pulled his top back down, fingers grazing his back. You flinched back, hand quickly holding over your other as you gave a surprised him a sheepish smile, "Oh, sorry. I'm kinda always cold," a small nervous laugh left your lips as he turned to you, hands hovering above your own, "That's okay. Here-"

He almost winced when his fingers intertwined with yours, making sure you knew he was okay with a small grin, "Boy, you really are," you both gave awkward laughs, neither sure what to do. You seemed closer than before and you could feel your heart hammer against your chest. You could hear Stiles falling into a similar beat as you draw little circles on his hand with your thumb. It was supposed to calm you down but it wasn't really working. You saw his gaze flicker down to your lips and back up and your whole brain just shouted screw it. Next thing you knew, you were kissing him or at least trying. When he kissed back it was a lot easier given that you just followed his lead.

You were the first to pull away, grinning madly when he chased your lips. Quiet quickly surrounded the two of you until he sighed lightly, "Was that your first kiss?" Heat rose to your cheeks as you gave an embarrassed nod and smile. He grinned back, fingers pulling away to fiddle with yours. He seemed anxious still, "Was it okay?" You looked shocked by the question, head snapping up to nods rather aggressively making him laugh lightly. "You want to try it again?" This time the response wasn't immediate, face leaning into where his fingers grazed your cheek. You contemplated whether what you were about to do was a good idea before you gave a small huff and shook out your shoulders.

"I want to try something else,"

"Something else...?" He shut up when your lips were back on his, a lot more passionate this time. Things were heated, your hands sliding up his back under his top making him shiver slightly. You pulled away again to pull off your top, his eyes immediately dropping making you giggle. And then he was kissing you again and laying you back on the sofa.

Safe to say it wasn't so awkward when the two of carried on making out and it didn't get awkward when you had sex either. You admitted to Stiles about the whole mate thing, explaining it to him and he eventually understood. There was something about that was just right. He wanted to help people, keep them safe. He was funny and kind and smart. He was silly and making small jokes where possible but if other people's safety was in his hands, he was not going to let anything happen to them. He was a hero who was just so normal. He wasn't all out good, no person ever will be. Maybe it was how real and down to earth he is that makes him so perfect. So you just talked until you went back to the searching.

"Stiles..." he missed your small mumble as you looked around for the source, "Do you hear that?" You spun to face him, noticing how he held a photo up, eyes fixed. He was so in tranced by it, "This is him," you frowned, trying to get a better look at the photo by putting your head on his shoulder, "The Nogitsune?" You grabbed another photo from the same pile and held it up for him, "Recognize them?" He scanned the picture, not sparing you a single glance as his eyes focused in on one person, "One of them...I have to get this to Scott,"

And then you were both knocked out and Oliver was threatening to actually drill through your head unless Stiles 'gave over control'. You weren't sure what he was on about but Stiles seemed to get it. "You did this. You got into his head," you couldn't see who he was speaking to, eyes barely open as your head lolled to the side. He was giving you a panicked look and you wished you had the strength to send him a comforting smile back but god your head hurts. Everything was quiet for a while as Stiles eyes followed the thin air as he struggled against the restraints. A quiet groan left your lips as you glanced to Oliver holding a drill and then your eyes were closing again but you weren't blacking out. "Just let her go,"

He began to struggle harder, eyes meeting your heavy ones with a desperation in his eyes as he tried to tug free repeatedly with his hand. After a long silence, save Oliver's heavy breaths and the sound of the drill, Stiles spoke up again, "Just let her go, please," his voice shook but you barely registered that. How could your head hurt this much? How had you not healed? Consciousness was falling through your fingers like sand passing through a hour glass, time moving too fast. Once more he shouted, voice strained as he just began to struggle harder and shake with fear, "Just let her go, please!"

And then he was silent. There was a sound similar to a small sob and then he was quiet and all you heard was the drill. You could feel Oliver push it closer to your head and incoherent mumbles began to leave you, begging for him to stop. You couldn't keep your eyes open, fighting off the wave of exhaustion and pain. All you could feel was dread, filling your veins like an ice and freezing you in place. Fingers twitching, you couldn't help the regret and shame binding with the dread to cause a nausea within you and suppressing the pain. And then you heard his voice except it wasn't. There was this laced evil into his words making goosebumps rise and shivers trail down your spine, breath hitching in fear.

"Oliver,"

"Stiles?" Your senses came flooding back in as you faced the two, noticing just how different Stiles was. Oliver was out in a second and then Stiles approached you, undoing your restraints and helping you out of the chair. He didn't ask if you were okay, didn't scan you over like you imagined he would. This time his touch was ice, you tensing simply at his fingers trailing up your arms. He was different. He wasn't Stiles, he was someone else entirely. He was cold, inside and out, this spark in his eyes showing his true nature, pure evil. He didn't seem to care for others or even himself, he was completely inhuman. Emotionless and lifeless. Just a shell, despite the hidden chaos of corruption and trickery just waiting to burst free. If this was always a part of him, maybe this was who you were meant to be with. Maybe that's why you met now. Maybe this was it for you and just like everything else in your life, it completely and totally sucks.

Why does life always go terrible for you?

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Compilation of Every Angst Moment in HIG (The Anniversary Video)

Yes, even the ones hidden behind jokes. Let me be.

CW: Brief mention of internalized homophobia, self-deprecating jokes from the episode, and MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

Thomas and the Series as a Whole

Janus's entire opening monologue. Basically called out how chocked-full of angst this series is.

Thomas, in reply to Roman: "Theater man. I'm an adult man." A nice callback (oops, sorry Roman) to the Growing Up episode. Thomas is still defensive of his role as an adult and how he (and others) perceive himself.

The Valentines' video callback (did it again. So, so sorry Roman). That entire bit. Past internalized homophobia getting acknowledged, me thinks.

Thomas: "How will they change in the years to come? How will they grow?" The same look of pensiveness Roman had (to be elaborated later) flashes across his face. "How will I grow?" Aaaand the rest of the ending monologue from there. All I'm getting is that growing up, in every sense of the word, has been and still is a sensitive topic for c!thomas.

Thomas: "'Cause we still might not know if we know ourselves as well as we could." A hint at more undiscovered sides and also at how almost all aspects of him are kind of in shambles at the moment (after the fiasco that was POF)

Hehehe orange go brrrrr

Logan

Logan has a wine problem at this point. It's pretty funny, I know, but . . . Logan, bud.

Janus: "Oh, and Logan. You can totally see how he's your sense of reason. Especially when he makes mistakes."

Logan, talking about what has changed for the past five years: "Some examples being us, generally, talking to each other more respectfully, and leaving behind past toxic behaviors. Of course, there's still work to be done on that front. The talking may be there, but the listening is another story."

Logan: "I do regret throwing that paper at puppet-Roman. It was immature of me." We actually clearly see that regret in LNTAO [LNTAO 16:05]. Logan holds maturity at a high standard (evident in Growing Up), so naturally he'd regret displaying immaturity especially in an episode where he was already feeling much like a joke.

When Thomas asks "What's next for us?", Logan answers: "You tell me." Logan doesn't give a suggestion anymore, when he usually would, because he realized that Thomas (much like most of us, admittedly) rarely listen to our sense of logic fully. So why bother, right? Best to leave it to Thomas because, like he implied in LNTAO, his inputs are just for formality.

Or I could just be pushing it 😅

Thomas: "But we really have gone through so many changes. I mean, heck. Compare Logan's behavior at the start of the series to now--" Oh, boy. Oh, boy. I don't think I need to elaborate on that one haha. ha. *cries*

Patton

Janus: "There's my new bestie, Patton, who's always been so good at keeping you in check."

Patton: "Ah yeah, Nico. He seems . . . nice. Looking forward to getting to know him." And yet he says this with so much uncertainty and almost a hint of fear. Is he still traumatized from the last heartbreak? A reference to how affected and wounded he was as depicted in Moving On 1 & 2?

Patton: "Regrets? Oh, I have a few. Like, not sharing my feelings with the others. Especially when I was sad." Said right before deflecting it to boys' nights and ice cream. He still has not gotten rid of his deflecting/repressing habit.

Patton, in response to "What's next for us?": "I think things are just gonna . . . keep getting better." Then he gives a split-second scowl [14:45]. "Right? If we keep communicating." All about the body language here. Upturned brows, downturned lips, shrugging shoulders, unanimated, downcast arms and hands. Thomas' heart himself is skeptical of the future. Not so positive anymore, are we Pat?

Virgil

Virgil: "Five years of putting up with me."

Virgil: "I'd say communication for me is, uh, better. Totally. A hundred percent able to communicate my feelings now like a champ. No problemo," he says, with such unsure features and eyeshadow dark like the night.

Virgil still downgrades, denies, or waves off his issues, basically.

An entire, drop-down list of regrets. But we all expected that.

This one is a large "maybe" but when Virgil said he regretted the boiled carrots, I'm wondering if he actually meant regretting that leap of faith he did by pushing Thomas to talk to Nico. He was obviously still anxious about something by the end of FwSA so it may be possible.

"Achieving consciousness" . . . Virge-- (Also let me appreciate that Virgil said his regret list in reverse alphabetical order, ending it in the As)

Virgil in response to the sides appreciating him: "It's nice to know that they think they feel that way." Still not fully absorbing the genuine acceptance he already received (while the other two dark sides are still grasping to be accepted).

Roman

Wonder how much of those tears at the start were him just acting.

Janus: "Despite our differences, I personally see ourselves in this lovely friendship. Akin to me being the Voltaire to his Rousseau." Listen I tried searching for this but couldn't find much but I found out from @lollingtothemax and the internet that both of them practically went at each other with opposing views. Voltaire also hated and denounced the (Roman) Catholic Church so have that as a bonus. Please HMU if you know more.

Roman "DON'T, use the word 'callback' around me" Sanders (then immediately deflecting the topic into a comfort zone: music and theater)

Roman getting very defensive about the Bubba Gump Shrimp line because he gets reminded of a failure (even if just a small one).

Related to the one above, he immediately says "I need to cool off. Switching topics. . ." then switches it to another comfort zone: Love, aka Nico. He and Patton like to deflect a lot, don't they?

Roman: "What? Me? Regret?" *pulls out wedding cake stock image* "I have one regret."

He is still very much heartbroken about the wedding-callback disaster. It's been a while. He's still not okay help him dear fck. At the very least, he's admitting the fact that he's lamenting it ("I needed something to look upon whilst I lament!"). So, yay?

Roman: "It's amazing how much has changed in five years. I'd like to think that I've grown. It's been nice getting to understand each other better, at least. Patton (eh), Logan (eh), and Virgil (smiles)." It feels like at this point Virgil is the only point of anchoring, comfort, and certainty Roman has, shipping aside. Much like Patton, Roman's all about the body language this episode.

Roman: "I will be the son. The hotshot. Whose only dream . . . is to be a star," Roman says, with a pensive look upon his face and eyes that forget for a moment that the camera is its audience.

Roman, in response to "What's next for us?": "We seal the deal with Nico and we live happily ever after," he declares with nervous laughter. "Simple."

You think I'm exaggerating my narrations here but I swear Roman's expressions are that well-acted out. You really see what he's feeling.

Janus

Janus about Virgil: "There's not much to say there." (Which could be interpreted as Janus saying there is something to be said there, but he would rather just . . . not)

Janus's bitterness about the Lies song is pretty funny but can also be part of the underlying thing the dark sides have about still not being accepted. More of that in Remus's part.

Janus lamenting the lack of attention to detail when he impersonates another side (but ever since Roman told him tips on how to impersonate them well in SvS, Janus has been getting better at it. We barely saw any discrepancies between him and Logan in POF and the Patton he did for HIG was spot-on.)

Janus in response to "What's next for us?": "Oh, who's to say? Heartbreak? Betrayal? You won't be bored, I can tell 'ya that." Which kind of saddens me that he already expects these to happen. Or rather, he expects these to happen so he can spare himself (and the others, hopefully) at least some of the pain when it ever does happen. They've been through so much that Janus has learned to expect and lean towards the worst.

Remus

Remus: "Oh, you mean the three videos I was in?"

Remus: "Do you know how bored I was before you decided to confront me?"

Remus in response to "What's next for us?": "And I shall be learning to better receive acceptance and praise."

I know these were more of jokes but there are some theories getting thrown around about Remus wanting acceptance. At least Janus seems to be getting some portion of that acceptance now but, for Remus . . . The fact that he has appeared in the least number of episodes until now, as well as everyone's current view of him, are quite telling that acceptance is still out of his reach. He's still waiting for it. From the others, from his own brother, and from Thomas.

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Wooh! A lot, noh? I honestly should have expected this, and yet dshfdksj. Feel free to add anything more I might have left out or just share your thoughts!! Happy fifth anniversary indeed to Sanders Sides and here's to more angst (and happy endings) coming our way!

[karasimpno]

hiii omg I love ur blog so much it hurts fr... can I request some hcs for kenma, kageyama, kuroo and tsukki w/ a s/o that (stay w me here) has like massive boobs . but gets super insecure ab them bc ppl (mainly girls) make them feel bad ab them?? if that makes sense?? like “don’t complain omg” and also she just feels like they look bad lol but yeah some fluff/some nsfw ones maybe??? ik you have like preferences on who u like to write nsfw for so you can choose like who gets what and how they’d react :’)))) totally not from personal experience haha 😀 ANYWAY— ty in advance ur perfect & ily

omg this is such a sweet sweet compliment thank you hun!!! of COURSE anything for someone so sweet omg! I have huge tits myself so this was nice :) I’m sorry this took so long I really wanted to reply almost instantly but yknow.... life 😭😭😭 I feel like I could write more on this topic so let me know if u want me to go into more detail on a specific character

Making their SO feel better about her tits Contains: Kenma, Kageyama, Kuroo, and Tsukki

Generally -

All these guys are obSESSED with you

They think you’re so beautiful, every inch of you, and they still find it hard to believe that they snagged someone as good-looking as you

I think it’s funny you listed these characters in this order because I also think they’re in ascending order of how sexual their reaction would be from fluffy to more smutty:)

Also all of these guys have HUGE hands and long fingers so....they love getting their hands full ;)

Spicy below the cut

Kenma

Not the best in the comforting department, so he’ll make jokes about how flat chested he is in comparison (he doesn’t have bokuto’s mommy milkers that’s for sure) and how you have enough boobs for the both of you, and he loves that

He tells you you make the perfect pillow for him when he’s gaming:

I feel like y’all would laze around a lot, and his favorite positions are either laying perpendicularly to you with his head on your chest and your hand on his stomach OR he really loves when you sit behind him and he can slump down on you

So cozy, he’ll cuddle right up with you after

Kageyama

He sort of short-circuits when he learns people make you feel bad about them

He’s a little thick so he just cannot fathom why people would do that because he just thinks your tits are the best. Literally the most perfect things in the world (does he have a lactation kink? you decide)

He finally lands on realizing they’re just jealous and he smirks that signature smile of his when he realizes that he gets to be the one to tell you that

He’s a little shy about it too and gets all blushy but he’s comfortable with you so telling you he’s crazy about your tits? It’s an honor. And once he opens up? He’ll go into detail. About every last thing he loves about your tits

Kuroo

Kuroo is dumbstruck for a minute, yes, but then he gets mad

Not that he’d let on, though, he knows the important thing is making you feel good about yourself

So he’d put on a cocky smirk and pull you close, pinning you with his stare

“are you gonna let those other girls’ idiocy make you feel bad? or are you gonna let me make you feel good - and remind you just how sexy your tits are?” he breathes, and before even allowing you to respond, he has you pushed up against the wall, a hand under your blouse

He’ll kiss you till you’re breathless and panting, then pull away with a smirk, knowing exactly where this is heading

“Now remind me what exactly you feel bad about?”

Tsukki

Tsukki’s immediate reaction is to draw you to bed to show you just how much he loves your tits

There’s nothing he loves more than sucking on your nips, so he’s quick to rid you of your top and bra, slinking his long body over yours and getting straight to work

His long, nimble fingers ghost over your skin and while he attaches his mouth to one of your already-hardened buds, he uses his fingertips to tease and play with the other, making it impossibly hard and sensitive

He lightly scrapes his teeth across your skin, attempting to draw as much of your plush tits into his mouth, hungry noises emanating from him

He could stay like this for hours, just playing with your tits alone - he’ll make you forget about any bad feeling you had (and tear those girls to shreds if you don’t)

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[mypoisonedvine]

“Reader and Steve end up exposed to something on a mission that cause them to body swap. It would be hot as hell if one of them was seeing Bucky too and he decides to have fun with their misfortune. “

I just want to say how much i loved this one shot u did. it was phenomenal. in the story it says how steve was playing with himself in the readers body and he had to push away bucky at one point. is it possible u can do a drabble on that scene?

haha omg yesss this is a great idea, glad you liked the original! read part 1 here

steve wanted to keep his hands to himself... and he knew he should... but they weren’t even really his hands.

the best thing about it being your hands is that they knew exactly what to do; exactly which spots to tease and pinch and rub in slow, gentle circles.

steve had long dreamed of the day he’d get the chance to memorize your body, to learn about all the things that made you moan and whimper and beg.  now he had it all right in front of him, and he wanted to feel you so bad.  but it was wrong.  it was so, so wrong.

there was a reason steve had never actually gotten the chance to touch you like this-- because you didn’t want him to.  if you did, you would’ve said so.  

yet he could feel need pulsing between his legs, and it was totally unlike how his body had experienced this before.  this was so much more... intense.  and when he gave in and actually touched the swollen little bud that had been throbbing for his attention, it was indescribable.

his whole body-- or, your whole body-- jolted instantly, with an arched back and a bitten lip.

“fuck,” he gasped, loving how it sounded in your voice.  he couldn’t have predicted how perfect your moans would be, and he was really enjoying being the one who caused them even if his actual body wasn’t here.

it was like once he started, he couldn’t stop.  he made you come over and over, amazed at how quickly you could bounce back and already be raring to go again.  he closed his eyes and imagined what this would be like if it was really you and he was really him, if instead of rubbing your clit you were bouncing on his cock, coming again and again, jumping his bones just a few minutes after you’d finished and starting the process all over.

he usually found himself whispering your name under his breath when he got himself off... but when he was in your body, it would’ve just been weird.

he was coming down from the high of orgasm number 5 and about to get going on number 6 when a knock at his-- your-- door made him jump up and run to it.  he wiped his fingers off on your pyjama shorts, assuming it was you on the other side of the door here to figure out how to fix this, but he was shocked when he found bucky there instead.

“looks like you got started without me,” he grinned before abruptly pulling steve into a kiss, pushing him back into your room and slamming the door as he pinned you to the wall.  “you know you could’ve just called me,” bucky mumbled into the kiss, and steve was very confused and entirely speechless, “you know my fingers are so much better...”

crazy enough, as bucky’s metal fingers trailed down your stomach which rose and fell with quick breaths, steve was actually considering letting him do it.  but none of this made sense.  it didn’t seem fair to you or steve or bucky, who would definitely not want to do this if he knew it was steve in this body.

but even if it were you, what gave him the right to show up out of nowhere and throw himself on you?

in a moment of integrity, steve growled and shoved bucky off of him.  “hey, hands off, pal!”

bucky gave steve a quizzical look.  “what’s wrong?  did I misinterpret the meaning of ‘come over’?”

“when did I tell you to come over?”

“uhh...” bucky furrowed his brow, “this morning?  right after that big debrief, you whispered in my ear and asked me to come over tonight...?”

“oh.  I... forgot,” steve felt your face warm a bit, but it was certainly his own embarrassment coming through-- others had suspected that there was tension between you and bucky, but steve had been oblivious to it.  now he had to figure out how to get bucky to leave him alone without breaking up with him for you.  which he was definitely considering, since steve dreamed of having you all to himself, but he wasn’t that immoral.

“well,” bucky mumbled, stepping a bit closer again, “did you change your mind?  want me to leave you alone?”

“y-yeah,” steve nodded quickly, “sorry.  I’ll see you another time.”

“tired of me already?” bucky pressed, his hand brushing over steve’s arm as the warmth of his breath made him shiver.  “you’ve got your mind on somebody else, don’t you?  I can tell.”

steve shivered as bucky’s lips kissed along your neck, his tongue darting out to run over a sensitive place that made your legs threaten to give out.  “no, it’s not that--”

“I know you always wanted steve to fuck you,” he finally announced, and steve’s heart dropped down to your stomach.  as if violating your body wasn’t enough, he was now learning secrets about you from someone he wasn’t even supposed to know you were sleeping with.  it was so not okay but he had no clue what to say to divert him.  “remember that little fantasy you told me about?  where steve takes you and I watch, tell him exactly how to make you feel good?”

steve shuddered, swallowing dryly at both that mental image and the knowledge that you, apparently, wanted it.  bucky laughed softly, pulling your body even closer as steve considered pushing him away but realized he might not be able to with your strength (or lackthereof).

“tell me to stop and I will,” he reminded you lowly, “tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll let you go and you can get back to getting yourself off thinking about your new little crush... but do me a favor and don’t lie to me.”

steve looked up at bucky with wide eyes.  it had been a long time since he looked up at bucky, and it brought back memories he thought he’d forgotten long ago.  it was a little too painful, a little too overwhelming, and he looked down at where your feet were nervously shuffling on the floor-- but bucky put a finger under your chin and tilted your face up to look at him one more time.

“do you want me, or not?” bucky asked, staring straight into his eyes and steve had no way to handle that, whatsoever.  he couldn’t answer that question.  and he couldn’t lie.  so he went a different direction.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled quickly, slipping out of bucky’s grasp, “I have to go, right now, but we’ll talk later, okay?”

he was worried that he would hurt his feelings, create a rift between you two over this extremely peculiar misunderstanding.  instead, bucky just smirked a little, a glint in his eye making steve wonder if bucky knew something that he didn’t.

“I’ll see you around, dollface,” bucky nodded cryptically as steve made a dash for the door and down the hall, to his own room, in search of you and a solution to this mess.

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna��”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

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Ask Answers: May 15th Part 1

It’s been longer than usual since our last answer session, so I’m answering a ton of questions today! It’s so big I split it into two parts. Thank you for the patience on getting a response to these.

Thanks for reaching out to us with your questions and kind words ^^!

Sorry if this has been asked before or isn't something you can say but is there anyway for Cove to confess in step 4? I wanted him to confess in step 3 and followed all the steps to make him do it but ended up texting my family instead of Cove at the end.

Yeah, Cove can confess in Step 4!

Hello! I heard that Cove is on the spectrum, albeit undiagnosed. As someone who is ND, this makes me UNBELIEVABLY happy. I literally was brought to tears! Thank you for that!

Out of curiosity, will Cove be diagnosed in Step 4? I have a strong feeling y’all won’t make it a HUGE deal/make it out to be negative, so I’m not worried about that whatsoever! I’m just curious just he’ll off handedly mention it? Or will it just not be touched upon at all (which is ok!)?

Either way is ok, I’m just curious!

I’m happy it made you happy! Admittedly, Cove simply being someone with autism that grew up not being diagnosed was something I included for myself. I didn’t really think anyone would notice or ask about it, aha. But players did start to have questions about his traits, so I started to talk about it outside of the game. It’s great to see it get such a positive response and now I do feel like having it be a non-topic may have been the wrong choice and bringing it up would’ve been good in terms of having positive representation for that. I don’t know if I’ll find a way to mention it in Step 4 now, with how far along the game is, but I am at least thinking about it when originally it wasn’t something I really even considered.

Hey!  Just wanted to say thank you for Our Life.  It's been a bright spot and a needed escape in what's otherwise been a crummy year.  I know you just did a Q&A post but I figured I'd ask anyway.  Was just curious about Step 4.  Will it be similar to the other Steps in that it consists of several different moments or will it just be one long sequence?

Step 4 is shorter than the prior Steps because it’s just an epilogue rather than a full arc of a story. It’ll consist of scenes that all happen in a set row one after the other. There won’t be a collection of Moments to choose from. But it’ll still be very sweet and fun.

¡hola!, you see, first I want to say that I love Our Life! (°◡°♡) and I have 2 important questions, would Cove cry watching titanic? and what is the saddest part according to him? (sorry for my english) 

Titanic would make him cry. He’d probably think the parts showing people who aren’t able to make it to the life boats/are choosing to stay and go down with the ship were the saddest.

Hello, I wanted to ask how much you earn with creating games? Like is it possible to make a living? Thank you >< <3 

How much I earn varies a lot month to month based on Steam sales, Patreon backers, and how many projects are in full production at the time. It’s also hard to say how much I make historically, since that also changes dramatically year by year. But I do earn enough to work on these games full time! I really appreciate all the support that allows me to do that.

Hey!! I was wondering for the 18+ Our Life moment, will there be an emphasis on safety/comfort for all involved? I feel like there  would be just going off of what the rest of the game is like, but I wanted to ask 

Yes! Cove is a nervous boy himself and also super cautious about doing anything the MC doesn’t like, so clear consent from both is absolutely needed for anything to happen. It’s a conversational sexy times Moment with stops/starts so the two can talk about how they’re feeling, rather than a heat of the moment just going for it kind of thing.

Hey!! I was wondering how long the wedding dlc would be? Will it be broken up into moments, or just one big event? 

It’s one long series of scenes all in a row rather than a collection of Moments to pick from. It’s the shortest and the least expensive of all the DLCs. It’s not super crucial to get and those who aren’t into big weddings can totally skip it without worry.

HELLO AMAZING DEVS 👋 i am hopelessly in love with the worst guy ever (jeremy king) and because of this i have a really stupid question: does he really hate people who are nice to him? TvT he’s too cute to be mean to istg it’s a miracle JB held the urge to be consistently nice to him bc just look at his FACE he is so cute! thank you for jeremy’s route it’s so lovely (and awful bc he’s scum 11/10) it gave me so much laughs LMAO i hope you guys have a good day!! 

Haha, thank you. He doesn’t hate them but he’s certainly not pleased with them. Jeremy is either uncomfortable with or annoyed by people being sweet on him, depending on how they approach it. He’s far more comfortable with jerkiness. It lets him relax and he can be himself without it being a problem, since he’s also a jerk. He feels a level of guilt being such a little punk to kind people, not enough to be a better person but still.

Has Cove dated or been interested in someone other than MC? 

Nope! He stays single over the course of the game if he’s not with the MC.

Is Step 4 more mature? Or it's gonna be set in similar atmosphere as Step 3? 

Step 4 is a similar atmosphere as Step 3. Though, it’s actually kind of less mature-topic heavy than Step 3 since it’s just a ‘hey, let’s check in on the gang to see what they’re up to’ style epilogue rather than a story arc with serious issues.

will there be new music for now and forever?? or will the old our life music be reused? 

It’s gonna be a brand new soundtrack. We’ll be opening up a job position for that soon.

Hi, is it okay if we use the assets in Our Life (like the sprites) for fanworks or fan content content, like edits? 

Sure! Just as long as you don’t use the assets made by those artists to make money.

Quick clarification on Step 3 choices: I hope I didn't come off rude (because I LOVE the game, really!!), I was just curious because the intro threw me off at times. For example, you could choose how you felt about Elizabeth in Step 2 (Dinner), but during the Step 3 intro, it says that you got closer to Liz and I didn't get a choice in it. 

For the example, it can’t be helped that you’re closer to Liz in Step 3 than you were in Step 2 because she’s inherently closer to the MC regardless of whether you liked her or not in Step 2. Her feelings are out of your control and the game isn’t so dramatic that you can push her affection away and not let her bond with you, haha. But ‘being closer’ can still be relative. For some people maybe that means you’re best buds now and for others it might just mean you’re not fighting all the time any more. If there’s other parts you want to mention, feel free to let us know.

Did the illustrator for Our Life change? 

We have many OL artists! The main artists who set the game’s style haven’t changed, but there’s multiple other artists who help finish assets.

So Miranda's type is confident and outgoing, huh? So...does that mean Terri's her type?? 👀 

Haha, sorry for the late reply on this. As you might’ve seen in our post yesterday- yeah that is her type.

Hey! First, I just want to say I've really enjoyed how detailed OL got with gender identity and sexuality and how respectful the topics were handled! It's been so wonderful to play since the experiences could be close to my own (I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at parts). Second, I was wondering, would future games explore the topic of polyamory? I'd love to see more visual novels allow room for that and I saw you've explored the topic before.

Keep up the amazing work! ♡

Thank you! We do want to include polyamory in at least some of our future projects. Floret Bond, which might be what you’re referring to when mentioning how we’ve explored the topic before, is on hold unfortunately. So right now I’m not sure when something might release or what will be the first game of ours to come out with poly relationships (we might do something else before FB is done). We’ll have see how things ends up coming together.

Hey um. I feel like im not allowed to ask this on the private discord cuz people will yell at me but why is there so much focus on OL2 and not finishing OL1 stuff? I like the new people but i kind of want to finish cove's story and get derek and baxter stuff first. didn't people pay for it? 

I’m sorry, I don’t understand entirely what’s making that situation a concern. There’s a channel in the discord for critique where no one is allowed to comment back. People can voice things they’re worried about without any way for others to push back on it. And the two teams working on the OL games are different. We try to post pretty often about how we’re hiring brand new people to start on Our Life: Now & Forever. The OL1 team is all still working on OL1 like normal. There’s only more updates on the Patreon for OL2 because the expansions to the first game are mostly script-based at this point while OL2 is just starting to get all its art, which means there’s a lot more to show off as previews.

Also, there was a Kickstarter for the first Our Life, if that’s what you mean by people paying for it. But one of the stretch goals was to start Our Life 2 early, before fully completing Our Life 1, so that the new game could be out sooner. It wouldn’t make sense to stop doing OL2 work because that would be going against what backers were promised. Maybe you didn’t get the full story before and hopefully this clears it up!

Hello! I know it's up to every player but.. What is your recommendation for playing order? Did you ever had any timeline  events planned? 

I didn’t make the events with a planned timeline. The events got made simply as I had ideas for them and then I just kind of organized them from left to right on the screen in an order to space out more dramatic ones between more lighthearted ones. Any order the player wants to go with is totally valid!

Hi! It's Step 4 a paid dlc or update? And how long it's planned to be? Ps. Love the game! 

The Step 4 epilogue is free! The Cove Wedding DLC does cost money, though. Those are planned to be shorter than the usual Steps/DLCs.

Will we have options for what sort of job the MC might have by the time step 4 takes place? 

Yeah, you can. It’s not super exact or detailed, but there are options about it.

Is there a pandemic in Our Life world, or is it just in a better timeline with no pestilence? 

Our Life is pandemic-free! That didn’t exist when we began working on the project and it’s not something we’d like to feature in this story now that it has unfortunately come along, aha.

Hi, you said that you can play tic-tac-toe or hangman with Cove in Boating if you're sick/scared but I keep getting tic-tac-toe. Am I doing something wrong?

After being sick/scared you have to continue to be upset/unwell. If you calm down and decide to just chill you’ll end up playing tic-tac-toe.

Hi, GB Patch! Since Lee was initially commissioned to only appear in two Steps does this mean she won't appear in the Wedding DLC? I really like her character so it'll be a little weird to not have our cousin at our wedding, aha.

She is gonna be in Step 4/the wedding DLC after all! We’re still working with her creator to make sure it fits with what they wanted.

Is Sunset Bird based on a real place? Asking for a friend, not trying to move there or anything. 👀

It’s based on small beach towns in So-Cal, but not one specific town you could go see in real life, I’m afraid. It’d be nice if it was real, though.

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PK Academy Psykickers || Saiki K.

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 INTRO:

“𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻.” Reita Toritsuka, spirit medium, has been kidnapped by a mysterious group claiming to be the ‘Dark Reunion’. Strangely, something is blocking Saiki’s telepathy, and Aiura’s ability to locate people. Will they be able to save their friend, or will the PK Academy Psychic Trio lose a member? 

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PROLOGUE: 

"Ouch, ouch... Where am I? Where's Aiko-chan? Man, she was totally falling for me!"

"Reita Toritsuka. Second year. Spirit medium. Are you friends with Kusuo Saiki, high-school psychic?"

Reita nervously glanced around the dark, small room. He could vaguely make out the outline of a figure behind a desk, maybe three meters away. He was tightly bound to a chair, though his captor made sure he was reasonably comfortable.

"Umm... Yeah! Saiki and I are best buds, and he's totally gonna get you! His powers are like, totally crazy, so you better let me go before he -- wait. How do you know he's a psychic? Who are you? Aiura, I swear to god if it's you, you are so dead."

"Heheh, don't you know? I'm a representative from the Dark Reunion! Haha, that's funny."

The voice was a male's, but definitely not the Akechi Touma guy who prattled on forever. No, this was someone he didn't know.

Toritsuka rolled his eyes.

"Yeah right, you're looking for the little chihuahua guy if you need someone with 8th-Grader Syndrome. Saiki will find you once he realises I'm gone, you better just let me go. He's gonna get you!"

Toritsuka could hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh, but I want him to."

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hey guys!! part 1 and part 2 are out, if you wanted to read them ♡