#but anyway…wood toys and books and art supplies first | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

chocolatecakecas · 3 years

Text

Hoppy Days Are Here Again: Baby Jack Ficlet

Based off of this genius post by @seasononedean and these incredible works of art (x) (x) (x) because I couldn’t resist

It had all started with the boots.

Dean and Cas were out at some baby store, Dean can never remember the name of, buying some new clothes for Jack. It's good thing they have an unlimited supply of money, because the kid is growing like a weed (half-angel and all that).

As Dean was sifting through little pairs of jeans trying to find Jack's size a hand grabbed his shoulder, whipping him around.

"Dean we have to get these"

The instinctual fight quickly drained out of him when he met a pair of blue eyes, and what looked like a green blob was shoved in his face.

"Well hello to you too" Dean quipped back with a smirk, downplaying his initial shock.

Cas only graced him with an eye roll, and pushed the green blob closer.

Upon closer, and they couldn't get any closer, inspection Dean realized that it wasn’t a green blob. They were little rain boots, that looked like frogs.

Dean sighed.

(read the rest under the cut)

"Cas, they're cute, but he'll grow ou-"

"Let me rephrase that. Dean, we are getting these" Cas repeated, leveling him with that "I am a billion years old, and will smite you" look.

So that was the end of that (even though Cas can't technically smite him anymore, but it's not like Dean can say no to him anyway), and the boots went home with them.

And it's a good thing too because those boots unleashed a whole new world for Jack.

Now, Jack wears them when he works the garden with Cas, when he jumps in puddles after it rains, hunting for bugs in the field behind the bunker, to the diner in town, to the grocery store, everywhere.

Because now everything, was about frogs.

Jack spent hours asking Cas to tell him everything he knew about the animal, and Dean would help him find books about them at the local library. Books filled with facts, or just stories about them (Jack's new favorite was Frog and Toad).

Frogs were Jack's first obsession, and well, Dean and Cas only fanned the flames. And hey, maybe he’d become a frog exper-a herpetologist (as Cas had informed him), when he grew up.

One day, a green little frog hat, and raincoat, appeared next to the boots ("Dean, it's just unpractical to not own the complete set"). And Dean would normally sigh about it being a "waste" because he'd grow out of them in a month, but Jack just looked so damn cute when he splashed in puddles with Cas, shrieking with excitement (Look! hopping like froggies Dee!”). So really who was he to interfere? Besides, they would donate them when he got too big anyway.

So now they'll all go outside while it's still drizzling too, swinging Jack from their arms, or dance in the rain like crazy people. Or they’ll all march down to the creek in the woods behind the bunker, and hunt for real frogs (even though they never actually find any). And if Dean bought him a matching umbrella too, that's nobody's business but his own.

Then, little green garden tools with frog faces, and matching gloves ("I just thought he should have his own shovels, Cas"), appeared in the shed.

So now Jack shovels along side Cas in the soil, or digs through the rest of the field looking for worms. And if Cas bought him a little frog magnifying glass, and bucket hat, that's nobody's business but his own.

And so it went on just like that. Dean and Cas buying frog themed books, toys, clothes, blankets and giving a flimsier excuse each time. Hell, they even took him to the zoo to see real live frogs (Jack insists it was the happiest day of his little life).

"Jack didn't have enough bath toys, Dean".

"Cas, he grew out of the old overalls, I just replaced them".

"These books will help strengthen his mind, and he won't have to wait to take them out at the library"

"Cas he's two he can't even read y-"

"I know that's why he needs the books, Dean".

But Jack never grew out of the boots, they had a suspicion Jack was somehow mojo-ing them to grow with him, but neither of them did much to stop this. Besides, the boots were his favorite afterall.

Soon enough, anything that Dean saw that had a frog on it, or that looked remotely like a frog, automatically came home with him. Sam would go on and on about how whipped they were, how Jack had them wrapped around his little finger (and well Sam was right, but still).

Then, one afternoon Sam and Eileen took him out for lunch, and Jack returned hugging a Frog build-a-bear tightly against his chest. Jack chattered on about his new friend, Mr. Frog ("Just like the book, Dee!”), while Sam of course pointedly ignored Dean and Cas’ smirks.

And yeah all of their "excuses" were fooling no one, but it was all worth it for the way Jack's face would break out into a blinding smiling, blue eyes lighting up with joy.

It wasn't like they were spoiling Jack,(though he deserved a little spoiling), they were just doing what nobody could properly do for them when they were little. So they fueled his interests, and listened as Jack would tell them everything could remember about frogs, beaming with pride (and the fact that he that he looked adorable in his little rain outfit was an added bonus). They just encouraged him to be passionate about, and love whatever made his little heart happy.

And if Jack loved frogs, then damnit he could have frogs (except not a real one of course).

Tag list:

(Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed💛!!!)

@wormstacheangel @smiledean @shelikestv @chaoticdean @midnightwings-deancas @jellydeans @sunshine-jack @archervale @wikiangela @organicpurplepants

@writtendevastation @tkdwolf2012 @doemons-blog @rolling-stoned-girl @skylerkernaghan @shadowywerewolfqueen @the-cookie-navy @thelahatiel @thefantasyfiend @castielle-deanna @aestheticflyer26

@multi-fandom-imagine @x-mypeopleskillsarerusty-x @wellofwoes @becky-srs @multi-fandom-dark-lord @perfectkoaladream @castiel-for-lunch @it--hurts--to--become @bowtiesandneckerchiefs @dakiaty @feraldean @teamfreebees @keshetcas @hrh-princess-bea @martymar1963 @midnight-sparks-studio @slipper007 @rainbowsam @winchester-novak

#BABY JACK TRUTHING HOURS #this is like a little 'nothing' but i when i saw that post i literally burst into tears so i had to write something #im sorry if this is shit froggy baby jack is making me wEEP #baby!jack #dadstiel #dad!dean #destiel #bec writes #dean winchester #jack kline #castiel #sammy #eileen leahy #destiel ficlet #baby jack truthing

190 notes · View notes

gothfoxx · 4 years

Note

Here's a prompt for you. How about Aizawa finding one of Izukus analysis notebooks and seeing how accurate and amazing (terrifying) Izuku's analysis is. (bonus if Aizawa reads the notes on him.) 10/10 proud dad.

Aizawa had been a teacher for a few years before he got his problem class, and his problem child. So when he saw said problem child writing in a notebook during the first week of school he thought nothing of it other than the kid was committed to school. Aizawa had had students like that before who needed to write down their thoughts before they’d forget and with Midoriya’s penchant for mumbling to himself it was no wonder. It became normal to see the kid nose deep in a notebook writing or sketching.

When Midoriya brought the book out during a guest lecture Aizawa was a little annoyed that the kid wasn’t paying attention. That was until the boy raised his hand and asked some very interesting and in-depth questions. Aizawa was impressed and then assumed that the writing was a form of thought organization more than for memory, Mic had to do that sometimes when his ADD was getting in the way. He decided to buy a few books to keep in his desk should the kid need one, it would be a shame if the kid couldn’t cope during class and lost focus.

During lunch one day Aizawa asked Yagi if he knew about the notebook Midoriya carried around. The other hero laughed when he heard the question, “Oh that. Well you see the boy is a huge hero fan. He had one on him when I first bumped into him during a villain attack in the city.” And that explains why Midoriya and the old man seemed to know each other at the beginning of the year. “I signed it too, you should have seen his face. I’m glad we crossed paths that day.” Yagi finished, he seemed to be reminiscing about the fated meeting. Aizawa thanked him quietly and left wondering what kind of stuff the kid would have to write for All Might of all people to consider him a huge fan.

He finally got a chance to see for himself what was in one of the notebooks, Midoriya had started a new one that was the same blue as the gym uniforms. There was another guest lecture but this time it wasn’t in the classroom but out on one of the training fields. Ms Marble, the durable hero, had volunteered to help demonstrate the kind of martial art she used for hand to hand. When she asked for a helper Midoriya’s hand went up like a bolt and his eyes lit up like a toddler with free rang of a toy store, the powdery white heroine giggled and called the greenett over. Giddy about being picked Midoriya excitedly handed his home room teacher the notebook he had been writing in earlier and rushed over to be the ‘helper’. Aizawa would never admit that the excitement radiating off of Midoriya was adorable but no sain person would have asked.

Curiosity got the better of him and while the greenett was busy Aizawa thumbed through the first few pages. He hadn’t been expecting what he found so when he realized what the book was he flipped back to the first page and began reading more carefully. Inside were the observations on a third of his student’s quirks, strengths-weaknesses-possible further training-psych evaluations-costume improvements. The amount of raw thoughts and data that was written down between the detailed pages reminded Aizawa of being in Nezu’s class when he was a student. The teacher, now principal, had the habit of going on tangents when something gained his interest. Aizawa felt a shiver run up his spine at the memory of those improv lectures.

He was about to close the book when he saw his hero name mixed into the ramblings of one of the data pages. Aizawa leafed to the next profile page. Looking back at him was a sketch of himself in his hero uniform, his goggles resting on top of his head. He shouldn’t read it, he was already nervous about the implications of these notes but each one of the profiles before had been insightful too.

Aizawa Shota

Hero name: Eraserhead

Status: Teacher-U.A., Underground

Strengths: fast, quiet, observant, proficient in hand to hand, can use weapons, can sleep anywhere

Weaknesses: Dry eye, Injuries to eyes or occipital lobe, children, cats

Training: quirk is dependent on both eyes so tracing to try and make it effective with one would be beneficial for when the dry eye acts up, learning to apply stage makeup and prosthetics for undercover work (see crawler entry), a long rang weapon that doesn’t tether him to the enemy

Thinking: depression?, paranoia?, ptsd, hyper logical(Spock-ish), codependency with Mic and Midnight. If one used Midnight or Mic they would have sway over Eraserhead. Same for the children in his care. He acts like he doesn’t care but he is Hypervigilant and goes out of his way to make sure his people are taken care of even at the cost of his own life. (USJ, chocolate incident, extra supplies)

Costume: less baggy so it can’t be grabbed as easy, tie up or cut hair to remove tell, bracers for joints

Extra: He uses the excuse of ruses when he decides against what he said before. He advocates for kids with less or non combative quirks to get into the hero courses. Believes that people can change and gives second chances. Cares, I saw him feeding the cats that live in the woods behind the school. Cares, when Hagakure had cramps and couldn’t do hero studies he sat with her in the infirmary and bought her a chocolate bar. Cares, Mineta says that Aizawa threatened to expell the perv if he catches him again (make sure he catches perv). He cares, he bought extra notebooks after he started watching me, he noticed and didn’t get made! He cares, once Todoroki feels safe enough I’ll convince him to tell Aizawa what happened.

The extras spilled over to the next page with a drawing of the cats that trust Aizawa enough to let him feed them. The normally in control man felt a burning in his eyes that meant if he could he would be crying. The kid wrote like someone showing him or others kindness was a foreign concept and that normally his writing would get him in trouble. The more Aizawa looked at it and the pages of free thought before it the more he saw a danger. This kid, his kid, hadn’t been allowed to make connections with those around him and had started writing about them to feel less isolated. If something had happened to push his kid there was a real possibility that Midoriya would have either shut down or cracked. Midoriya could have become a villain.

Looking up at the lesson going on, no one privy to the crisis happening in his head, Aizawa watched Midoriya get flung onto the mat laughing and asking to see the move again. The kid was made of strong stuff, stronger than his quirk and stronger than his tolerance for pain. This kid had survived something that left him feeling alone and scared enough that he feared writing would be punished! It showed a lot of trust the he had given Aizawa his notes, had trusted his teacher with a part of himself. Aizawa closed the book and watched the rest of the lesson thinking about how he could encourage his kid without scaring him off like a cat that had been hurt before. How was he going to support this analytical genius.....? He’d also have to figure out that part about Todoroki too, that was concerning too, but he would have to wait until one or both of the boys felt safe enough to talk alone with him.

The lesson finished up while Aizawa was still in his own thoughts. “Sensei? Sorry about dumping my things on you, that was very rude and short sighted of me.” The greenett apologized with a small bow. The kid seemed more embarrassed then leaving a notebook should envoke. “It’s fine problem child, not like I was busy anyway. You know you have a real talent?” That made the kid sputter and blush further. “No no it’s just a silly hobby from when I was a kid, it’s basically habit now! It’s nothing as special as a talent!” The kid tried to argue but it wasn’t from being humble, now that Aizawa was listening for it he could hear the plea of the attention to stop, for the spotlight to be taken off of him...out of fear. “Whatever you say kid, but I think it show promise in Criminal Analysis. If you’re interested I could see if the principal would take you on as a personal intern.” He offered, hoping the kid would take it. Nezu would be better with a traumatized kid, could relate with them better than he did adults.

The kid just nodded and tentatively reached for the book, Aizawa slowly met the kid halfway so Midoriya didn’t have to get to close. He would be changing his behavior around the kid, the kid would notice of course but he hoped the kid saw it for what it was. An acknowledgment. “Come on Midoriya, classes are over go get changed so we can go.” Aizawa stayed as he turned to head back to the main campus. “We, Sensei?” The kid didn’t miss anything huh, “Yeah, you took being Ms Marble’s punching bag like a pro so you deserve a treat. How does frozen mochi sound?” The concern and confusion on the kid’s face washed away and was replaced with relief and then a bright smile. “Thank you Sensei, I’ll be quick!” And with a bolt of green light the boy was headed for the locker room. “No problem champ.” Aizawa snorts a laugh at the empty air, well at least the kid felt safe enough to accept food from him. At least they weren’t at square one, he could help this kid. He WOULD help his kid.

Thanks for this one I love when Izuku gets the recognition he deserves!!!

#foxx writes #mha #bnha #mha midoriya #midoriya izuku #dadzawa #boku no hero academia #midoriyas notebooks #i keep including icecream #anon #prompt

92 notes · View notes

profoundnet · 5 years

Text

Profound Member Post - December 2018

Header by @pantydean and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis (and more!) on our Discord Server!

The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirely during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR DECEMBER 2018!

Masterpost below the cut.

lunastories - @lunastories - lunastories

Inked Feathers, Wounded Skin

Summary: Retired hunters Dean and Sam live in a cabin in the woods, only occasionally taking cases from nearby villagers and those who need their help. Castiel is the very protective harpy that has been awkwardly following (stalking) Dean for years. After Castiel injures a wing, he is taken in by the Winchesters. As Dean tends to him, they form a relationship, and Dean slowly falls for the harpy. But the unique peach cream color of Castiel’s wings hides a secret; one he isn’t sure Dean could accept.

SFW Accompanying art by @correlia-be

supernatural9917

Supernatural Advent Calendar 2018

Summary: A collection of art and ficlets for every day of advent! A mix of fluff, a lil bit of smut, ugly sweaters, extra fluff, a pinch of schmoop and, oh yeah, more fluff.

NSFW

Accompanying art by @foxymoley

Strangers in the Night

Summary: Dean meets Cas in a bar. They both have rings on their fingers, but that doesn't stop them sharing a night of passion. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Roleplay as strangers in a bar.

Tags: roleplay as strangers in a bar, mention of infidelity, but it isn't really, Crash and Slow Burn verse

NSFW

Locked Out

Summary: Dean is always getting drunk and locking himself out, then calling his locksmith buddy Castiel to get him back in. This time is a little different, though.

Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: One is a locksmith and the other is locked out and naked.

NSFW

iCeDreams - iCeDreams

Fully Booked

Summary: Dean just wants to buy a book for Christmas. Is that too much to ask for?

Tags: Bookstore Setting

SFW

MarshiarasDream & HeartsandThumbs

Who Needs 12 Days of Christmas Anyway?

Summary: Cas has finally told his parents that he’s gay. That promptly led to him being uninvited from the family Christmas. So he plans on spending the holidays on his own, grading papers. Enter Dean, who will not let this stand. No way will he let his best friend - who he may or may not be harboring a crush on - be alone for Christmas.

Tags: AU, College AU, ChristmasFluff, Pining, yes there’s mistletoe, Gratuitous Hamilton References, Idiots in Love, alternating pop

SFW

mrshays - @mrshays - mrshays

Elves

Summary: The elves take over the bunker for the Holiday Drabble Prompts list. 39. How many elves on the shelf is too many? 11. When I think about you, I touch my elf Prompts written by @kpopfanfictrash, @knockknocksoosthere, and @chanesollins

Tags: Double Drabble, Christmas Fluff, Jack's Three Dads, Elf on the Shelf, Dadstiel

SFW

artbloggouinetteparletrop - @artbloggouinetteparletrop - gouinette-parle-trop

Under the Pillowfort

Summary: A quick comic type of drawing i did to celebrate my first week on pillowfort. Dean and cas (college AU) are enjoying a cosy night under a pillow fort.

Tags: destiel, destiel fan art, destiel college AU, castiel, dean winchester, destiel fluff

SFW

Dummies in love in the coffee shop

Summary: A fan art i made to thanks deliciousirony for their lovely fic. It's a realistic painting of dean and cas taking a coffee while both waiting for their blind date to arrive ;) Tags: destiel, destiel fan art, destiel college AU, dean winchester, castiel SFW

Accompanying fic by @delicious-irony

BlazeEBlake - @blazeeblake - BlazeEBlake

Winchester Circus & Its Fantastical Fallen Angel

Summary: For nearly a decade Castiel has strayed further and further from home, doing his best to drive himself to distraction from what awaits upon his return. When a circus comes to town, he sees little more than another temporary means of escape. At least, until he lays eyes upon the troupe's handsome ringmaster. Dean Winchester has learned to trust little and expect even less from life as he struggles to keep his family's traveling circus afloat, so the sudden appearance of a wild eyed stranger looking for work has him both wary and certain of it being little more than a passing fancy. But as time passes and bonds are forged, Dean is forced to confront old wounds and new feelings for the enigmatic Castiel Novak.

Tags: Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Alternate Universe - Circus, Post American Civil War, Trapeze Artist Castiel, Ringmaster Dean, Less than period typical homophobia, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending

SFW

waywarded - @wildsofourhearts - waywarded

Falling Awake

Summary: After Michael is killed by Team Free Will 2.0, Dean ends up in the Empty, Michael's grace pulling a sliver of his consciousness there. The Cosmic Entity calls him out on not realising Castiel is in love with him. Dean needs to decide what to do with that information as he wakes up home.

Tags: Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Protective Cas, Cas and Dean Being Idiots

SFW

Entwining Your Broken Parts With My Love

Summary: Castiel hates his broken wings and a fading spell has rendered them in their corporeal form. Dean wants to show how beautiful they are to him and to help Cas feel better about them, even if just for a while.

Tags: Gentle Dom Dean, sub Cas, but Cas usually Doms for Dean, Rope Bondage, Wings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Safe Sane and Consensual, BDSM

NSFW

CRNoble - @hardertobreatheat-night - CRNoble

Skin Wars

Summary: Dean, a traditionally trained artist, is competing for $100,000 in the reality body painting TV show, Skin Wars. He’s lucky enough to get paired with a friend as his model, Cas, for a particularly personal challenge. Dean feels his painting isn’t up to snuff, but what will the judges think?

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Skin Wars!AU

SFW

Lock Me Up

Summary: Dean and Cas have been together for a few years now, exploring their D/s relationship, mostly trying things that Cas suggests, until Dean finally finds something he really wants to try. Written for the SPN Kink Christmas Exchange

Tags: BDSM, Male Chastity, Rope Bondage, Spanking, Suspension, Bondage, blindfolds, toys, dirty talk, dirty pictures

NSFW

Caged Heat

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas team up with Meg to kill Crowley, but they get WAY more than they bargained for. Especially Dean, but how was he supposed to know one little kiss would make him feel this way?

Tags: Canon-typical violence, episode rewrite, angst, angst with a happy ending

SFW

LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor

Holiday Card

Summary: Art drawn for the 2018 holiday mixtape!

Tags: fluff, destiel, family vibes

SFW

Merry Christmas Cas

Summary: Fluffy Dean gives Cas a Christmas Present Picture

Tags: Destiel, Cutness

SFW

Snowy Kisses

Summary: Dean and Cas stealing Kisses in the Snow

Tags: Destiel, Fluff

SFW

profound-boning - @profound-boning - profound-boning

and being apart ain’t easy on this love affair

Summary: One shot ficlet featuring long distance boyfriends dean and cas being reunited!

Tags: no triggers, established long distance relationship, reunions

SFW

interstitial - interstitial

A Simple Plan

Summary: Cas and Dean have been driving Sam crazy for a decade with their pathetic mutual pining, so Sam's slightly manipulative sex party solution seems more than fair. Now it's just a matter of some shopping for supplies, and a bit of reverse psychology.

Tags: Crack, Brief Mention of Various Theoretical Future Sex Party-related Ships, Many of Them Crack, List Available In Notes For NoTPs

NSFW

Nera_Solani - @nera-solani - Nera-Solani

Embrace of Wings

Summary: When Dean and Cas get married after one year of domestic bliss, they do it both the human and the angel way. Just that the latter has an unexpected side effect... but that can't exactly be called bad.

Tags: Established Relationship, Angel Castiel, Marriage, Soul Bond, Winged Dean Winchester, Wing Grooming, Wing Kink, Angelic Grace Sex, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

SFW

Pride

Summary: Just a 100 word drabble for the prompt Carnival

Tags: Drabble, Profound100 Challenge, Prompt: Carnival, Pride Festival

SFW

Bright as a Candle

Summary: Just a 100 word drabble for the prompt Candle

Tags: Drabble, Profound100 Challenge, prompt: candle, candlelit dinner

SFW

Potlight

Summary: Just a 100 word drabble for the prompt Potlight, that was later expanded to a ficlet

Tags: Drabble, Profound100 Challenge, expanded afterwards, prompt: potlight, Soul Bond, Angelic Grace Bonds

SFW

MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160 - MaggieMaybe160

True Loves Kiss

Summary: Dean finally tells Cas how he feels... after Cas made that deal.

Tags: Major Character Death, Season 14 Spoilers, Podfic Available

SFW

Lay Me Down To Sleep

Summary: With Castiel's deal with the Empty, how long do Dean and Cas really have left?

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Suicide, Season 14 Spoilers

SFW

The Final Moment

Summary: Dean and Cas are trapped by a monster. Based on a dream I had.

Tags: Major Character Death

SFW

Schoolyard Angel

Summary: Castiel is the ring leader of Dean's biggest bullies, the angels. Dean gets to know Castiel blindly but can this newfound love prevail?

Tags: Highschool AU, Angst with Happy Ending

SFW

Cookietacular

Summary: “Did you take the decoder ring out of the box?” Jack asked. “Maybe,” Cas answered. It was a lie.

Tags: Season 14 Spoilers, FLUFF

SFW

Of Monsters and Angels

Summary: Dean's back in Purgatory but something is wrong. He can't find his angel.

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence (typical for show), Eventual Happy Ending

SFW

I Love You, I Love All of You

Summary: Dean and Cas go on a routine hunt alone. Their feelings become clear.

Tags: Major Character Death, Heavy Angst

SFW

Dean // Only Human

Summary: Fan Video made by RavensCAT and MaggieMaybe160 Song- "Human" by Christina Perri

SFW

Collaborator: @ravenscat-tumbler

EllenofOz - EllenofOz

Drunk Texts and Midnight Snacks

Summary: Cas is just trying to get his paper finished, but a certain best friend of his keeps sending him texts from the campus bar. When Dean’s texts abruptly stop, Cas reluctantly goes to check on him.

Tags: Alternate Universe - college, friends to lovers, Castiel and Dean Winchester use their words, drunk Dean Winchester

NSFW

Four Hours

Summary: Castiel is cursed, after Rowena turned him into an attack dog and set him on her own son. Dean and Sam find him later in the bunker, but Dean notices something new that the curse has brought out in the angel— an irresistible amplification of his scent. It seems Castiel is now definitely an alpha, and being around Dean is dangerous. For Destiel Smut Bingo, prompt: “It’s been almost four hours and it won’t go down”

Tags: A/b/o dynamics, Alternate Universe - Canon, season 11, Porn with Plot, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean

NSFW

cutelittlekitty

Life of a Couple ch7 - Take Me Home, Country Road part IV

Summary: wedding fluff and smut episodic chapter in my Heavenly Body series (the chapter can be read as a stand-alone story)

Tags: Destiel, AU-modern, wedding, fluff, sweetness, top!dean, bottom!cas, shower sex, cas is on the autism spectrum but it's mild, no major warnings other than tooth-rottingly sweet :D

NSFW

fangirlingtodeath513 - @fangirlingtodeath513 - fangirlingtodeath513

Sunshine

Summary: Cas comes clean and the Shadow tries to claim it's reward.

Tags: Post-episode: 14x08 Byzantium, no archive warnings apply

SFW

The Christmas Date

Summary: Christmas is one of Dean's favorite times of the year. It means spending some quality time with his family and enjoying their company, even though it's only for a few days. So when Cas mentions he's not going home for Christmas, the thought's barely crossed his mind before he's asking Cas to come with him to Kansas. Maybe there was an ulterior motive, like spending more time with the guy he's come to like a little more than just a roommate, but Cas doesn't need to know that. At least, if Dean's kind but meddlesome family can stay out of his business, that is.

Tags: no archive warnings apply, mentions of homophobic family, christmas fluff, platonic bed sharing

SFW

Wake Up

Summary: Dean's trapped in his own mind, and it's up to Sam and Cas to get him out.

Tags: post-episode: 14x09 The Spear, no archive warnings apply, needle use, possessed dean winchester

SFW

Home

Summary: for the Supernatural One-Word Bingo Prompt: cotton

Tags: no archive warnings apply, first kiss, sharing clothes, human castiel

SFW

A Thousand Years

Summary: Dean burns the dinner he'd been making for his date with Castiel, so he calls his mother for help.

Tags: no archive warnings apply, first dates, weddings, wedding fluff

SFW

turningthepages - turningthepages

Too Damn Young

Summary: Twenty years ago Castiel had been a version of himself he wishes he’d never lost. Looking out at the lake that he spent the best summer of his life he could still feel a glimmer of the man he used to be.

SFW

anyrei - anyrei

Snow Angel

Summary: Dean and Cas are out in a forest in winter, hunting a creature and Dean finally realizes that he needs Cas to know about his feelings.

Tags: First Time, Case, romantic scenery, snow, canon-verse, no warnings

NSFW

Fix You

Summary: Dean finally allows Cas to heal him. Set right after Episode: s11e04 Baby.

Tags: Season/Series 11, Episode: s11e04 Baby, Episode: s11e03 The Bad Seed, Smut, First Time

NSFW

Not Enough Brain Bleach

Summary: When Sam walks to the kitchen at night to get a snack he witness something unexpected.

Tags: Season/Series 11, Episode: s11e03 The Bad Seed, voyeuristic!Sam, but not really, Sam Needs Brain Bleach, PWP, Destiel from Sam's POV

NSFW

dean-cas-in-the-impala - @dean-cas-in-the-impala - Dean-Bangs-Cas-In-The-Impala

And Nothing Else Matters

Summary: Castiel always pays his debts.

Tags: Angst, Romance, 14X08, Based on 14X08

SFW

kradarua - kradarua

Something Dark

Summary: Castiel looked even wilder in person. Dean let his eyes roam over his (now fully clothed) form, smiling appreciatively. He inhaled deeply, curious to find no real trace of a scent. “He’s on scent blockers,” the employee explained. "Running this auction is involved enough without having to settle claim disputes if an omega’s scent triggers some alpha’s rut.” That suited him fine; both he and Sam were on scent blockers most of the time and he’d planned on requiring that Castiel stay on them too. It helped with anonymity. “Thank you,” he said, “That will be all.” The employee gave a small bow and left to service the other high bidders. “Well, Cas,” Dean said cheerily, “Let’s go home.”

Tags: graphic depictions of violence, abo, rough sex, criminal activity, dark fic, torture

NSFW

canadduh - @canadduh - canadduh

Memories Made

Summary: Castiel Remembers. Just as he's done every year.

Tags: Major character death - Freeform, Sick Character, Sick Dean, Cas POV, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff

SFW

The Unexpected Holiday

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Dean and Cas enjoy an unexpected holiday.

Tags: holiday fluff, Post-Case-Fic, injured cas, Dorks in Love, Original Character(s), Cabin Fic, Cabins, Christmas, Injured Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Dean Winchester, Cas is in the closet (Literally), holiday fic, canon-verse

SFW

tfw_cas - @punk-is-notdead - tfw_cas

Dean’s Christmas Cookies

Summary: Dean Winchester presents his Christmas cookie recipe, with a little help - or is it hindrance - from Castiel.

Tags: Baking; Christmas fluff; Established Castiel/Dean Winchester; Human Castiel

SFW

Snowballs Hurt, But Snow Angels Can Make It All Better

Summary: All Dean Winchester wants is a traditional family Christmas; that's not too much to ask, is it? But when things don't work out how he had hoped, he can count on his family, and some snow, to lift his spirits. Maybe Christmas won't be too bad after all.

Tags: Snow; Snowball Fight; Snowmen; All The Snow; Christmas Fluff; Fluff; Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss; Snow Angels

SFW

#member masterpost #member masterpsts #december masterpost #profoundnet #profoundnet monthly masterpost #deancas reclist #member fic #member art

8 notes · View notes

assholemurphy · 6 years

Text

Sentient Furniture

Also on AO3

The 100

Clexa

Summary: After a long day at work, Clarke decides to attempt to put together the bed for Madi's room so that it'll be finished when Lexa gets home. Unfortunately, she's a lot tireder than she thought and it leads to three hours of frustration. Luckily, Lexa comes to her rescue and soon everything is ready for when they finally get to bring Madi home.

Rating: General

Word Count: 1520

Clarke groaned for what felt like the millionth time as she stared down at the incomprehensible list of instructions she held in her hand. She sat in the middle of what would soon be her daughter’s room, surrounded by pieces of dark wood and bits of metal that just wouldn’t fit together in any recognizable pattern no matter how hard she tried to force them to. She was puzzled and confused and beyond frustrated. The instructions seemed to be written in gibberish and she was still dead tired from work - who knew running an art museum would be so tiring? – and all she wanted was to get the stupid bed assembled before her wife got home from work.

They had less than a month to go before they were finally officially able to bring Madi home. They’d met her two months ago and they had been working on getting her room ready ever since she’d agreed to let them adopt her. They’d started the paperwork that day and now they were just waiting for it to clear so that everything was all straightened out and they could bring their daughter home.

Clarke had fallen in love with her immediately, which had surprised Lexa, because Clarke had been wary about adopting a kid in the first place. She’d been so scared she was going to be a bad mother, that she’d end up like her own, putting her job before her child, but Lexa had reassured her that wouldn’t be the case. It had been adorable watching Clarke and Madi talk over coloring books and crayons and Lexa’s heart had melted. They’d finally found their family, they were finally complete, and the waiting had been torture, but it would be worth it soon.

The room was almost finished already. The walls were painted a nice deep green with dark wood trim, since Madi had told them that was her favorite color. They wanted the room to be perfect for her. There were shelves and toys and a full bookcase with books that would help teach Madi to read several levels ahead of her class, because they wanted to give her every opportunity they could. There were mountains of art supplies tucked away on the shelves and a baseball mitt, courtesy of Lexa, because Clarke had said no to the mini archery set. Not until she was older. Lexa had pouted a little bit, but eventually she’d come around and decided that it might be better to enroll her in gymnastics or something before teaching her how to use a bow. Start small, since she was only six.

They’d already bought a dresser, but it had been assembled by Bellamy and Murphy, like most of the furniture in the room. Clarke had thought it was hilarious listening to them argue and refuse help, but now that she was the one doing it, it was a lot less funny. She kinda wished they could come over and help with the bed, too, but Bellamy had been working doubles all week and Murphy was busy pursuing some story, so they couldn’t help, though they had promised to be there for Madi’s coming home party.

Clarke had been trying to put the bed together for over three hours and Lexa was going to be home in fifteen minutes, but she still couldn’t figure out what the damn instructions said. They’d bought it from Ikea, so it probably wasn’t even English.

She let out a sigh of frustration and went back to examining the pieces. She almost had three of them put together when she heard the door open, Lexa calling out to her to let her know she was home.

“In Madi’s room!” Clarke called back, glaring at the stupid pieces of wood in front of her.

Lexa came into the room a few seconds later, looking around at the mess in slight horror. “What’s going on, babe?”

Clarke whined, “I’m trapped in a nightmare where the furniture is sentient and smarter than me.” It was impossible to get the damn thing assembled, but she had wanted to surprise Lexa by having Madi’s room finished when she got home. That hadn’t happened, obviously, and now Clarke stared at the bed’s pieces in defeat.

Lexa bit back a laugh and ran a hand through Clarke’s hair, trying to comfort her. “I knew it was a bad idea to buy the bed from Ikea.”

“I’m an adult! I should be able to do this! I’ve been defeated by a piece of furniture!” Clarke cried, angrily swatting at the pieces she did have together that resembled nothing like a bed.

Lexa sighed, “Let me see the instructions.”

Clarke handed them to her and leaned her head against Lexa’s legs, taking comfort in having her wife home to help fix the mess she’d made. She was frustrated at her lack of ability to put together a simple piece of bedroom furniture and it was driving her crazy.

Lexa tried to stifle a smile, but it came through anyway, “…you were reading them upside down.”

Clarke blinked up at her. “What?”

“You handed me the instructions upside down, babe,” Lexa told her gently.

“So, it’s not Swedish?”

“No.”

“Fuck,” Clarke groaned, letting her shoulders droop. She felt like a complete idiot. How had she missed that? She wasn’t that tired from work. All she’d done was get the place ready so they could host a party for some rich assholes to try to get them to donate to the museum so they could expand. It hadn’t been too hard, but she’d spent all day running around everywhere, making sure everything was perfect and okay, maybe she was that tired.

“You okay, honey?” Lexa asked, concerned.

“Are there any cliffs nearby?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

Lexa smiled at her and asked, “Need some help?”

Clarke bit her lip. She had wanted to be able to do this for Lexa, so she didn’t have to, but in the whole three hours she’d been working on it, all she’d managed to do was stick three pieces together in an order that definitely didn’t look right. “Fine.”

Lexa smiled softly and sat down next to her wife, tucking a strand of Clarke’s hair behind her ear and reassuring her it was alright, everybody had those days, before reading over the instructions and picking up a couple of the pieces.

Within the next hour, the whole thing was assembled and moved into place against the wall with Madi’s bedspread on it, looking great. The whole room was finished and ready for Madi to move in.

Lexa nodded in triumph while Clarke stared on in awe.

“You’re a genius.”

Lexa snorted, “I just read the instructions.”

“So did I,” Clarke told her.

“You read them upside down, so it doesn’t count.”

“Still, it took Bell and Murphy six hours to put everything else together and I wasn’t even able to put one piece together in three, but it’s been less than an hour and you’re done?” Clarke was beyond impressed.

“You helped,” Lexa shrugged.

“I did exactly what you told me to.”

“It’s just a bed, Clarke. It’s hardly worthy of a Nobel Peace Prize.”

“Yeah, well, it was an evil bed and you defeated it,” Clarke said.

Lexa raised her eyebrows and laughed, shaking her head. “I’m a knight in shining armor, here to defend you from evil Ikea furniture.”

“And I am eternally grateful,” Clarke smiled, pulling Lexa in for a kiss.

It was soft and sweet, and Clarke wanted it to last forever. She wanted to stay in that moment for the rest of her life. Lexa’s hands were on her waist as Clarke nipped at her lips gently before pulling away.

They were both smiling like idiots when they parted, foreheads resting against each other, but it was alright. In less than a month, they’d have a daughter, a family, they’d be complete. Clarke couldn’t be happier. She had everything she could ever want. Lexa was the love of her life and the ring on her finger reminded her daily that it was real, that she wasn’t going to wake up and find it had all been a dream. Lexa was hers and soon they’d be adding Madi to their little family. It had been a long process to get approved to adopt, but they’d stuck with it in the hopes that they’d find a kid they could love and raise and then they’d found Madi, who had been perfect. Nothing could be better than this. It was everything either of them had wanted.

Lexa sighed and pulled away, pressing a kiss to Clarke’s cheek before asking, “So, did you give any thought to what we’re having for supper?”

“Fuck,” Clarke cursed, realizing she hadn’t even given it a thought since she’d gotten home.

Lexa chuckled, “Pizza, then?”

“Yeah, okay,” Clarke nodded. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Besides, if we’re not cooking, that means we can do other things,” Lexa grinned.

Clarke rolled her eyes and smiled as she followed Lexa into the living room. Yeah, this was everything she’d ever wanted. Nothing could be better.

#clexa #clexa fanfiction #the 100 #clarke griffin #commander lexa #so this is for the nonnie who requested clexa fluff #i do hope this is alright #i'm not the best at fluff #but i tried #it's my first attempt at clexa stuff #so it's a little shaky #but i hope to improve if i write more for them #which i probs will #idk if the fandom still ships them much anymore tho #but i like them well enough to do some more if anybody wants that #100 fic #clexa fic #my fics

1 note · View note

underbananamoon · 5 years

Text

I tried on a few Halloween masks at a store.

I don’t have a single picture of me in costume as a child. Rolls of film cost money then and we chose carefully what to take pictures of. But I did find this memorable costume which I actually wore. The Princess with the butter-yellow hair and even then I wondered as to why ‘princess’ was never dark haired like me.

Costumes then came in boxes.

I also remember being this guy one year (glow in the dark, no less):

Back then. pop culture was not tied into everything. A skull and a princess are fairly generic, kids used to be ‘bums,’ cowboys, ghosts… Nowadays, scads of things that’ll sit dusty as collectibles or end up in landfills, are made long before movies or cartoons come out- everything from toothbrushes bearing the image of the character… to toys, clothes, figures and Halloween costumes. I will never apologize or feel ‘less than’ for not being ‘up’ on pop culture. If it doesn’t interest me, I’m not going to ‘follow the crowd.’ Well… that’s not entirely true… I remember as a child, at least for a brief awkward tween while, thinking if I did a culturally accepted thing, then I would fit in. As normal. Imagine that kind of thinking? Ha!

I remember this in particular: trying to create mischief on Halloween Eve, when I was in grade school, perhaps about 11 years old. This is the only picture I could locate of me at that age, right after my unruly horse mane hair was chopped and shaped.

The night of shenanigans went something like this: My friend and I decided to walk downtown at dusk under the ruse of telling our parents we were getting a pizza. It only cost $5.00 for a small circle of pizza so splitting the difference between us was doable. We skipped the pizza this time though because we had other business to attend to. Or… we tried anyway. I took a few eggs from my fridge and my friend swiped a few from hers. We put them in our hooded sweatshirt pockets and started off on our adventure, with a stop in the cemetery as was our usual route.

The first time we went into the cemetery we were perplexed and saddened when we did the math on many of the birth and death dates. There were so many babies and toddlers buried there, with their tombstones of lamb and cherub images. We were young enough to be unaware of the widespread influenza and smallpox epidemics in the 1800s and also young enough to be naive about mortality. In a word, finding so many of these graves was: shocking.

There was an area over the far bank, where “old” flowers were dumped. These were flowers, apparently wilted and almost dead, that had been cleared from graves and dumped here. There were many faded bouquets of plastic flowers too for some reason. We collected them in bunches and put them on the children’s graves. Then off we went. It was Mischief Night and were ready to partake.

We had a target house in mind and planned on throwing a few eggs at the cellar door where we figured it would be fairly easy for the house owners to clean up the next day. (Here is my best recollection, my book has a more detailed account because it was written directly from diaries). What rebels we were. My friend reached into her pocket and pulled out an egg. Her first throw was way off mark. Nowhere near the house. My turn, I no sooner pulled an egg out, than I dropped it, right on my sneaker. Mind you, I wasn’t an egg eater, still don’t eat them, (not with a fox, not in a box) so that was pretty disgusting for me. Her turn.

She reached into her other jacket pocket for her last egg when she called out “Ew! My egg broke in my pocket!” I was on my last egg. Better make it count.

I did not make it count. My egg went somewhere into some bushes or something.

A bit discouraged that our mischief had failed, we cut through the back lot of our old brick school, which was no longer a school and not yet the office buildings it would eventually become. The former school had originally been built in the 1800s and now stood empty, in limbo. We had the idea to try one of the doors. It was unlocked. We didn’t dare turn on a light until we got into the “lavatory.” I wanted to check out the old bathroom with the long rows of hunter green stall doors. And I found what I was looking for on one of the walls. A few years before, when I’d been a student there, I’d scratched the word “poop” into the paint. This was my idea of flipping off authority. I told you I was a rebel-rouser. Of course I’d thought “poop” was spelled “poup,” like the word soup… When I found out the correct spelling, I corrected the “u” to form an “o.” Once a pedant, always a pedant.

We flipped off the light and went quietly up the stairs to a classroom, which, like all the others, had a cloakroom with hooks for coats which was behind a wall of the room, with an opening on either end to enter. In the cloakroom was also a kitty corner art supply closet that I remembered as smelling blissful. The “cloakroom,” was really a narrow dark hall of sorts, behind a wall, where we would dump boots and coats, with an entrance on both sides. We went inside it when we heard what we deduced must be the night watchman. He must’ve heard us and was checking the place out for intruders. I pictured my self in the striped attire of the cartoon felon in my mind’s eye.

We closed our eyes tightly and breathed quietly, remaining perfectly still in the shadows, huddled into one another. I dared open an eye as we cowered in the dark cloakroom, and made out the flickers of a flashlight beam from the classroom, devoid of desks of course. It had the familiar radiators under the tall windows, a fire escape door, and shining wood floors that we could hear the man treading on, with surprisingly loud echos.

We heard him walking around a bit, some keys jingling, and after he’d switched off the light and departed, we came out of hiding and proceeded to quietly go downstairs and leave the school. We felt ourselves lucky he had not gone into our hiding place. We’d gone into the school at least 5 times before, (scratching a mark in the bathroom stall to indicate how many times we’d gone in after dark, right next to the poop word.) and every time we’d not been caught. But it was time to make a hasty retreat. It had been close this time. As our hands reached the long bar to push open the door to outside, there were hands on our shoulders and a voice “Stop right here!”

My first reaction was to recoil from touch, as I had had many “Me Too” ‘events’ by this time, but then the dread set in:

Uh-oh. I was going to Sing-Sing.

He proceeded to tell us that “young girls did not need to be doing things like this” and to my surprise he gave us a warning not to ever go in the building again, and he let us go. A quick glance at his face revealed to me something surprising. I couldn’t help but think he looked ‘relieved.’ I had the notion then, that he’d thought the school was haunted all these times he’d heard noises, and having caught us this time, he was relieved it wasn’t! We never ‘broke in’ again.

We ran giggling into a wooded area behind the school. The egg throwing had failed but we had managed to make mischief. What hell-raisers we were. It had rained earlier that day and to our surprise, the area was full of small hopping toads. We decided to put a few in our pockets to play with at home. Halfway home, we decided to take out a toad or two and study them. It became apparent they were peeing. We removed the toads one by one from our pockets and every one peed on our hands. We let them go in the cemetery.

Nowadays, “mischief” takes on far different meanings than it did then. It’s like every day is “Mischief” night, (that’s putting it lightly) all over the world somewhere and each person takes it up a notch. The reality of what this world has become, is scarier than anything I could ever have imagined.

These days, I’m content to leave the light off on Halloween. It’s not that I’m a curmudgeon, or “too cheap to buy candy,” or a Halloween-hater. None of the above. In fact my family walks right in with their little ones; and I am glad to see them. They know that having the light off does not apply to them. I am just at the age, I suppose, when the disruption of the incessant doorbell (which sets off my dog to being startled and barking) is just too much and not partaking is what is kindest for me. I’ve been playing around with SnapChat. Here are a few favorites:

This is my favorite, and those are my real glasses, for the indecisive,, each lens a different shape.

These pictures are from Autumn walks. It is important to capture this type of New England beauty as the color is a short time and how easy to forget the vibrancy or worse, to take it for granted. Every season in New England brings something to wonder at. Lots of walks before it is too cold for me.

But back to Halloween, here are some images (Snapchat, Edits) of my beloved cat. Recent documentation I’ve found puts his age at 17 not 19 as I’d thought. He has stopped the seizures and still purrs.

Anyway, I hope Halloween is safe and fun for kids and adults alike, in whatever way one chooses to partake, or not partake.

Kimberly Gerry-Tucker, author of under the banana moon text link

https://www.amazon.com/Under-Banana-Moon-Living-Aspergers/dp/150572886X

Halloween Shenanigans I tried on a few Halloween masks at a store. I don't have a single picture of me in costume as a child.

#autism #halloween #life

0 notes

fanofawesomethings · 7 years

Text

A Gift For You

This story is a commission piece for Bixbite’s OC Gems, Bixbite and Onyx. These two OC’s are some of my favorite. If you want a fanfiction of your own message me and I will give you my prices.

Previous Bixbite and Onyx’s adventures

High atop Bixbite’s mountain, literally sitting on the point at the very top which she flattened to make a better seat, Onyx sat watching the line at the far end of her sights. In front of her the sun lazily rose to fill the tiresome blue sky with radiant light to start the day, the same way it did for however many days since Onyx came to the mountain; she lost count. And behind her was the empty field in the valley, a sullen graveyard of Gem weapons and scars inflicted upon the land because of the battle that took place there. She didn’t know how long it had been since she promised herself she’d wait for her fellow squad members to return, but Onyx could clearly tell that the pasture and the animals that were fed by it on the valley had grown twice as large. She could hardly imagine such a vast area of Emerald green was once a battlefield—she could hardly imagine it was the very same she fought on before waking up. So much had changed and Onyx found it head-wrenching to think about it all at once.

Far below her in the mountain slope, Bixbite sat on her favorite rock and talked to Beak, her favorite bird. She was whispered into the hawk’s ear, gigging as she looked over her shoulder at Onyx without knowing that Onyx was watching her. The black Gem’s keen ears listened in on the conversation even if a great distance separated the two.

“I taught Onyx how to sleep yesterday. You should’a seen her, Beak, she rolled around so many times. And her hair was all messed up. And she kept kicking in her sleep. And the growling was so loud,” Bixbite giggled to an animal that had no idea what she was saying.

Onyx blushed. She didn’t know how Bixbite managed to convince her to drop her guard. Her! A Gem soldier! What’s more, Onyx didn’t know how she always seemed to give in to Bixbite’s requests. The time they went into the human town, when they followed Jason to his “job”, going to Jason’s house, and many other instances attracted questions into the solemn Gem. It was all a mess to think about.

“GAH! What’s wrong with me?! How did I become such a pushover?!” Onyx growled.

She peered over the edge again and at last Bixbite noticed her. A pinkish smile puffed Bixbite’s cheeks as she waved to Onyx. A shade of gray blush formed on Onyx’s cheeks. Suddenly an overwhelming feeling came over Onyx like she would willingly do anything Bixbite would ask.

“GAH!”

Bixbite couldn’t hear Onyx’s tantrum, only see the small black speck on the mountain peak start to whip around.

Onyx punctured her fingers into the limestone rock. Her face was bright gray and she panted like a ravenous animal.

“I need to think. Yeah. Think! I need time to think!” Onyx’s eyes drifted down to Bixbite’s smiling face again and quickly her mind turned to shambles. “I need to think…somewhere else!”

Onyx kicked off the mountain peak and descended down at top, landing next to Bixbite with a grand impact, scaring away Beak.

“I’m going for a walk,” said Onyx.

“A walk? Where?” Bixbite asked, searching the trees for Beak.

“I don’t know. Anywhere, I’ll be back before sunset.”

“Oh, wait!”

Bixbite ran into the cave and came back out carrying a little brown square, a hardcover book.

“Jason let me borrow this ‘berk’. I finished it, could you return it to him if you’re going?” Bixbite asked, and just as Onyx worried she was unable to refuse the request.

She pinned the book to her suit and leaped into the forest. The “walk” Onyx had in mind was something faster and rougher than Bixbite imagined as she watched her burst through the forest, trampling everything in her path like a raging bull.

In almost no time at all and without having reached any sort of conclusion to her pondering, Onyx reached the wooden cabin outside of the nearest human town. The human friend to them, Jason, sat on his porch when he spotted a cloud of dust coming towards him; after nearly five months knowing them, he knew it could only be Onyx. The black Gem stopped in front of his house, a sunken path of trampled dirt behind her.

“Hey Onyx, out by yourself this time?” Jason asked. He had a block of wood in hand and a knife in the other. The knife was off-putting to Onyx.

“Yeah, what of it?” Onyx growled.

“Nothing, nothing. Geez, you’re always a bright ray of sunshine.” Jason returned to his wood and knife.

He scraped long threads of wood off the block, turning it with every scrape. His cuts were diligent and his eyes were sharp. Every time the knife touched the block he’d hesitate, contemplating the next move, before moving. In four scraps his flannel shirt was soaked with sweat.

“What are you doing?” Onyx asked, mildly interested.

“Shh!” Jason snapped. He heard an audible growl below Onyx’s breath and he immediately regret shushing her. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just…I need to concentrate. I’m making something for someone.”

“Why?”

Jason looked up at her with confusion. “Because this girl I like says she likes art. Don’t you Gems give each other gifts? You know, to be nice?”

“Gifts? Nice? Do you mean fusion?” It was the only thing Onyx knew that seemed close to what Jason spoke of.

“Is that what you call it? Yeah gifts could lead to that—not with my luck. Anyway, sometimes people give other people thing to show how much they mean to them. Have you ever given Bixbite anything?”

The question broke through Onyx’s barriers, making her ponder if she had ever given Bixbite anything. She hadn’t. Suddenly guilt invaded her mind.

“I—I haven’t. Was I supposed to?! Why didn’t she tell me? How was I supposed to know? This isn’t my fault, I didn’t know!”

“Whoa, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you express anything that wasn’t anger. Relax, big girl, you don’t need to give gifts but if you want to you should.”

“I…I think…I want to…give Bix…something…gift!” Onyx’s mind slowed to a near halt.

Jason set aside his masterpiece in the making and began searching his wallet. “That’s one way of saying it. Here, take some money and go into town. Look for something Bixbite might like.”

Holding the flimsy scraps of green paper Onyx’s mind began to halt to a complete halt. She tried to remember that day Bix and she went to Wheat Town. So many things passed her sights then: humans she’s never seen before, food, clothes, trackers, toys, and trucks, everything common to humans but otherworldly to the Homeworld Gem. Trying to remember all of it at once was straining. But there was an underlying feeling reeling it’s head: empty, a feeling without feeling, and at it’s center was the money Onyx held in her hand.

“No,” said Onyx ripping the money without knowing what it meant for Jason who look on at the shredded pieces with defeat. “I think…I feel like it’ll be better if I made her something…like you.”

“Uh—right,” said Jason in a dulled voice, not even paying attention. “So, what are you gonna make her?”

“GRAGH! I don’t know alright! I don’t make things; I’m not a Bismuth! I’m supposed to break things!”

Onyx punched the ground with her feet as she took off towards the mountain. In Jason’s twilight state his hand cut an unintentional piece from the block.

The sun began to fall from the center of the sky as the hour of Onyx’s promised return was impending. All of a sudden Onyx felt like she had a time limit placed on her. A blank canvas surrounded her and a mind finely inept at making things stared off into space; when half an hour passed with Onyx literally not moving from the same spot she stood she began to regret not taking the money.

“Make something, make something,” Onyx repeated. She smacked her hands on her head. “Bixy likes animals, human stuff…uh…being nice to everyone. She’s really sweet and considerate, she goes out of her way to make me smile and she has an adorable lau—”

Onyx stopped in her tracks because with every word her face blush burned brighter.

Her Gem glowed. Without a word spoken and without much thought driving her action, Onyx pulled trees out of with their roots as if they were toothpicks. She grabbed boulders together and threw them into a pile with the trees. Her supplies were in front of her and she looked at them with intent blazing in her dark eyes. The roar of unbendable objects being forcibly twisted and pulled echoed.

Bixbite finally found Beak after it flew away. She talked about all her times with Onyx since she last saw the bird until sunset came and the hawk flew away to sleep in its nest nearby. For a while Bixbite was lonely, back to her alone state while Onyx wasn’t around. She sat with her feet and arms close to her body like an expectant child while watching the crater Onyx made with her landing and waiting for her treasured companion to return. Even after being alone for so long ago, Bixbite wasn’t ready to experience it again.

The forest was parted. Bixbite shot up to her feet, a brimming smile returned to her face and she breathed a sigh of relief that Onyx was finally home, but at first sight Bixbite noticed something odd. Onyx was slow and precise in her steps; she didn’t even leap into the rocks from the ground, instead climbing at a snail’s pace up to her, holding her clutched hands together.

“Onyx? What’s the matter?” Bixbite asked, curious at whatever lay hidden in Onyx’s hands.

Onyx wasn’t as ready as she would’ve hoped, confronting Bixbite like an unarmed soldier against an army. “I…I…just…Human Jason told me that you give gifs to people you care about…to show how much they mean to you. I…made you…something.”

What looked like a spider web of silvery, metallic thread was intertwined in the middle of a circle shape of wood with a stick as a handle while holding bright rocks within it. The rocks were polished, tumbled using Onyx’s immense strength to make them smooth, until they sparkled like real Gems. The object looked like similar to a mirror. To her she saw something unique being held with diligent care and being handed to her. As she held it in her hands, its weight pressed down against her magenta skin, her eyes shined brighter than stars just looking at it.

“Goooolllly…what is it?” Bixbite asked, entranced.

“I don’t know,” Onyx was embarrassed to say. “I just starting making it and before I realized it was done.”

Bixbite held it with the handle and saw her reflection in the polished stones. Meanwhile Onyx waited with pin and needles poking at her stomach for Bixbite to respond.

“S-So, what do you think?” Onyx inquired, on edge.

“It’s so beautiful,” Bixbite said with awe.

Slowly and delicately, Bixbite set the unknown object with no name down at her feet and then threw herself on top of Onyx, wrapping her arms around the black Gem’s waist, rubbing her cheeks against her.

“I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it! I really love it! Thank you thank you thank you!” Bixbite gushed.

All of a sudden, as a steady stream of color brightened Onyx’s face and her Gem began to turn warm with her delight, Onyx felt as though she knew the answer to her scrambling thoughts earlier that day. Seeing Bixbite smile made it all worth it.

“Wait, I didn’t get you anything,” Bixbite said, saddened by guilt.

Onyx tenderly stroked the unruly bangs off so she could see Bixbite’s shimmering face without obstruction.

“You gave me a friend and a home, Bix, there’s nothing better you could give me.”

Bixbite blushed and went back to burying her face into Onyx’s abs. Onyx sat back and relaxed knowing that it would take sometime until Bixbite would allow her to get free again.

#Steven Universe #steven universe au #au #fanfiction #fan fiction #writing #Bixbite #fiction #gemsona #commission

1 note · View note