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gilverrwrites · 2 months

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Could you make a Sam Winchester having erotic dreams with his female best friend?

Author Note: Hello! I hope you don't mind, but I combined this request with your other request for Dean in the same scenario (and added Cas cause 😍) I'm also working on a separate fic for Dean having erotic dreams about a rival per that request. I really hope you enjoy! ❤️

Rating: M/18+

Words: 1940 (Dean 685, Sam 685, Cas 570)

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It's a total coincidence that Dean and Sam are both 685 each!

Please remember: To focus on the things that make you happy.

Dean Winchester

“Oooh yes Dean, yes, that’s it.” Your voice sounds hoarse and breathy. Makes sense cause you’ve been moaning like that, praising like that all night. “You like that baby?” Dean asks from beneath you, completely entranced by the bounce of your breasts and the sway of your hips as you ride him. “You like fuckin’ yourself on my dick baby?” “Yes, Dean, yes! You feel so fucking good. Make me feel so good.” You chant, and when your head rolls back in ecstasy, Dean follows. His fingers grip at your skin, forcing you against him as he ruts into you, spilling himself inside.

That was last night’s dream. The most recent in a string of dreams that left him hot and bothered every morning. The worst part was facing you. Trying to look you in the eye, discuss a case, or make a game plan without thinking about you naked and moaning on his dick.

He’d been avoiding you as much as possible, but sometimes just your name was enough to make him pop a boner, much like the one he had now. He positioned his beer bottle over his offending member and forced himself to stare out the window, averting his gaze from the sight of you, bent over the nearest pool table.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” The sound of your voice made him jump. Man, how out of it was he?

“What?” He looked up at you, hands on hips, staring down at him. The sight made his lips dry. “Oh nothin’, I think I’ve had too many. Maybe I should call it a night.”

“You’ve had like two drinks. That barely even touches the sides.” You state, and you’re not wrong. You know him too well. He can’t help clenching his jaw as you sit down across from him. When he sees how your new angle offers him a perfect shot of your cleavage, he thinks he might start grinding away his teeth. “Anyway, that’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean then?” He leans in closer. Not to be closer, but he hopes leaning forward might help hide the bulge in his jeans.

“You’ve been acting funny, and avoiding me all wee-“

“N-“

“Don’t interrupt. Yes, you have.” You punctuate your statement by placing your drink on the table. You don’t slam, but it's hard and firm enough to communicate your point. “Don’t you try to deny it Dean Winchester! I know you too well. You’ve been avoiding me, and when you can’t get away you’re all squirrely and quiet. Now tell me what’s going on.”

He drains his beer as he thinks it over. Partly to try and return some moisture to his mouth but primarily to buy himself some time while he thinks things over. If he’s honest, he might get something out of it. A one-night stand, a fuck buddy, maybe more? Or he might lose you, which he couldn’t stand.

“I…”

“Come on Dean, whatever it is, we’ll get through it. We always do.”

Fuck it. You’re right. He gestures to the bartender for another round, takes a deep breath, and spills. And a funny thing happens: he starts to feel more relaxed as he lets it out. If you’re not into it, that’s fine. So long as it doesn’t scare you off.

When he’s done, he watches you as you process his confession. Man, he loves the way your face moves when you’re thinking.

“So…” You purse your lips and take a quick sip of your drink as you prepare your response. “What’s the problem? Do you not want to sleep with me?”

“No, I do. Obviously, you’re…” hot, incredible, the only woman I want. Unable to voice any of the thoughts in his head at that moment, he gestures to you, head to toe and back again. “I just don’t want it to cause problems between us. Our friendship”

“Then we won’t let it.” You state matter-of-factly. “Now, are you gonna take me back to the bunker so we can fuck each other dumb or not?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Sam Winchester

His fingers are knuckle deep inside of you as you lay back, spread out across his bed. “Fuckkk… Sam!” You look up at him, eyes hazy, hair a mess, and he can feel his dick throb in response. “Sam, I’m so full.” “Poor baby.” He coos in response. “So full already, and I’ve barely even touched you.” He watches the way your expression melts at his words with pride, when he sees your lips start to form your reply, he places a direct smack to your clit. The whine you release is music to his ears. The way you wither and moan as he begins to play with your clit, fuck, you’re so hot. “Are you ready for more?” He asks. He’s pleased when you begin vigorously nodding. “Yes, Sam! Yes! Yes, please!”

Years of impersonating officials and hustling at almost every bar he stopped at had earned Sam a more than convincing poker face. But you always saw right through it.

For that reason, Sam had been bending over backwards to avoid you. He wasn’t totally sure what he was hiding, the fact that he’d dreamed about you, or the fact that he’d furiously masturbated to the memory of it upon waking up. Either way, he wasn’t ready to face you.

He’d hung back in the morning, grabbing his breakfast later than usual. Gone to the local library all day to research, citing a change of scenery when Dean questioned him, and had gone grocery shopping as an excuse to stay out later.

After unpacking the shopping, he’d hopped in the shower, making up for skipping his usual morning routine.

What he hadn’t accounted for was finding you, dressed in nothing but your panties and one of his t-shirts, in the centre of his bed. The very bed he’d vividly fantasised about pleasing you in.

It wasn’t an unusual sight. You were his best friend after all. You often hung out in each other’s rooms, and you frequently borrowed his shirts. He just really could have done without all this today.

“Hey Sam.” You greeted him with a smile, looking up from your laptop. “I missed you today.”

“Hey.” He responds awkwardly. Both hands clutching at his towel. He clears his throat before continuing. “Yeah, I was busy I guess. You too.”

“No worries.” You assure him before returning your gaze to your screen. “I could use your help with something if that’s alright?”

“Sure.” He approaches the bed. Certain close proximity will escalate his predicament he resolves to remain standing. However, looking down at you, with your head so close to his crotch, is equally stirring something within him. Reluctantly, he sits beside you. He glances at your computer briefly but quickly becomes preoccupied with adjusting and readjusting his towel, determined to cover the growing erection beneath.

“So, I’ve been looking into the apple of Sodom for Claire but…” he swears he meant to listen, but he’d never noticed how good you smell before, or how your skin glows even under the dingy light of his room. “Sam? Sam are you even listening?”

“Yeah, of course.” He finally tunes back in. “Apple of Sodom, Claire… hand of God?”

He looks into your eyes to judge his improv, but you’re staring, wide-eyed, right at the thing he’s been trying to hide.

“Is that- are you…” You look at his face, and he can feel the heat spreading across his cheeks. “For- because of me?”

“I’m sorry!” He stands, pausing to compose his words before continuing his apology. “I just, I had this dream last night about you, and it’s all I’ve been able to think about all day. I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s wrong.”

“Why is it wrong?”

“Because you’re my friend. My best friend.”

“Right.” You always saw right through him, but fortunately, that was a two-way skill, and right now, he could hear, he could feel the disappointment you were radiating.

“Unless…” he cocks a brow at you, and your body immediately perks up. You look up at him, eyes hazy, identical to his dream. “Do you want this too?”

Castiel

You’re a vision on your knees before him, eyes watering, cheeks puffed out, hair tangled between his fingers. He stares intently, relishing in all the subtle movements of your faces as he lazily pumps his penis between your lips. His grip grows tighter every time he feels the back of your throat against his tip. Your muffled pants and moans are music to his ears. The way your lips glisten beneath the sheen of your own saliva is erotic, and he worries the sight of you alone will be enough to make him finish before he’s really begun.

It’s that vision he’s thinking of now as he watches you on your hands and knees, scrubbing a chalk pentagram off the floor.

He’s brought out of his chain of thoughts by the sound of your voice. “Is there something on my face?”

“No.” He squints at your face; he is confident it looks fine, more than fine, beautiful in fact, but he examines it in more depth, nonetheless. “There is nothing on your face. In fact, your face is quite adequate.”

“Quite adequate, I’ll take that as high praise.” You laugh. He’s not certain what’s so funny, but the sound is exquisite, and only further fuels the unfamiliar fiery feeling he’s experiencing. “But seriously, why are you staring at me?”

Your line of questioning makes sense to him now. He briefly considers lying to you, but on the spot he cannot think of anything convincing. “I slept last night.”

“I didn’t know Angels did that.” It’s not a question, but he has learned many human cues during his time on Earth. You’re digging for more information.

“We can, but we do not need to, so typically we don’t. I thought I might trial it to see if it would help in replenishing my grace.” He answers.

“Did it help?” Your inquisitiveness is ceaseless. It is something he has always liked about you.

“No.” He replies, he enjoys the brief frown of disappointment you give in response. “I did however, dream of you.”

“Ahh, and what did me and my quite adequate face do in your dream?” You’re smiling again as you scrub at a particularly stubborn stain. He notices the unintentionally alluring way you chew at your bottom lip and is immediately reminded of the way you had looked in his dream, as you waited in anticipation for him to expose his genitals.

He allows himself to wonder how you will react to his next statement; he hopes you’ll be as excited and pliable as you had been in his fantasy. “You were nude, on your knees, performing fellatio on my, well, my vessels penis.”

“Oh!” You respond in a tone that he believes to be humorous and a little surprised. Until you look down at your knees, considering your precarious position. “Oooooh.”

You don’t say anything else, nor do you look back up at him. He begins to worry that he may have said something inappropriate, or that you thought he had disliked the experience.

“It was an enjoyable dream, if that is your concern.” He attempts to offer comfort.

“Well, I suppose that’s good news.” You nod to yourself; your tone gives nothing away. “I wonder if my real-life skills are as enjoyable as your fantasies.”

“I wouldn’t know, we have never…” His line of speech, his thoughts are interrupted by the enticing sight of you crawling towards him. “Oh.”

#supernatural reader insert #supernatural imagine #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #supernatural x reader #spn imagine #gilverrwrites

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 6 days

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me: i'd like a little chaggie angst in my life.

me: nothing major. no blood or screaming or anything like that.

me: maybe something that could slot into canon without much trouble? something quiet. something sad. a small gut punch, is what im after

my brain: On in boss! Give me a sec.

my brain: .....

my brain: Okay how about this- Charlie was so hyped and determined to have Vaggie come with for the heaven trip not just bc they're partners, but also because- Charlie was gonna propose.

me: .... why would she propose? and in heaven? aside from it just being a nicer less gory place in general, i mean

my brain: Well Charlie was super excited about the trip, right? She thought there was a good chance they'd win their case, confirm Angel Dust's path to redemption, show their hotel could work, and prove the exterminations aren't needed and should stop. That's HUGE! That's her and Vaggie's current life goal getting checked off- and if they can stick together through making a hotel for redeeming sinners work, then marriage is kinda just yelling that for everyone to hear.

me: wouldn't charlie be freaked out by marriage tho. her parents are separated, and her family fell apart for while afterwards. she's only just started picking up the pieces with vaggie

my brain: EXACTLY!!! Vaggie got her talking with her dad, talking with him got him kinda onboard with the save sinners plan- the plan Charlie is trying to make her mom proud with! So her mom and dad aren't together, but they're least on the same page now! As far as Charlie knows anyway. Meaning them being married had REASONS behind it, reasons that haven't gone away even after they separated- so it's not like them being married to each other was for nothing or a mistake. It was good! It can still end good! And having Vaggie in her life is what helped all of that happen in the first place. Soooooo....

me: marry that girl?

my brain: Charlie was expecting her and Vaggie to get a great win up in heaven, together, as partners. What better time and place to say how much she wants to keep doing that with her?

me: hmm

my brain: Plus if Angel Dust got the green light for an eventual move to heaven, having the wedding before then would be kinda important if they wanted to be SURE he could be there for it. And Charlie would DEFINITELY want Angel there for it.

me: true, true.... so, what are we picturing here tho? how does all this... become a thing i can feel sad over?

my brain: Well first, imagine Charlie planning it. Being exited for it.

me: oh she'd be so very excited

my brain: Imagine her the entire time they're headed to and are up in heaven, checking her pocket whenever no one's looking, triple checking on the ring, grinning to herself- physically straining under the urge to just blurt everything out to Vaggie like she usually does BUT wanting SO MUCH for this to be a special surprise for Vaggie!

my brain: She goes on the heaven tour while Vaggie stays behind, and Charlie's a little relieved to get a break from the constant urge to get down on one knee whenever she looks over at her girlfriend- she spends the whole tour of heaven gushing about Vaggie, barely taking in the sights- maybe even lets slip, to her HORROR, what she's planning to ask (a beaming Emily SWEARS not to say a word)

Getting back to their room Charlie has to spend ten minutes pacing outside, muttering to herself and checking the ring and REMINDING herself NOT to just pull it out the moment she walks in and sees Vaggie again after a whole two hours apart- She goes in, buzzing with pent up marriage proposal energy, not sure she WON'T just say it all right then and there, and...

Vaggie's curled up on the bed, asleep, luggage open next to her and one of Charlie's spare shirts tucked around her like a blanket, a small stressed frown on her face as she naps.

Charlie melts. She takes a slow deep breath, lets out a long happy sigh, and tip toes quietly over. She does get down on one knee- to be on a level with Vaggie so she can smile at her and stroke her hair and smooch that pinchy frowny face, chuckling softly about how Vaggie never stops worrying about things, even in her sleep. At least Vaggie IS sleeping now. She hadn't gotten much of it, leading up to the trip here.

The ring is pulled out of Charlie's coat and slipped into pants pocket instead so Charlie can safely drape the coat itself over Vaggie, who's curled up as if Heaven's perfect temperature feels a bit chilly- and Charlie moves the luggage to make room on the the bed so she can snuggle in behind Vaggie, arms wrapped around her, maybe not able to resist playing with her girlfriend's left hand a little before dozing off herself.

Imagine Vaggie had been working up the courage to tell Charlie the truth when Charlie came back.... but she wakes up already safe in Charlie's hug, and it's- it'd be one thing to face Charlie across the room and see her turn away- it'd be another to FEEL her let go. Or to be the one who breaks the hold, maybe for the last time

So Vaggie doesn't tell Charlie.

And the trial goes, the way it goes, and Charlie- never tells Vaggie what she wanted to say either.

Instead of asking a question, Charlie gets answer, and they both find themselves on their knees in heaven- but for all the wrong reasons.

Then its bad. Charlie's up in their room alone with Razzle and Dazzle- and the RING- and she keeps trying to put it away or even chuck it out the window... but it always ends up tucked in her fist. Slipped safely back in her pocket.

In Cannibal Town, at Rosie's, when asked if she loves Vaggie, Charlie stumbles over her answer- not because she doesn't love her or doubt it, but.

She almost blurts out, at the worst moment- yes she loves Vaggie. She was even going to ask her to....

Everything all flies out the window back at the hotel gates.

They've got a fighting chance against heaven, hungry cannibals to arm with angelic steel, friends who chose to stay and FIGHT for their home and each other instead of running for cover- it's not what Charlie wanted but she'll damn well take it and she means to KEEP IT- there's no time to think about what the actual battle will be like or what (or if anything) comes after.

Charlie doesn't remember the ring again until days after the After.

At night in bed, after a long day doing more minor endless finishing touches to the new hotel (with Vaggie) and an evening writing out thank yous to everyone who helped hoping none of the overlords suddenly think of an extra cost to that help, rewording until her hand ached (and Vaggie took it gently and tugged her away with a "we'll finish them tomorrow, sweetie")

Charlie wakes up at night, in bed with Vaggie, and lays there staring up at the dark ceiling, frozen in panic- until she not frozen anymore but slipping out of bed and into carpeted middle of the room, hooves muffled as she paces, picking up KeeKee on the way and petting her frantically as she tries to THINK-

The ring, the fucking RING.

She doesn't know where the ring went.

Where she put it- still in her pocket when she was changing into her dress for the battle? Which pocket- pants or coat? Where had she put those- no one had bothered much with stuff like laundry when there were fortifications to be made! Not with Vaggie running daily drills on how to fight exorcists, not with Charlie scrambling to learn how to fight after a life of not ever wanting or needing to, but heaven had done those things to Vaggie, had hurt her, and wanted to do worse to their friends and Charlie would be DAMNED if-

had Charlie's one random set of clothes survived the blasts from the battle? Had they been sitting in the rubble somewhere? The ring- the ring should have made it- it'd been made to LAST after all-

Had someone else found it? She would've heard if anyone from the hotel had picked up a fancy ring though- a random cannibal or sinner maybe?

Or...

... maybe it was just lost. Just, gone.

Fallen in some crevasse or crack into some deeper part of hell, if it hadn't been melted and shattered with all the holy and unholy power being thrown around.

She knows exactly what that would look like, after all those times spent checking the ring, staring at it and trying to picture Vaggie wearing it without squeeing too loud. It would've looked good on her- but that daydream is gone too, and Charlie just sees the ruins of it.

Black obsidian band broken, gold edging melted, inner inscription burned away. The paired musical notes articulated with fermata like little rising suns above them (the pause, to be held as long as they wanted it to be) bracketed and bracketing the blood red, small, heart-shaped diamond....

All of it now probably just one dulled chip of rock lying somewhere no one will ever see.

Charlie, standing in the middle of her and Vaggie's new bedroom, staring at Vaggie asleep in their bed- her exhausted girlfriend planted face-fist into a pillow, silver gray angel wings flopped awkwardly over the covers and spreading out so long and slack (relaxed) they droop over mattress on either side, flight feathers brushing the floor.

The scars are still there too. Also silvery pale in the dim glow of hell outside the windows.

But when Charlie finally releases KeeKee and slips over to adjust Vaggie's pillow (she'd get a cricked neck otherwise) she has to stop and kneel down on the floor for a bit (down on one knee again too) and stare.

Vaggie's smiling in her sleep. Her eyepatch is off for the night, thin slit of black nothing peeking out under the lashes of that eye, and Charlie can see the fresh scars on her left arm from fighting off Lute.

Charlie, picking up Vaggie's left hand playing with it again, like she had up in heaven. Pressing a small kiss to the stab wound in it's palm.

It would've been nice to put on ring on that hand instead.

But Charlie finds herself smiling anyway, softly, as she squeezes into the thin strip of space between Vaggie and the edge of her side of the bed. She snuggles in close, Charlie's cheek on Vaggie's scarred hand and her arms wrapping tight around her own small piece of something way better than heaven.

Vaggie's wing stirring and drawing in, folding over Charlie like an extra blanket and a dreamy hug, not even having to be awake to want her closer.

"Next time," Charlie whispering as she falls asleep looking at her partner- her partner in every way that matters. "'m gonna wait for you to ask... 's your turn to worry about stupid rings, and, stuff...."

On the carpet in the middle of the room, KeeKee licks a paw. Stops. Coughs. Spits something out- something that chimes metallically as it bounces and rolls off the edge of the carpet an onto the floor-

KeeKee sniffs the thing curiously. Bats at it with one paw, pushing it under a dresser drawer. Then, bored, licks said paw and saunters off.

Vaggie's startled wings will fling herself backwards so hard and fast into the bedroom wall she'll end up giving herself a concussion, later, when she finds the ring.

it's her turn to worry about it, after all

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #au idea #silly headcanons #maybe?#fluff and sad and angst and fluff again #uhhhhh so charlie's day up in heaven!#can we make it Worse?#maybe... maybe......#maybe she'll still be okay afterwards anyway #if she has vaggie to snuggle with #<3

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electrosair · 11 months

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Comforting you after a nightmare

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: albedo + zhongli + xiao (separate)

word count: 1k (more than 300 per each one)

Albedo

If you tell him you had a nightmare there will only be three options for him: 1 You tell him what happened. 2 He offers to make you a weird anti-bad-dream-potion. 3 Simply fondles you until you fall asleep again.

There's nothing wrong with that, but he would be able to stay up all night if the nightmare is very recurrent. Being there for you when you wake up in a lousy state is his priority.

Need water? You got it. More blankets? Four boxes of sleeping pills? Take it for granted.

In case you tell him what the dream is about, he'll do his best to find out if it has some deeper meaning, and if it's about some past trauma, insecurity or anything like that, he'll personally make sure you understand that everything will be okay in his arms.

The air hitting one of the windows woke me up, and honestly, I was more than grateful to the anemo archon for that. My heart was beating fast and every time I thought about it, the more it increased, the nervousness gnawing at me from head to toe. And just when I thought my breathing was calming down again, to make me forget that nightmare and go back to lying peacefully under the warm blankets, the door handle slowly moved. For a few seconds time stood still, but when Albedo's blond head appeared behind the door it returned to normal. His mere presence calmed me and, clutching a sheet, tears began to roll down my cheeks. "Oh, what are you doing awake?" through the darkness of the room he walked over to the bed, his new look of concern on me causing him to stop in his tracks. "Did something happen?" I shook my head and moved my left arm to wipe the moisture from my face. "Are you sure?" "Yeah…. Just a bad dream" "Do you want to talk about it? Maybe we can come to some conclusion" He pulled me into his arms and lay on his back, resting my head on his chest. "Maybe tomorrow, now I just want to sleep" "Rest well, if you wake up again and I'm asleep, wake me up, okay?" He left a kiss on my scalp and I closed my eyes.

Zhongli

He would know perfectly well that you just had a nightmare, what can we say, he is a god, at least something out of the ordinary he will notice in you.

First he will try to calm you down if it was really bad, caressing your skin and saying nice words to calm you down.

Then he will ask you about it, and even if he already knows everything, he will listen attentively to you unburden yourself if that's what you want.

If after the incident you don't want to sleep anymore or you find it hard he will insist on reading to you, any book would be fine, he would use the sweetest voice to make you recover the lost sleep.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to forget the images that kept replaying over and over in my mind after the nightmare. As I was about to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, at least to wash my face, I felt a hand grab my wrist softly. "Is everything okay, darling?" his calm voice broke me from my thoughts for a few moments and I threw myself into his arms. He stroked my head gently, tangling his fingers through my hair. "Sure you don't want to talk about it?" I just shook my head, hugging him tighter and burying my head even more into his chest. He sighed and moved his hand from my hair to my cheek, moving his thumb over it, his other hand on my waist, holding me against his torso. "Then go back to sleep, it's still night." I shook my head simply. "Oh, don't you want to?" "I can't…" He sighed again and kissed my scalp. "Close your eyes, relax, do you want me to read you something?" Even if I refused, I knew he was going to do it anyway, so I let him pick out a book and he started with the reading, still caressing my skin and drawing patterns on it. All I knew was that the next morning there was the book on the pillow and the sun's rays illuminating his face.

Xiao

It was like some kind of weird instinct that alerted him that you had had a bad dream.

If he is not in bed with you at the time, he will simply run to where you are to protect you from yourself and your thoughts.

I doubt Xiao would know what to say in situations like this where you need a little comfort, so I think he would cradle you in his arms and not separate from you for a single second.

He would definitely look for some kind of ancient amulet or charm to make sure you wouldn't have any more nightmares like that again. And, in case you had one, at least that would make you feel more protected and closer to him.

Small tears splashed down my cheeks as I jerked up out of bed, sitting still and trying to breathe more calmly. Suddenly, the windows opened wide and the sound of something metallic echoed in the room, strong arms wrapped around me and pressed my head against his chest, so I could hear his heartbeat. "I'm here now." His whisper echoed in my ears and I hugged his body too. He held me there until I calmed down, making sure there was no more crying left, cupped my face in his hands and pressed a single kiss to my cheek. "Is it okay if we go outside?" he continued to whisper and pinned his gaze on my pupils, dilated so I could appreciate him in the dark of the night. Without waiting for much of a response from me, he took me in his arms bridal style and somehow, in a way I didn't quite grasp due to exhaustion, carried us up to the roof. He sat down calmly, leaning us on the tiles, and hugged me as he covered my body as best he could, trying to keep my warmth in. It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in, but the nightmares didn't return after that.

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frozenjokes · 6 days

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Idly, from the crack of his ajar bedroom door, Cub watched Scar through gentle eyes, the other sitting at the couch, ever so slightly slumped as he watched the news, or maybe watch was a strong word, because it looked a bit more like he was sleeping. An awake Scar was never so still, so relaxed, the rise and fall of his shoulders never so slow. An awake Scar typically knew when he was being watched, a strong internal sense, and he would turn around, arm draped over the back of the sofa with a lazy smile, and Cub might greet him, or he might just shut the door, the observation not nearly as fun when the other knew he was there. Cub smiled, basking in the opportunity to simply look without being known. Scar’s hair was a certified mess, more than it usually was, the funny little cowlick at the back of his head completely out of control. Not that Scar ever tried very hard to tame it anyway. But today he didn’t have to try at all, because today he was here, and there were no cameras, no scrutiny. Well, maybe there was a little scrutiny, but Grian wasn’t home right now. Just Cub. Just Cub.

Scar’s legs were in the shop today, routine maintenance and things, but instead of spending the day in town as he typically did on these types of off days, he asked to spend it here, to just hang out, relax. Take off the mask and not think at all. And who would Cub be to deny him?

There was something so deeply satisfying seeing him here, out of uniform. He had arrived in it out of necessity; very few people had no legs and wheelchairs decked out in HotGuy merchandise, but Scar had changed once inside, visibly reveling in the luxury of being Here. In a place with people he trusted. No mask. No legs. No uniform. Being.. Scar. Given the nuclear identity crises Scar had been experiencing lately, this was nothing short of the ultimate freedom. And what an honor to be able to provide that, to be trusted enough that even a man so deeply insecure of his place in the world could find it in himself to just relax around you. To be himself. To fall asleep on the sofa without the fear of sharp edges.

Cub ducked out of his room, tip-toeing over to shut off the news. He didn’t care to hear it, and didn’t think it was too good for Scar either, not today. The scene reimagined to his liking, Cub slunk back to his room then walked from it again, normally, and draped his arms around Scar’s neck, humming. Scar roused, and Cub got the pleasure of seeing him blink away sleep.

“Ello,” Scar mumbled, leaning back to hit Cub’s chest with his head, and Cub closed his eyes, a small smile forming across his lips (maybe. Sometimes when he thought he was smiling, he didn’t look any different at all, his mind’s eye only playing tricks on his physical sense of self).

“Hi. You tired?”

Scar gave the question a moment of thought, endearingly, trying to push back further into the couch, like the barrier between them was a great frustration. Cub didn’t make any move to be closer, internally amused. Scar sighed, “Not really. Just got a bit bored, closed my eyes. Was still listening.”

Cub very much doubted that. He didn’t think Scar was lying or anything, just that he simply didn’t know how asleep he really was. No point addressing it though. “That’s good. I was thinking about you, y’know.” Cub snaked around the side of the couch, settling himself half on top of Scar, probably with far less grace than he was imagining. Whatever the case, Scar didn’t seem to care, looking more delighted than anything to have Cub so close.

“Were you now,” Scar returned the gently flirtatious tone, always one for a little bit of a game. It was intense sometimes, looking Scar in the eyes, but there was such a deep contentment there today, and Cub found himself unable to tear his eyes away. “Well, you know I can’t help myself. I have to ask.”

Cub chuckled, burrowing a bit closer to rest his head in the crook of Scar’s neck. “Was thinking about the night we were together, just walking around on the streets. Talking. That kiss, it was a nice thing. It was a good night, just what I needed, really.”

Scar glowed, the little words having more of an affect on him than they ought to have on anyone, but then again, that was just Scar. So easy to please, his joy written for all to see in the bright lines of his face. He’d probably ride the high of those words for the rest of the evening, and Cub would be lying if it didn’t make him feel a little warm. How incredible it was to have that effect on a person. Though Scar, ever greedy a man, could never help but push, “Anything else?”

“Well..” Cub trailed, knowing Scar would hang off every word, “I was thinking about what we talked about. How you wanted someone to take care of you.” Cub let a hand wander to Scar’s thigh, hoping to get the message across, but not entirely confident this would be enough.

The reaction was adorably delayed, the gears behind Scar’s eyes visibly turning before his cheeks flushed, a nervous hand brushing through his hair, “Did I say that?”

Cub shrugged, “No idea. But I remember thinking it.” Cub grinned when Scar startled in his arms, making an attempt to backpedal, but no actual words left Scar’s mouth, and Cub snickered against his shoulder. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

“You’re the one trying to kill me!”

“Oh come now, I haven’t said anything at all. I just have a lot to give tonight, if you want it. All you have to do is ask.” Cub tried to smile, but at this point looking Scar in the eye was really getting overwhelming, so he stopped, letting the silence linger. “And I think it’s funny. That you like my teeth. I think it’s cute. Wanna know how much truth there really was to that little snippet you gave me before,” Cub opened his mouth, just a little, just enough to let the blunt edges graze the base of Scar’s neck, but he failed to anticipate the jolt of Scar’s shoulders at the touch, knocking him square in the face.

“Cuuuub!” Scar wailed, missing the soft grunt of surprise as Cub reeled backwards, as well as the slight movement to adjust his glasses.

“I’ll stop, I’ll stop.”

“No!” The word dropped just like the jolt of Scar’s shoulders, perfectly involuntary, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Scar looked sheepish for a moment, and he was the one who broke eye contact this time, beautiful in his quiet, “Just.. don’t bite?”

Cub smiled, and he was sure he did this time. “I can do that.” But he didn’t get to move before Scar swallowed him in a kiss, full and happy and too excited to hold it in, so perfectly Scar. Something like love warped Cub’s heart, not quite, that would come later, a latent realization sitting alone in bed, eyes wide, heart beating faster, unequivocally, irreconcilably in love. For now though, the warmth in his chest was well enough, the joy and hope that Scar had gifted him with open arms for all these weeks.. months now, wasn’t it? It didn’t matter, really. Cub wanted to give back. To show a kind of appreciation that was a little more explicit, to let Scar know just how much he cared, since Cub knew well enough it wasn’t always easy to tell. (Cub knew that Scar knew already, he knew Cub cared, but as far as romance goes, this was his own fantasy.)

there is more of this like. A lot more. But things ramp up be much less sfw and then not at all even a little sfw and it is like. It is not about the sex really story wise the focus is very romance and silly goofy but that doesn’t go here so if you want to read 7k words of absolute Nonsense you can find that on my ao3

#suggestive #hermitcraft #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitfic #cubscar #hermitshipping

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cakeheavenly999 · 1 month

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Homegirl

yuji itadori x fem!reader wc: 1693 tags: weed sex/yuji calls you baby not beta read!

yuji is the type of guy who grows feelings for his girl best friend. i wanna kiss him so bad...

your toes curled in your fluffy socks as you sat beside yuji on his living room couch. well, his older brothers living room couch. you had been so busy with college you didnt have time for your best friend; until now. it was finally spring break, and you were finally back in your hometown. of course you were staying with your parents for the week since they wanted to see you, but they werent the only people you came back for.

when you told yuji you were back, he blew up your phone with excited texts and begged to facetime you. of course you agreed. you talked with him all night and woke up laughing together when you realized you fell asleep on the phone with one another.

no one was closer to you than your homeboy yuji itadori.

when you were free that evening, he invited you over to smoke. of course you said yes. you told your parents you were going to see yuji and jumped on your old bike, riding down to his place with a bag of weed in your back pocket, and a lighter in the front of your denim shorts. yuji lived in the big house two blocks ahead of yours. it was impossible to miss and the two of you always loved doing everything together. its funny how things worked out that way.

you jumped off your bike, throwing it in his front yard as you ran up to his front door. he beat you to it. with a big shimmering smile, he wrapped you up in a tight hug and pulled you into his house. the sun was starting to set, and the smoke session was about to begin.

choso was nice enough to let you and yuji smoke in the house instead of sending you to the porch. as long as you didnt burn anything down. “its been so long since we smoked together, im sorry i only have cruddy weed.” you apologized while eyeing your crumbs of cheap weed nobara had slid you.

an exchange for you being so kind as to drop her off at a sneaky link. the room was lit via the tv and a small table lamp on the side of you, making your contribution even more pathetic. “you know i would never ask you to bring weed. and this is all my brothers anyway.” he snickered as he emptied the shredded tobacco from the cigar wrap into a little, black grocery bag. “sukunas? he wont be mad?” you asked with worry as yuji rolled his eyes. “he stole my favorite red nike dunks. so im stealing some of his weed.” he frowned as he got into the much larger bag of weed to break up a few nugs.

“be the bigger person.” you joked and gently nudged his thigh with your foot before your eyes returned to the tv. the two of you had put on an anime to watch, but neither of you were actually paying attention to it. just some background noise for the smoke sesh. with the blunt now rolled (and pearled) yuji scrambled for a lighter among the snacks and bottles of water. “here,” you pulled one out of the front pocket of your jean shorts. “dont lose it.” you smiled at him as he took your lighter. your fingers brushed his but you thought nothing of it.

you were yujis homegirl. and of course he was your homeboy. people always assumed you were dating, but that wasnt the case. you did have some unsavory thoughts about yuji from time to time, but he was your friend before he was an object of your desire. the blunt was passed to you and the ceramic ashtray was moved to the center for the both of you to share.

the weed was superb. sukuna really was the greatest plug. making yuji the greatest plug via association. your eyes were starting to feel heavy as you leaned against yuji with the brown blunt becoming shorter and shorter. “should we roll another? use the weed i brought.” you offered him the blunt and he hummed in deep thought. you could see the shine of his thin gold chain dangling around his neck from the tvs glow. it pulled you in closer until yuji was holding the blunt, looking down at your hand resting on his thigh.

“you okay?” yuji asked lazily as his body sank back against the velvet couch. you nodded, your hand still as you gave his muscled leg a small squeeze. his breath hitched softly as you moved in even closer. “whatre you doin?” he mumbled as the blunt hung from his lips. his eyes on you. “nothin.” you whispered as you eyed his crotch through his black basketball shorts. you were sitting on your knees now, your heart pounding in your chest until yuji grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you away. his cheeks were red and he was frowning.

“you dont have to do that.” yuji didnt sound angry with you. just anxious. “i want to though…” you trailed off with a weak frown, watching yuji put the blunt in the ashtray. “lets do somethin for you too.” the offer was quiet, the tv casting you both in a colorful glow as your pink haired best friend inched closer on the couch.

your lips met. soft and welcoming. you knew in that moment that this was something you both wanted. your tongues met with each messy kiss, drool coating your chin as yuji made his way on top of you. your back was digging into the arm of the couch now. your heart racing as your arms wrapped around him with a whine leaving your lips as he pulled away and moved lower.

“wheres choso?” you panted as yuji sucked and kissed along your jugular, lightly and cautiously. “sleep upstairs.” you pulled at the back of his shirt, stifling another whine. “sukuna?” you worried about him the most. “his babymama house.”yuji mumbled against your skin as his warm hands slipped under your shirt, pulling at the front clasp of your bra as he sucked and licked at your throat.

you wanted him to leave marks. more soft sounds passed your lips as yuji pulled away and bunched your shirt over your chest. your nipples hardened once they were exposed to the cool air of the room. he looked down at you, contemplating his next move as you pulled your hands away and tugged at his shirt. he took your silent request and pulled the article of clothing over his head and haphazardly dropped it to the floor. his chest was exposed, and he dove in for another round of kisses as his large palms massaged your breasts. you were like dough in his hands. moldable and pliable for him to enjoy. it was like one of many fantasies you silently wished would come true.

his hands moved to your jean shorts, pulling at the button and zipper as he kept your moaning lips distracted with his. the denim was being yanked down your hips with your panties bunched in the fabric. they dangled off of your ankle as his hands moved between your thighs. his thumb rubbed at your clit. his fingers pumped in and out of you carefully crooking upwards. swallowing your yelps and cries as you trembled beneath him with nothing short of delight. when the sound of shuffling clothing returned you felt the pooling heat in your stomach leave a dull burn as his fingers pulled away.

you needed yuji inside of you. his cock rested against the meaty petals of your pussy, the tip of his cock meekly greeted your clit with a few light, affectionate rubs. “can i?” he whispered, his voice airy. needy. just as needy as you. you gave him a lazy nod for a response, your body tensing when his strong arms lifted your hips into his lap, leaving you bent as he sank his thick, throbbing cock into your soaked cunt.

his hips rocked with yours, his gold chain swinging before your eyes. the anime was drowned out by wet smacks of skin and soft moans. each drag of his cock left you light headed. you clenched tighter around him, mumbling soft sobs and ‘oh fucks’ with each piston. the mushroomy tip of his cock nudged perfectly against that spongy wall inside you. “your body was made for my cock. feel it baby?” he cooed, leaning in to meet your lips with his own. his rhythm steady and quick as he fucked you against the leather couch, letting you drag your nails against the bare skin of his back. it felt so good. better than you could have imagined. maybe it was the weed. maybe it was the feelings you held onto. maybe it was in yujis dna to have excellent dick. whatever the answer was, it was leading you to an orgasm; fast.

your toes curled in your fuzzy socks, your breathing quickened as yujis thrusts became sloppy and rough. a thin trail of spit connected the two of you as he pulled away, pushing your thighs apart to get even deeper inside of you. “s-so deep yuji- mm’cummin…” you whimpered pathetically as your pussy fluttered around him. sucking him deeper and deeper as he nudged against your cervix. the sudden feeling left the coil in your stomach winding impossibly tight as yuji nodded. “you can come. cum with me? cum with me please? please baby?” he huffed and panted as his cock throbbed inside of you.

you nodded, your body quaking as your orgasm hit you like a punch. your body writhed as yuji hunched over you with a deep growl.

his cock pulsed, the feeling of a gooey warmth left your thighs trembling. the throbbing sensation intensified as your body grew sensitive from overstimulation. you could feel the pearl colored cum starting to leak out of you along with your own juices. but thats not what you were worried about.

it was the post nut clarity telling you that you just fucked your homeboy on his older brothers couch.

#꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ hentai!#tw gif warning #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #yuji x reader #yuji x you #yuji x y/n #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x y/n #yuji smut #yuji jjk #itadori #itadori yuuji

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bastetwastaken · 5 months

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Okay, so, I don’t know if this’ll be okay, but I wanna request something both based off the mistle toe prompt, and the monarch art that you asked me for last year :p So basically: let’s bring it whole circle! Here’s the link to it, jic!

https://www.tumblr.com/puzzled-art/719211400127447040/ooo-for-the-art-requests-something-seasonal-and

Much love and I hope your December will be kind to you! ❤️

Of course it's okay friend ^.^ I love this, and yay for an excuse for me to write the boys being soft and sweet and cosy <3

I hope you enjoy the little drabble, and here's the amazing art mentioned for people who don't like following links ^^

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Yami peered around the door frame slowly, spying his boyfriend sitting on the sofa, fluffy grey blanket draped over his legs, a steaming cup of coffee cupped in his hands against his chest which was covered by the bright red christmas jumper he’d been gifted ironically by one of their friends but loved anyway.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight as he ducked back out into the hallway, pulling the small branch he’d cut earlier that day out of his pocket. He stood on his tiptoes, stretching as far as he could and only just managing to press the tip of the taped stem to the top of the door frame.

With a sigh he dropped back down, looking up and hoping that the tape would hold because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to manage another stretch like that without drawing attention to himself.

The sprig of mistletoe didn’t move thankfully, it stayed put, small green leaves catching the soft lights on the christmas tree in the room beyond, white berries tinged gold by their glow.

He peered around the door frame again, Atem hadn’t moved.

“Tem?” He called softly, glancing up at the mistletoe again.

“Yes, love?” Atem answered, but he didn’t move.

“Come here for a sec?” He asked. “I need your help with something.”

Atem never questioned him, always eager to help. He shifted and pushed the blanket off his legs, stood from the sofa, placing his mug on the table before walking over to where he was leaning against the door frame.

“What is it?” Atem asked with a smile, moving to step past him but he reached out a hand to catch one of Atems, pulling him to a stop.

Atem looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything, he only smiled as the hand in his moved to hold him tighter.

“Oh, just something.” He said, stepping closer to Atem and looking up above them obviously, waiting for Atem to look too.

He knew his boyfriend had caught his meaning when he felt himself pulled closer, a soft laugh left Atems lips.

"You know, I don't need an excuse to want to kiss you." Atem said, his voice soft and deep, fingers pressed gently against his chin and coaxed him closer.

"I know." He said with a smirk, eyes dropping to Atems lips. "But let me have this one."

"Oh, well in that case..." Atem laughed softly, glancing up at the mistletoe. "I've been caught in your trap, such a clever plot. I never saw it coming."

He grinned and slid his free hand up Atems chest.

"Mhm." He hummed happily. "So pay up, or else you'll be cursed forever."

"Well we don't want that, do we?" Atem smiled, hand sliding into his and holding him close as soft lips pressed to his.

He sighed happily and leaned further into his boyfriend, the first kiss was followed by a few more, all of them short and sweet and so perfect he had to laugh.

Atem moved away from him, a soft smile on his face and then quickly ducked his head and kissed him again.

“My plan was a success.” He said triumphantly as Atem moved away again.

“Clearly.” Atem said with a smile.

He moved to kiss his boyfriend quickly again, unable to resist.

“Where does all of this come from anyway?” Atem asked, looking up at the small piece of plant hanging above them. “The whole kissing under the mistletoe thing?”

“Hmm, I’ve always been told it was an old tradition coming from Druids hundreds of years ago.” He said with a shrug. “They believed that mistletoe had magical properties, could cure the sick, provide luck and also help fertility.”

“So…they kissed under it?” Atem laughed.

“I think they actually made potions out of it.” He laughed quietly. “The Victorians were the ones who started the whole belief of kissing under it being good luck. Apparently, anyone who refused a kiss under the mistletoe was cursed to die alone.”

“Harsh.” Atem said. “Good job I didn’t refuse you then.”

“You talk like we both think you’re capable of refusing me.” He said with a smile, leaning closer once more, his hand tightening on Atems against his chest, his boyfriend laughed again.

“Mhm.” Atem pressed his forehead against his with a smile. “Luckily, I find it impossible to say no to you.”

“Oh I’m so lucky.” He said softly, moving to press another soft kiss to Atems lips, not willing to give him the satisfaction of teasing him over those words.

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Want a little christmassy/winter themed drabble? Find the list here ^.^ <3

#atem #yami #fanfic #ygo dm #monarchshipping #soft and sweet and short and lovely #writer asks

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freshlybakedspiderbread · 8 months

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ive always wanted to talk a bit about how i feel about the connection between Yukari and Merry because i love the endless parallels and thematic connections (like everyone else on the planet 😁), but wondering if it was ever 'worth' it since i may just be spouting a lot of what is already considered 'common knowledge' among hifuu aficionados. Not to mention i think my thoughts on it are somehow both really messy but also crystal clear. 😐 Well whatever! Its my own head anyway so i'll try not to worry and am gonna attempt to elaborate even if just a little on this post, which may not be entirely coherent due to sleepy, post-medicine fatigue.

i feel like over the years i may have started to become reflexively more 'against' yukari = merry fandom, although 'against' is probably too strong and its much more complicated than just "i dont subscribe to that theory" because thats not even entirely accurate!

it is of course a classic and really cool idea of the Merry one day becoming Yukari has been and continues to be thoroughly explored by many many fans for moving, tragic, bittersweet, or thought provoking work. I love Absolute One-Way Street, and also Dream and Reality among many other works like it 📖

but i also think its a little stiffling to think of that as the one and only story to tell about them? Now its possible that the sentiment im about to express isn't actually common and im actually just making up a person to respond to, but i think taking the teasing connections between Yukari and Merry and treating the idea of them being the same individual as the absolute obvious truth is a bit of a limiting perspective.

Of course everyone is entitled to their own opinions and headcanons! but i want to make a case that when it comes to touhou and especially hifuu in particular, there's also a richer (and possibly deliberate on the author? who knows!) point to treat it more abstractly.

Maybe they are the same person. Maybe one day Merry becomes Yukari, or Yukari becomes Merry. Maybe they're different people. Maybe they come from the same lineage. Or maybe one is a clone of the other grown in a lab or made with a magic spell.

None of that is as important to me as the the roles they serve in their stories. touhou has always had themes about the gap and the bridge between fantasy and reality by taking place in a world where fantasy seeks refuge from reality, and hifuu goes much further in that theme by taking place in a reality that has completely left behind fantasy. That parallel is really cool to me and its embodied perfectly by both stories having a purple-clad blonde girl with the means to poking their toes into the boundary between fantasy and reality.

In the fantastical world of touhou, one serves as gensokyo's powerful (if frustrating, shady, annoying, disagreeable) protector with allies that she watches over (and sometimes manipulates) with her great power, all to preserve their little wonderworld. And I think its sooo compelling how zun introduced hifuu in the music cds and designed a very similar-looking character, who lives in a stifled reality lacking in imagination, mostly spends her day chasing after even the smallest traces of dreams with a partner whose own small logical world expanded with infinite possiblities upon their meeting...

In the last few cds, Merry's powers may be growing stronger and i get why feeds the implication she's becoming something other than human. But my take on that has always been its more of a sign that she and Renko are already outliers in their world simply for daring to believe there is more to the world beyond facts and logic. I dont expect their story (assuming zun ever brings them back. we havent heard what theyre up to since 2016....) to ever end with both or either of them becoming a youkai or vanishing to gensokyo, because frankly that wouldn't serve any purpose for the themes hifuu has been about, which is embracing fantasy while living in a world that has abandoned it.

trying to remember what my point with this post is.... Oh right its that I think all these themes about the nature of gensokyo or the state of reality in hifuu are only made richer when you think about how they contrast with one another. And by extension, I think Yukari and Merry are both richer if you think of them as conceptual and thematic counterparts in two different stories on the opposite end of a similar spectrum, before thinking about what literal or objective connection they might have. Subjectivity definitely means more than objectivity in this case!

#touhou #hifuu #yakumo yukari #maereverie hearn #< - my personal take on merry's name btw n_n #keep thinking i could use a tag for when i just ramble about touhou but at the same time its freeing to just let it out and about #like yeah my rambling can just occupy the same tag as all the fun pictures on my blog. thats fine!

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randomfoggytiger · 11 months

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X-Files Collector's Edition: Diana Fowl(ey) Play– Part V: AUs, S5-S6

Alas, alas, poor Yorick-- I am not done the Diana fic train. BUT we have reached AU fics... and that means I only have this post and at least another one. So, freedom is within my grasp.

Loose chronological order below~!

ceruleanmilieu’s One of the Girls (alt. Ao3)

""Agent Fowley, I apologize for any perceived disrespect,” Scully said. “We were simply discussing theories—”

“Theories?” Diana repeated. “That does take me back. Back to the basement office. There’s nothing quite like working a case with Fox Mulder.”

“You flatter me, Agent Fowley,” Mulder said, shifting closer to his partner. “But Agent Scully and I are running late for a meetup with Danny. We’ll report our findings to Agent Spender as soon as possible.”

Diana nodded, and it was as though something in the shrewd way her thin lips upturned, Scully understood the other woman’s cool behavior. There had been a moment of confusion at first, but being locked in a conversational triangle with the exes gave her a sharp thrill.""

The End Mulder evades Diana's amorous attempts by pretending he is dating Scully. Scully, meanwhile, is shocked and a bit peeved; but comes around, helping him to flesh out a plan.

@contrivedcoincidences6 / Spooky66 / geektime66's

Quantifiable (Ao3)

""Diana’s eyes narrowed but before she could say anything Mulder spoke up, “Scully’s right, this could be the key to everything in the X Files. We need to bring this to Skinner, this is leverage, let’s go.”

In true Mulder fashion he began to gather his things in a rush, ready to move onto the next thing but Diana reached forward to grab his hand.""

AU-- The End Mulder and Scully are dating; and it's her great delight to step all over Diana's toes.

@baronessblixen’s (Ao3)

In Hallways (Ao3)

""Excuse me?" He grabs her arm, not gently, and drags her into a corner. His body is too close to hers and he can smell her; she hasn't changed her perfume. She's the same woman who left him years ago.

"I saw the way you looked at… what's her name?"

"You know very well what her name is," Mulder growls.

"Her name isn't on the door," Diana says, smiling innocently, showing her white teeth. "It must have slipped my mind.""

AU-- The End Diana is furious Mulder and Scully are already dating, taking her anger out snidely on Scully. Mulder stands up for her.

All I Want For Christmas (Is You) (Ao3)

""Aren’t you going to let me in?” She pushes at his chest with a smile and he knows she wouldn’t accept a no anyway. He steps aside and his heart leaps into his throat.

“Mulder, who-”

“Agent Scully.” The two women speak at the same time, staring each other down. Mulder watches, swallows, and doesn’t know what to do.

“Rather early for a visit.” Diana is the first of them to find her voice. “But I see you’re leaving.” Scully touches the scarf that’s around her neck and he sees her face fall. She presses her lips together, swallowing what he’s sure are some colorful words. It breaks his heart to see her smile gone. He won’t hear her laughter again tonight.""

The Ghosts That Stole Christmas Diana drops by Mulder's. He leaves her and chases after Scully, who had booked it to her family's.

Making Progress

""No, Diana. That was all you.” Mulder’s voice picks up, is louder now over the fake laughter on the screen. “No, I did not. Not once.” If only Scully could hear Diana’s side of the conversation. Mulder is quiet, appears to listen. He sighs once, runs his hand over his face.

Arcadia Scully overhears Mulder laying down the law to Diana on the phone. (Sidenote: this might not be AU, but I missed the opportunity to put it in an earlier fic list. Whoops~.)

Gwendolyn's Fox Mulder Estrogen Brigade

""OK, Scully. But it wasn't exactly my proudest moment," Mulder began, deciding to get through it as quickly as possible. "Diana and I had been seeing each other for a while but I was just stumbling into the X-Files and all of a sudden, I guess I just wasn't as interested in the relationship as I had been. She wanted a commitment and even started talking about marriage.

"Well, I sort of freaked out about that. You may not know this about me, Scully, but I have a bit of a problem with intimacy, which Phoebe probably had a little something to do with." He stopped to gauge Scully's reaction; she only nodded sagely and arched her brow to indicate that he should continue.

"Anyway, she had to go out of the country for a few months on assignment, so instead of making a clean break with her like I should have, I said that during the time she was away we should take some time off, see other people. I was hoping that while she was gone she'd realize what a basket case I was and meet somebody else and dump me."

"But that didn't happen?"

"No. She kept calling and writing to me the whole time she was gone and when it got time for her to come back, I panicked. So..." he paused briefly, averting his eyes from his partner's intense gaze and bowing his head before continuing in a rush "I decided to tell her I'd married somebody else. I bought a ring and everything.""

Crackfic-esque-- Pre-FTF Mulder is bombarded by both of his exes as they team up to forcefully help him and Scully on a case. (I love this one to death. Hilarious and surprisingly wholesome?)

@frostbitepandaaaaa / FrostbitePanda's Four Days AU

""Besides, I’m not really here for professional reasons, like I told you before. My motivations are more… personal.”

Scully catches the moan of pain that bubbles up from her gut before it can escape her mouth, clenches her teeth and finishes her drink. She feels like, maybe, throwing up. She feels like, maybe, turning tail and fleeing. She feels like, maybe, her and Mulder would never be left in peace.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Special Agent Fox Mulder, would you?”

Her mouth is completely dry, her voice simply lodged in her throat as good as an axe in a stump. The woman in front of her seems blissfully unaware.

“Him and I… we have a bit of a history, you know,” Diana goes on, goes on torturing her. She stirs her drink, looking sad, wistful. “We left things a bit… unfinished.""

Part 2 of Mulder and Scully's aftermath in Antarctica, Diana Fowley crashes an FBI ball, surprising Scully (who hadn't met her in The End) and trying to claim Mulder for herself. Skinner gives Scully the boost she needs to end this charade once and for all.

@suitablyaggrieved / ScullyLovesQueequeg Cancelled Plans

""Oh, hey Diana,” Scully heard Mulder say. This bothered Scully a little since she had only just been there in the office, but she said nothing, pretending not to listen to the ensuing conversation, instead busying herself with the mail that was marked as hers that was resting on the corner of Mulder’s desk.

“This Saturday? Not really, no… I haven’t really thought to ask anyone out. I think she’s doing something. Why?” Mulder asked, glancing at Scully, and then down at his desk.

Memo, report, HR. Things I can deal with later, Scully thought to herself.

“Hmm, I guess. If you’re buying, I’ll consider it. I’ll see you soon, we can sort the details out tomorrow.” Mulder said, with a tone of finality that suggested the conversation was over.""

It's Valentine's Day post FTF; and Diana invites Mulder out. Scully sorts her wounded feelings, trying to distance herself from the hurt. When Mulder realizes she has no plans, he swaps to celebrate the day with her.

Suzanne Schramm's Fidelity (1/2) and Fidelity (2/2)

""Whether you want to believe it or not, Fox, doesn't change the reality of the situation." she said quietly. Mulder shrugged. "How do you know she's clean?" Diana asked.

"How do I know?" Mulder shifted in his seat to face her. "Diana, I know my partner. I know her. Scully is one of the most honorable people I've ever known. She would never betray me."

"But she has. She didn't tell you where she was going or what she was doing even though it involves your life's work. She lied about why she was taking time off from work. Why would she keep that from you?""

Post The Beginning Gibson begs Scully to secretly meet up with him. He turns on a module in her brain that activates abilities like his own; and when Diana swoops in to capture her-- claiming she's aiding and abetting the Conspirators hiding Gibson-- Mulder almost sides with his ex, unable to explain Scully's bizarre behavior. Almost.

incidental's

Echoes

""As the elevator doors opened up on the fourth floor of his building, she saw Agent Fowley stepping out of his apartment, her arms full of manila folders stamped with case numbers. She turned on her heels, saying some parting words to him before she began walking down the hall towards Scully. As Diana made eye contact with her, Scully wished she could have evaporated on the spot, but it never seemed to work out like that when you most wanted it to. So she settled for offering a small half-wave as they passed each other.

“Agent Scully,” Diana said haughtily, shaking out her long, dark hair a bit as she passed by. Scully opted to say nothing, marching straight to Mulder’s door but pausing as her fist hung in midair, ready to knock. Did she want to find out what Fowley was doing there?

Early S6 Scully runs into Diana leaving Mulder's apartment. She confronts him on why Diana can call him Fox but she can't. Her anger then turns around when Mulder explains his ex's disregard.

Keep It All the Year

""I came here to save you from making a terrible mistake,” Diana said hotly, slamming the first empty martini glass onto the counter. “I assume if you’re out here with her family, it’s because you’re planning on proposing.”

Mulder started laughing, which only seemed to make her angrier.

“You think I don’t remember? You told me once that statistically the most popular month for engagements is December, and the most popular day in the whole year to get engaged is December 25th. You must think I’m an idiot.”

“Finally, you hit the nail on the head,” he said, his voice dripping with derision.""

AU-- TGTSC Scully ropes Mulder into going with her to family Christmas in San Diego. Diana crashes their good vibes by flying out, making out with an unwilling Mulder, and landing him in the hospital from a punch out. Thankfully, Charlie is there to iron out those crazy kids and their wild misunderstandings (while Bill turns from a raging bull into just.. baffled.)

Note: The Diana part is just a tiny portion of this wacky, feel-good read. Highly recommend.

@cutelilcurtain / cutelilscully's (Ao3)

Unnamed

""Eventually she cools down, but then is embarrassed to be around Diana. It’s as if Diana knows some secret about her, has read her diary and knows all the gossip about her. Scully does her best to ignore it, and is surprised and thankful when Diana doesn’t bring it up or ask. Scully wonders if Diana has children, has ever wanted children, has ever wanted Mulder’s children. It makes her angry and jealous.""

Mulder incenses Scully when he tells Diana about their IVF tries. Diana is, surprisingly, sympathetic concerning their failure.

HumphreyWrites / sure-fine-skullz / spookysadsophie's

Sundries in the X-Files Universe

""He begrudgingly answers it, and she watches his lip curl in aggravation as Diana Fowley's voice vibrates through the phone.

When he hangs up, she knows whatever magical moment between them is over.""

AU-- The IVF works... and it's twins. Though Diana is a blip in the overall fic, she weighs heavily on Scully's early pregnancy journey, constantly drawing Mulder away to herself.

Michelle Kiefer’s Buried Deep

""Everything was familiar to her, a nightmare she'd dreamed night after night, but this time there was something different. A new face looked on from behind the doctors. Diana Fowley's eyes bore into her from above the surgical mask that obscured the rest of her face.""

Post Tithonus Scully has a flash of Diana from an abduction memory during her physio appointment. She keeps her memories to herself.

o0Stella_Dana0o's The Promises You Can't Keep

""Well, well, well... Look who's here!" The brunette said at her partner. Scully could see Diana's mocking look and it didn't take much to make her want to solve this case just to rip that expression out of her face.""

Mulder convinces Scully to help him help out Diana and Jeffrey Spender on a case. Of course, it all goes wrong-- but he's absolutely furious when he finds out Diana had "negligently" let Scully get shot.

@slippinmickeys‘s (Ao3, Gossamer)

Diana At the Door

""When the Smoker had recalled her back to the States, she had been confident she would be able to manipulate the situation back on track as she always had, but Fox’s partner had proven to be a surprisingly stubborn obstacle, seeing through Diana’s machinations like an X-ray through soft tissue. Diana had thought the woman had been handled several years before — run through the Project’s standard pump-and-dump operation when she became problematic — lending the Project an influx of fresh DNA while at the same time being eliminated had seemed a tidy solution at the time. When the woman had survived, Diana was surprised but unbothered, knowing the cancer fail-safe would soon resolve the matter. And then the Smoker — supine and (she could only imagine) lovesick — had capitulated to Fox’s weak threats and now needed Diana to come in and clean up his mess. She had no idea what the two men saw in the diminutive little priss, but she was confident that she could at least distract Fox long enough to make him temporarily forget. She had it on good authority that Agent Scully was drawn to authoritative father figures, and Fox Mulder – particularly under the spell of Diana Fowley’s time-tested and humbling cunt – was not the young woman’s type. It would be easy, she thought. It might even be fun.""

Pre-Two Fathers? Diana foully (heh) disregards both Scully's and Mulder's feelings, planning to boldly trap him in her web. She is shocked and appalled to find her rival unrepentant and in loungewear at her ex's.

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 1

""Then why don’t you have a desk?”

It was a purposeful cut, the gloves coming off, and Scully both relished it and was annoyed at its callow nature. If that was how it was going to be, fine .

She stood up straighter and walked casually around the side of Mulder’s desk and sat down in the chair. While maintaining eye contact with Fowley, she opened the top drawer and pulled out a hot pink nail file and set it to the edge of her finger.""

Post One Son Scully will win the X-Files partnership power struggle Diana wars for. (I love this one so much.)

@softnow's (Ao3) redux iii

""He’s locking the door when he hears the heels and stops breathing. If she’s back, it can’t be that bad. If she’s back, she’s not dying.

“Scu—” He whips his head up and her name dies on his lips. “Diana.”

“Fox.”

“What are you doing here?”

Diana casts around like there might be someone lurking in the shadows, watching. There’s a manila envelope in her hands.""

AU-- Post One Son Mulder realizes Scully's nose has been bleeding, breezing by Diana's amorous attempts to support his partner and find out her results. It's not good.

Becksndot5's Soul in the dark

""What she didn't want, in the eyes of a woman, this woman, was to act weak and helpless. On the other hand, she also didn't want Fowley to see her with all her wounds. "Mulder, how bad ... how bad do I look?" Her voice made it clear that she expected an honest answer.

"The swelling of your eyes is gone, it’s a little black and blue around the edge of your eyes, and otherwise there is only the cut." Although Scully was never overly vain, Mulder knew that Diana had an impact on Scully's behavior. Diana had the power that Scully felt somehow inferior and small in her presence. The reasons were another mystery, which he had to elicit from Scully.

Mulder went back to the door and asked Diana to come inside. Scully welcomed her politely and Diana put the open file before her on the kitchen table. Mulder stood besides Scully.

"Agent Scully, I need your signature once here and here.“ Diana said while tapping with her fingertips on the paper. Without hesitation and before Scully could stiffen in shame, Mulder lovingly Scully took her hand and placed the pen which she already held, as if this gesture was the most normal thing in the world, to the right place.

Mulder's icy gaze met Diana, like a spearhead.""

Post One Son Scully is kidnapped, tortured, blinded, and handicapped. Mulder is all-on-board to care for and help her recover and to protect her from Diana's cruel pokes.

Enjoy!

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pain-is-too-tired · 6 months

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Am I the only one who's kinda getting bored of the "haha Percy is blonde like Will, the you're not my type scene is gonna be so funny" or whatever?

Specifically because Walker looks nothing like how I imagine Will?

Like yeah, he's blonde. But not the blonde I see for Will? It's a darker tone. Plus He does not have lanky cat stretched out in sun vibes sorry y'all

That, and Nico never specified he meant looks when he said Percy wasn't his type.

Cause if we compare Will and Percy they're different in a lot of ways.

Will's a healer, Percy's a fighter.

Will is described as laid back and appearing a lot more harmless then he really is. Why Percy is constantly being described as frightening and even godlike. He's a whole storm why Will's a cat stretched out in the sun.

Both are stubborn,but Will is a lot better holding in his more extreme emotions. It takes a lot more for him to be loud when going back and forth with someone. He can sound annoyed but he hardly ever sounds angry.

That and Will can calm down others like Clarisse, why Percy ends up matching them in attitude at some point.

Like I said, Percy's a fighter which often leads to impatience as usually in a fight its so quickly placed. You have to strike first before your enemy gets you. His adhd is a lot more hyperactive.

Will on the other hand has to balance patience and speed. Rushing can be dangerous, but you also can't be too slow or else chances of your patient dieing grows. It applies to how he interacts with others too.

And I honestly think that might be why Nico clicked more to Will. Will just has more patience to get through to him. He gets upset but he keeps his cool. Literally,iirc, they were in LITERAL HELL before they had their first true out right fight.

Idk why it urks me so much now. It was funny at first but it feels it's been beaten to the ground.

I think a lot it is also I feel Will is way too often chopped down to Nico's "hot therapist boyfriend". That y'all literally think of Percy was blonde that's all was needed to be Nico's type again. Like that's all that makes Will his type.

Heck, think about the fact Percy hardly ever defenseless. If he doesn't have his sword he has his powers.

Nico's thoughts on Will why he was literally going on about him in boo is that despite his harmless figure. Despite being a healer and not a fighter. Will rushes in to battle, even volunteering to scout on a enemy right after DELEVERING A BABY AT 14.

I think Nico found Will a lot more welcoming because Percy is just too much like him in some ways.

Sure, they can outsmart opponents, they're not dumb or completely dependent on their weapons and abilities. But without them they're a bit more unsure of their next moves. We see that Nico,despite being on the verge of dieing, still instinctively relies on his abilities. Though we don't see a similar case with Percy, his abilities is what makes him great enough to go toe to toe with literally gods. Nico's connect to death related abilities radiating from him was enough to scare back monsters.

Both need someone who isn't as use to being able to depend on weapons or godly powers strong enough to topple armies. They need someone to keep them grounded.

It's why Will and Annabeth click so well with their respective boyfriends. Annabeth constantly coming up with plans, she has only really her wits and a small blade to get her the upper hand. AND SHE DOES SO. I'm sure if Percy was in a situation where he couldn't use any of his abilities and either without his sword or couldn't depend on it as well, she would easily think of a plan and keep him from over doing it.

Will,like Annabeth, doesn't have the same powerful aura that his boyfriend does that keeps others literally backing away.

But he still managed to walk past Gemini without being stopped. I refuse to believe that he can't handle himself in battle like TSATS tried to say.

Anyway, really excited to see baby Will in the show in a few years fhdh

#mine #pain rambles #pjo will #will solace #pjo percy #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #nico pjo #pjo annabeth #pjo show #percy jackson show #i worry y'all don't know what a type is #or my aspec self doesn't know but i feel im not missing this one #big 3 boys and not picking up someone likes them #will and annabeth pining for years #i want them hanging out and gossiping about stuff #both took on so much responsibility at a young age and have self destructive boyfriends #will literally saved her life give us that friendship rick please

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hi! I've been reading your drabbles and they are so comforting and well-written 🥺 If you're up to it, can we get woozi with a short 4'11 curvy girl s/o and how he would be whenever they get conscious of how they look? 🤍

woozi with a short & curvy partner! ✧˖°.

tbh with you, i feel like your physical appearance wouldn't matter too much to woozi if he's dating you!

he would love you for you, and definitely would fall for someone with a nice, bright personality

if you're shorter than him, though, he will tease you!

if you're standing in front of him, he'll reach over and pat your head as if you're his pet

"yah, did you just pat my head?"

"yeah, because you're tiny," he says, smirking at you. he shows you his pointer finger and his thumb pinched closely together. "you're like this small."

he would love you so much more if you're smaller than him, though (not that he wouldn't love someone bigger than him!)

he'd feel the need to protect you

and if you're curvy, oh lord have mercy

if you're kissing him, his hands will slide down your waist to your hips

he'd always hold you and guide you with his hand on the small of your back or your side/hip

i cannot stress how many times his hands will be on your hips

pulling you closer by your belt loops or your love handles

ANYWAY

here's an imagine of you feeling insecure of how you look

(btw anon, i'm just like you! i'm barely 5ft and i'm very curvy. i feel insecure about how i look a lot. but if it makes you feel any better, i think you're absolutely beautiful! being small and curvy is very attractive, and i'm sure it's the case with you, too! so if you feel bad, feel free to read my comforting posts or pm me and we can talk!)

you're standing in front of a long mirror in your room

you're only wearing some short shorts and your bra, and you're moving yourself so you can see how you look in different angles

and you're sighing to yourself, not satisfied with how you look

"are you out of breath or are you sighing a lot over there?" jihoon asks, his eyes glued to his phone screen as he lays in your bed

"it's nothing"

"mmm, doesn't sound like it, but okay."

"i just don't like how i look"

"why?" he asks, glancing away from his phone to look at you

"i'm not... skinny. and i'm kind of small," you say, stepping onto your tippy toes

he chuckles, putting his phone down and joining you in the reflection of the mirror

he looks at himself for a moment, then looks at you in the reflection

"what about it?" he asks, taking his hand to ghost the sides of your arm

"i wish i was skinny, like the female idols you work with sometimes," you mutter, kind of conscious of how insecure you sound. "don't worry about it, though."

he pouts his lips as he stands slightly behind you

he steps on his tip toes and puts his chin on the top of your head, which makes you scoff

"you're not helping, jihoon," you chuckle

he puts his hands on your hips and pulls you so your body is against his

"i like you this way," he says softly.

he traces lines from the sides of your waist down to the sides of your hips

"should i change? maybe workout?" you ask, sucking in

he sighs, "if you want. i can help you if you want. but i think you look perfectly fine the way you are now."

"really?"

he rests his chin on your shoulder and smiles at your reflection in the mirror

he moves and leaves kisses down your neck and your shoulder

you chuckle softly. "you like me even if i'm curvy and short?"

"of course," he says, kind of surprised you're even asking. "you're the perfect size for me."

"you're just saying that."

"mhm, believe what you want to believe."

he snakes his arms around your waist before softly saying,

"love you. just how you are."

"should i stay like this, then?"

"if you want."

"but what do you want?"

"for you to love yourself the way i love you. just as you are."

you watch him cringe from his own words, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"thank you, ji."

he hums, before pulling you back to bed with him.

thank you so much for requesting, anon! i hope you loved reading this. feel free to request many, many more things. i'm so sorry it took so long, by the way! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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Pre-13x06 Tombstone moments were among Jack's best

Jack’s Heaven was the car ride to Dodge City

(Image from Naomi Aria)

Some fun observations about the scene:

They stopped for food at an adorable dog-theme diner called "Skipper's Beach Cafe"

Which....BEACH. The ghost of happiness -> toes-in-the-sand beach!

Anyway, it's adorable that they're lost, but it's also a little sad that the very act of getting lost is what led them...to the symbolic beach.

But wait! On the other hand, the specter of this beach COULD BE a false beach promise, symbolizing that whole "checking out and running away" temptation

When viewed as such, it makes SAM's proximity to Skipper's Beach Diner / Miracle / False Salvation a little disturbing, especially when viewed with the 15x20 finale in mind; it could be a figment

It could be read either way, that SAM's the only one who finds salvation by becoming lost and not adhering to a plan; OR (since Sam's app sucks) it's a danger sign, that Sam's off-road "checking out" is being led to a false dream. Apps tend to give instructions and steps, but maps must be interpreted in a spatial context

This would imply that Dean/Cas + Jack are actually the ones finding their footing here (at this moment in time in the story, anyways)

But back to cute things: Sam's phone app sucks ass & he's not happy about it

Sam is even whining about it, which makes me think that his whining in 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (With You) is totally a legit thing that Sam does often, because Jack has no reason to exaggerate here (God bless my annoying, tall man-child)

In this memory, Cas gets associated with maps, as he pulls an old-school map from the glove compartment and hands it over to Dean

(Cas is often associated to maps; he is the navigator-commander to Dean's captain-of-the-course to Sam's field marshal)

Cas is that holy North Star, the symbolic "North is up"

He's the thing that the boys put their faith in; a family protector; "angelic defender"; the thing that grounds Dean in particular

We see this dynamic again later, in 13x21 Beat the Devil. That is, Dean & Cas, as a UNIT, get the bearings for the group:

DEAN (snapping into business mode): Yeah. Thought we’d get spit out in the same spot, but this isn’t it. All right, well Charlie -- the other Charlie -- said that Mary and Jack have an outpost in Dayton. SAM: Okay. Let’s get our bearings and head that way. Cas, where are we? CAS (closing his eyes and concentrating): Uh, Kentucky. Northeast Kentucky. Or what used to be Kentucky. DEAN (looking at the sky then pointing): Which means that’s north. Okay, so Dayton’s that way. Roughly. Two days by foot but...that way. SAM: All right. [The group begins to move towards where Dean pointed.]

In AU earth, in later episodes, Cas even draws a map for them to reference as they go; Cas is keeping them grounded

Overall, Cas helps Dean get his bearings, and together, they help the group get their bearings (especially when Sam's way isn't working--in 13x06’s case, the app).

So, in 13x06, after Cas hands Dean the map, Dean is calm, maybe even grounded for the first time since Cas died.

Immediately, Dean begins teaching Jack to "read a map," perhaps taking on the role as PARENT TO JACK for the very first time (Jack and Dean have known each other ~20-25 days at this point). Dean is passing down the legacy of wayfinding.

Side note: Jack is shown gobbling down a burger, the thing that CAS loves in 5x14 My Bloody Valentine, and the thing that Dean makes, even as late as 15x14 Last Holiday (specifically with the goal of getting Jack out of his room):

SAM: What’s with the apron? DEAN: Burgers! But the pilot light keeps going out. It’s like the third time this week. Between that and the hot water, I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art. SAM: It was, in the 50’s. DEAN: Hhm. Ah, Jack come out of his room yet?

Here in the 13x06 scene, when Jack crams the burger in, Dean nags him.

It's a contrasting callback to their first real "meeting" in 13x02 ("You can slow down, you know. That stuff’s not gonna disappear.")

The warning against eating too much, too fast, is a nod to parental nagging, sure, and that's cute.

But it's also tacitly associating Jack to overconsumption, which a key motif to both his Nephil-status and status as a rival, Usurper-God (not to mention, his zombie obsession):

[in Jack’s Heaven, working the case from 13x06 Tombstone, Jack gobbles a burger while the rest of TFW stand by Baby researching their route to Dodge City with their food laid out on the car’s hood. Sam is in the background on his phone] DEAN: Jack, take it easy. You don't have to cram it all in at once, right? SAM: Still no signal. DEAN: Yeah, 'cause I told you, that app blows. CAS [emerging from the car with a map]: I found this in the glove compartment. DEAN: Ah! Old school! A real map. Let's find our way to Dodge City. C'mere, Jack. I'm gonna teach you how to read a map. So, rule number one-- rule number one-- rule number one-- JACK: Dean? DEAN: North is usually up. [the sun appears to flicker on and off, and Jack looks up at the sky] JACK: Something's wrong. [Jack leaves his personal heaven and wanders out into the stark white hallway of Heaven, where the lights are also flickering. A tidal wave of black goo fills the hallway and chases after him as he runs away.]

He's recalling Dean specifically here, in order to get his bearings. He's using the wayfinding skills symbolically gifted to him by Dean & Cas.

It gives more weight to Dean & Cas in the prior scene, because this skill allows Jack to see the truth (about Heaven, about The Empty).

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 6- The Jester and The King

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(Long Chapter)

"Hello, Boss." A sly voice spoke in the darkness behind him. Negan's smile faded a little. He had thought that he'd be free from business, but apparently, he was wrong. Of course, there was a chance that it could go quickly, given who the voice belonged to. After a second, he turns around to face the culprit. His eyes met with his right-hand man, who was sitting on the edge of the table. He was leaned over, his elbows sitting atop his knees, letting his arms lazily hang down. "Simon, why in the hell do you like to lurk around in the dark like some damn walker?" Negan grumbled. "Sorry, Boss. Just like keeping you on your toes." Simon jested. He moved his arms to his sides, giving himself a little push off the table so that he could slide off with ease and land on his feet. Negan raised his brow for a moment, before beginning to move towards a seat at the table. "So, what were you doing in here anyway?" Simon sighed, slipping his thumbs into the pockets of his pants. "Just contemplating, boss." "Contemplating or conspiring?" Negan teased as he plopped down in the chair. He lifted Lucille, before laying her across the table in front of him.

Simon took a seat nearby him, almost immediately placing his elbows upon the table, as he began to lean towards his leader. "Just thinking about our situation with the Kingdom, Negan. No need for paranoia." He spoke, his voice a low growl. "Good, and I take it that Gavin is still letting Ezekiel shit on him?" Negan questioned, leaning forward a little with interest. He didn't want to kill any more of the Kingdom's people, but if his hand was forced, then he'd have no choice. "So far, no. Gavin says that the king is 'gracious of our mercy' and is working to make up for their shortcomings. But, I was thinking, if this has become a problem, then maybe a little reminder of our strength could solidify things. Make sure it doesn't happen again."

Negan's smile faded immediately, his face enveloped by a cold stare. "I gave Ezekiel a warning. If he's got the message, then there's no need to flex our muscles just yet."Simon gave a nod, seeming to immediately drop the idea upon his word. "Fair enough, boss. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't keep a close eye on him. We don't need him getting any bright ideas." Negan relaxed once more, his grin returning to his face. He placed his hand upon Lucille's handle, tapping upon the wood twice with his index finger. "Oh, they won't forget, Simon. And if Ezekiel slips up again, well. We'll just have to remind him in a way he won't soon forget." Simon's sly grin appeared on his lips once more, before he gave a nod. "Fair enough, boss... Well, that's all I had to say, so I'll be taking my leave."

Negan flashed his hand as permission for the dismissal, leaning back in his chair. "Fine, and if you see a girl walking here, try not to frighten her, will ya?" He joked. Simon chuckled a little, giving a nod. "Will do, boss." With that, he lingered for only a moment longer, before leaving Negan to his lonesome within the office. Raven finished getting ready she walked towards the door she looked at herself in the mirror before walking out the door she walked towards the stairs she looked around seeing how empty the hallways were she wasn't sure where everyone was she got up the stairs on the floor Negan office is she sees a tall skinny man as she gets to the top of the stairs she never seen him before. Simon met eyes with her as he neared the stairs, before stopping in place. He glanced her up and down, appearing to be sizing her up. After a brief second, a cunning smirk appeared on his lips as he made eye contact once more. He lifted his hands onto his hips before he began to speak. "You're that new girl, aren't you? That crazy one that everyone's been buzzing about.."

Raven looked up at him and had her knife hidden on her thigh just in case. "Ummm yeah, I guess I am the new girl I don't know what the big deal about me though I thought it be better to meet the leader face to face to know who I'm dealing with and what I need to do for him and how to stay on his good side." She says smirking as she crosses her arms. Simon raised his brows, slightly tilting his head downward and to the left for a moment, before straightening up again. A brief and quiet huff of amusement escaped his nostrils before he began to speak, "A girl that cuts straight to the chase. I like that. That is something you just don't see every day." His grin widened a little more, before giving a subtle nod. "Name's Simon, Negan's right-hand man." Raven looks at him and smiles "I'm Raven. I need to um meet Negan he's waiting for me." She says as she walks a little past him having her back towards Negan's office. She doesn't know how to continue a conversation with Simon she does not like his vibe he's creepy she has a bad feeling bout him. Simon nodded and moved his hand as a gesture for her to go ahead. "Well, let's not keep the big man waiting, shall we?" He took one step downstairs, before turning to look at her one last time. "Good luck. The boss can be a real charmer." He spoke, his sly smirk unable to leave from his lips. Afterward, he continued on his way to get back to work, still grinning to himself. As friendly as he acted and sounded, there was just something off about him. Something more than met the eye.

Meanwhile, Negan was humming a little tune, impatiently tapping his fingers upon Lucille as he awaited Raven's arrival. He had been listening to the conversation the entire time, slightly annoyed that Simon ignored the last thing he had said to him. Raven smirks and chuckles as she walks over to the door and rolls her eyes. Raven knew how much of a charmer Negan could be and that's what she loved bout him that smile made her heart beat so fast and it made her smile. She stands in front of his office knocks on the door and waits for his response or open the door. Negan's humming stopped upon the knock, his distant eyes instantly gaining life once more. He turned his head to look at the door, before standing up from his seat and strolling over, his boots echoing as he walked across the floor. Usually, he wouldn't bother getting up and would call someone in instead, but he wanted to be respectful and inviting to her. When he opened the door and saw her dress, his eyes widened slightly, before his smile grew a little more. "Wow.." He muttered softly to himself.

Raven looks up smiling and blushing looks up at him "Good evening Negan I um hope you don't mind if I dress you I haven't dressed up like this in a long time so I thought I got all pretty up. I mean I think I overdid, to be honest with you." She says looking down blushing Negan smiled in return, making eye contact with her. He took notice of her blush, a scoff of amusement making his shoulders bounce a little. The temptation to tease her about it was pretty strong, but he managed to refrain himself."Good evening and that's fine, sweetheart.. I don't think you overdid anything, you look beautiful." Raven looks up into his eyes and blushes and smiles "Thank you Negan I have met your right-hand man out there he's um interesting, to say the least... he kinda creepy me out." She says as she rubs her upper arm uncomfortable Negan returns the smile, a hint of sincerity shining through his rough exterior. "You're welcome." After what she said about Simon, his smile faded a little and he sighed. "That's just Simon doing his thing. Keeps everyone on their toes, you know? But, if he continues bothering you, then I'll be sure to get the message through to him." He promised... Raven looks at him and nods "Yeah he just checked me out by looking me up and down. And apparently, your group is talking bout me on how I'm crazy for talking to you." She says as she walks inside his office walking past him and she looks around his office

He let her walk past, before following her inside. "He was checking to see how athletic you were, see if you could be useful in a fight." He explained. Of course, there was more to his tactics, but he didn't feel right to give those up just yet. Sure, they were good friends, but if he were to tell her and she brought it to light, then it could cause a shift in the power dynamics within the sanctuary. Something that he greatly feared, as it could be their downfall. What she said next brought a brief laugh out of him. "That's because a lot of people are too scared to speak to the ringmaster themselves. They usually speak to the lower ranks and learn from there. But you wanted to speak to me alone." He explained. The office wasn't fancy like his room. It had some hanging lights above a large table surrounded by chairs and a few shelves. The most interesting thing in the room had to be the large map of Virginia along with all of the roads. Marked on it were symbols representing the Sanctuary, their outposts and lookout points, the communities where they received supplies, as well as the routes those supplies were taken. Negan looked around the room himself for a moment, before looking at her once again. "I was going to have our little dinner and dance back in my room, I just had to take a meeting in here and didn't know how long it would take, so I wanted us to meet here."

Raven walks around his office walks over to the map looks at it and shakes her head "No Negan he was checking me out like my body Simon said I was the new crazy one everyone is talking bout and I think something is going on with you and this group. What are you not telling me Negan?" She asks as she stares at the map seeing the symbols on the map. He watched her walk up to the map, a deep sigh escaping his lips at what she said. "Well, if he does or so much as insinuates something, then I'll take care of it." He promised, his tone firm. He wasn't trying to be threatening to her, he was just a little tense at the thought that Simon might do something. His right-hand man had never done something like this before, at least to his knowledge, but he trusted Raven's word. When she brought up the communities, he smiled slightly before shaking his head. "That's nothing to worry about, darling. It's just business... But, if you must know, we get supplies from those places. We offer them protection, and they give us supplies in return." He explained.

Raven glances up at him and smiles softly. "You got to do what you have to. But look, Negan, you don't have to be afraid to tell me your business is a leader. Nothing scares me anymore. Negan, I dealt with a lot worse with my father, and this world is a piece of cake compared to my childhood. And with your right-hand man, I know you will protect me but I can protect myself, but shouldn't you have a group meeting bout me and what not bout how they chatter or gossip should stop and you should warn them if they do anything or are you keeping me a secret bout being someone you knew from before the apocalypse?" She asks. He returned the smile. "I'll try to keep that in mind. And I know that you can handle yourself. You're a good fighter, but it's still my job to keep everyone here safe. There are 200 fighters here with even more workers. Every time I lose one or one gets hurt, that shit's on me. Whether I'd like it to be or not.." He explained. When she mentioned introducing her to the rest, a look of realization spread across his face. "Damn it, you're right. I am all over the place today." He joked, a small grin on his face. "Well, would you like me to introduce you to our motley crew or would you like dinner first?" Raven smiles and looks at him "Let's enjoy our evening Negan I'm starving and I missed having an evening with you Negan. Plus I got dressed for you not for your crew especially since most of them are men." She says she wasn't sure how Negan was going to introduce her to his group but hopefully, she wouldn't be a target of eyes, and or jealous especially his wives.

Negan smiled in return, before giving a nod. He reached for the brass door knob, opening it for her before stepping aside. Negan gestured his arm for her to exit the room ahead of him, still acting like a gentleman to his guest. "Well, in that case, let's get this show on the road." Raven smiles as she walks towards the door and she puts her hand on his chest as she walks past him outside his office and looks back at him. I hope this evening goes well Negan I don't want our evening to be interrupted... just me and you Negan that's all I want." She says as she smiles softly and holds her hand out towards him.

Negan smiled in return, his eyes following her as she began to walk by. However, when he felt her hand on his chest, his gaze immediately looked down at it. He stared at it for a second, so taken aback by the action that he couldn't find a smart quip to say about it. His train of thought was interrupted further as she spoke up once more. Negan lifted his head to meet her gaze, the corners of his lips forming a grin. "I can assure you that the night is all ours." When it was offered to him, Negan took her hand into his own. He was tempted to kiss the top of it but refrained himself from doing so. After all, if one of his wives saw, then that would be one hell of a thing to discuss.

Raven smirks and giggles as she notices he is lost for words for a few seconds "If I wouldn't say Negan Smith you seem to be lost for words just there. Is something bothering you or on your mind?" She asks as she walks down the hall with him holding his hand. They had always been flirty either each other but something made him choke up she needed to also refrain from showing her feelings but harmless flirting shouldn't be any harm. He smiled in return, before laughing along with her. "Well, I wasn't exactly expecting someone to feel my left pec, but you've certainly got my attention now, sweetheart." He quipped, his grin forming into more of a smirk as he teased. He had always enjoyed flirting and joking with her, but now he had to be a little cautious about it. At least while they were in the eye of the public.

Raven giggles and looks him up and down "I mean Negan you and I always flirted with each other even around Lucille. Do I embarrass you or something or are you afraid of being caught?" She asks as her smirks go away as they stand in front of his bedroom door and have her back to him. She felt her feelings for him coming back she never stopped loving Negan after he saved her from her ex-boyfriend. She felt hurt that he had multiple wives but it's the apocalypse who fucking cares as long as he's happy with them, she just needs to hide how upset she is and enjoy the evening. He looked at her and chuckled briefly after what she had said. "Darling, there is nothing you can say or do that is gonna embarrass me. It's the second option." His words, though true, owned a hint of a playful tone. He took a step forward, carefully squeezing past her so that he could reach the door. Once there, he took a worn brass key from his left chest pocket and inserted it into the door, unlocking it before pushing the door open. He stood off to the side so that she could walk into the room ahead of him as usual.

Raven walks into the room and looks back at him confused "You're afraid of getting caught why? What's the reason are you afraid of something happening?" She asks as she crosses her arm as she messes with her necklace. She doesn't understand why being caught was going to be such a big deal or her being around at all. He began to enter the room behind her but stopped in place when she turned around. He released a sigh, turning around to take a brief look behind him before looking at her once more. "Well, my wives might get jealous, and we don't want green-eyed monsters bursting down the door, now do we?" He joked. His eyes fell upon the necklace once more, his smile brightening. "You kept that old thing? I'm surprised it didn't get lost in all the mess out there."

Raven sighs and rolls her eyes "Don't change the subject Negan look if you're that worried bout you're "wives" being jealous of me and you spending time with me then maybe we shouldn't talk or hang out... because I'm not afraid to slap bitch for being jealous of me there nothing to be jealous bout. I'm assuming you have beautiful wives especially more beautiful than me so there's nothing to be jealous bout especially when you tell everyone how you know me." She says with her hands on her hips. His smile faded slightly after what she said. "You don't like the fact that it's plural, do you?" He asked, shaking his head a little after a moment. After standing completely still for a brief second, his arms shrugged, "You're right, I don't know what I'm so worried about. You'll knock them straight on their asses the moment that they decide to give you shit. And don't sell yourself so short, you're beautiful." He spoke as his grin grew back to its original form.

Raven looks at him and blushes slightly "I mean you're going to tell everyone how you know me right? Or are you going to keep that a secret? And to answer your question bout the necklace I never lose it because I couldn't lose the one thing that reminds me of you and it helps me stay calm." She says Negan met her gaze, nodding subtly in response. "Of course, I'm going to say. Besides, the longer you keep something from a group of people, especially one like this, the more it festers." He explained a brief and quiet sigh to follow. As she spoke more of the necklace, his smile became a little softer. "Well, it's a good thing we aren't separated anymore, huh?" A hint of sincerity in his voice. After a moment, he gestured his hand to the inside of his room, trying to bring attention back to the occasion. "Well, let's get this dinner going, shall we?"

Raven smiles softly and nods "Yeah yeah I'm sorry I'm just considering and making sure you're okay and that with everything I'm learning bout how you are now and what you've been doing it's a bit shocking and hard to take in a bit." She says she felt bad for bringing the mood down at the beginning of their evening together. She just hopes nothing bad happens or that he is not upset for being like she is because of finding out bout his "wives" He lifted his head slightly as she said her apology, already able to guess where this was heading. She had been showing signs of dislike for his actions for a while, and he already knew she wasn't one to shy away from speaking her mind. Negan's grin widened before a brief laugh escaped his throat. "Of course I'm fine. The world has changed, Raven. Had to adapt to survive. It's a different game now."

Raven looks at him and nods "Yeah I know it took me so much to adapt to while being alone out there in the woods it was so hard to have a shelter to sleep, food to find, and struggling to stay alive and stay sane. I barely got sleep out there, especially with my nightmares and nobody watching my back for walkers." She says as she looks down she still has nightmares from her childhood but the nightmare consists of her losing Negan either by walkers or him dying and her ending up alone. Negan's smile faded, a look of understanding creeping onto his face. He couldn't imagine living in the woods for all of those years by himself. The kind of physical and psychological horror it would cause. He knew for certain that he wouldn't have been able to handle it and would likely have gone crazy. Even with a group as large as this, he at times feared losing his sanity. After a moment, a small smile with a hint of reassurance appeared on his face. "Well, you shouldn't have to fret your pretty head about that any longer. We have a secure shelter, a good amount of food and medicine, and a community that has each other's back. If one person has a problem, it's all of our problems. I'm not entirely sure about how to help the nightmares though." He assumed that her nightmares probably involved her past trauma. It never crossed his mind once that they could involve him.

Raven looks into his eyes and shrugs "I know Negan and the nightmares I deal with all the time I wake up from them and never go back to sleep I get a maximum 4 hours of sleep maybe less just depends you don't have to worry bout me and my nightmare Negan I've had them all my life so I can't stop them I think the only time they stopped was when I lived with you and Lucille for a little bit before the apocalypse started." She says she didn't want to tell him her nightmares because it's not like he's going to comfort her every night knowing he has his wives to spend time with at night and being a leader takes his time as well.

Negan met her gaze. Although he was once more hiding behind his tough-guy act, he was still concerned about her. Sleep is just as important as food or water, and lack of any of those could cause serious problems. Problems that he couldn't bear to see Raven go through. "Well, if they don't ease up in a few days, then go visit the doctor. He should have some sleeping pills that you can use." He knew better than to pry and see what her nightmares consisted of. There were some lines that even he didn't cross. Raven looks down and nods and sighs as she walks around his room she hates that he suggests medicine but she can't force him to have all his time and attention on her. "It's fine Negan. It's not like I can die in my sleep now I'm not going to get used to this place so quickly but I'm going to at least keep my door locked and have a pistol or one of my knives under my bed. But you don't have to worry bout me Negan you got enough on your plate. Plus we used to be so close and tell each other almost everything." She says smiling slightly walking to the window and looking outside with her back towards him.

He walked further into the room, before shutting the door behind him so they could have privacy. He immediately made his way to a little kitchen area, getting supplies together so that he could start cooking. His shoulders bounced a little with amusement at what she said, but he couldn't blame her. Especially after what she's been through. "I don't blame you one bit, sweetheart. I don't care if you sleep with a whole damn arsenal, just as long as you don't use it on us. I wish the Satellite outpost would have had that idea, maybe they'd still be here.." He stood in silence for a moment, before taking a glance back at her as he continued cooking. "Right, I haven't told you about that yet. I lost a lot of my men recently at an outpost. Some self-righteous, little prick and his group killed them in their sleep. I got it under control now, but it still grinds my gears."

Raven glances back at him confused slightly and nods slowly as she looks back out the window. "Some people can be real assholes. I dealt with an asshole myself I was almost killed and raped because of it that's why I have stayed on my own I just couldn't trust anybody sometimes I could've even trusted myself with the lack of sleep and food I was hearing and seeing things sometimes. Like I sometimes see my parents, my ex, even you Negan." She says

Outside the window was a view of the Sanctuary's gardens. There was a lot, but it didn't seem big enough to be able to feed so many people. They hadn't expanded on the gardens due to depending upon other communities for their produce. Negan nodded in agreement. "You're damn right. This world just keeps making them too." When he heard about what happened, he stopped in his tracks. He turned around to look at her, his face showing that he was a little pissed. "The pieces of shit. Did they hurt you?" There was nothing in the world that he hated more than rape. Anyone who attempted or so much as insinuated such in the Sanctuary was dealt with by Negan himself. His face lightened up at what she said last, a little surprised at the information. "You missed me that much?" He teased, before shaking his head. "Sorry, that wasn't a good joke. But I'm glad you're here now."

Raven glances at him and smiles at his teasing but as soon as he asks if she got hurt she turns back to the window and frowns as she doesn't say anything its not like she hasn't been hurt like that before but once the apocalypse started she killed her parents think she never goes through what she went through again but some men can be pigs and not take no for an answer. She holds her necklace tightly and rubs it on her upper arm having him remind flashback to that moment in what happened to her. She was jumped from behind, grabbed hands tied behind her back, and got pinned down. But after what was going on she got the strength to defend herself by kicking him away with her feet and broke free from her binds and then she took her crossbow out and shot him in his crouch and then in his head.

Negan returned the smile but it faded as he watched her turn away and avoid the question. His heart sank a little, the realization of what she had possibly gone through hitting him like a ton of bricks. He didn't want anyone to have to go through that crap, especially not Raven. "Damn.." He spoke softly, a gentle sigh to follow. He moved away from the stove, putting the cooking aside for a moment as he made his way over. Negan took his place at her side, opening his arms as he offered a hug. As much as he wanted to go straight in for the hug, judging by how she was acting, he knew better than to try and force his affection. Raven looks over at him as tears start welling up in her eyes she quickly embraces him tightly. She was completely quiet she just kept hugging him but she couldn't just tell him what she had been through she killing the mood, and she felt guilty about this going on. She pulls away from the hug and wipes her tears away, I'm fine Negan it was in the beginning of all this." She says When she embraced him, he wrapped his arms around her, gently holding her close. Negan was a little surprised by her tight grip, but he kept his mouth shut. After all, right now was not a good time to make a quip about something. When she began to stir and move away, he let go of her so that she could do so. Negan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He knew she wasn't okay, he knew all too well. He wanted to argue and tell her to cut the bullcrap, but then he'd just be a hypocrite. Instead, he simply nodded. "Alright, if you say so.. Whenever you're ready, I'm all ears."

Raven closes her eyes and holds her arms crossed over her chest "Can I get some alcohol? I need it now please." She says as she walks over to the couch and holds her knees to her chest and covers her face with her knees. She just wants to make sure she just forgets bout this and moves on with the evening. Raven kept touching a scar on her inner arm where her tattoo is that she got with Negan she got that new scar from that man who attacked her she was so pissed that her tattoo got damaged the way it did. He gave a subtle nod before walking away to fetch the whiskey bottle from his pantry. After grabbing a whiskey glass from the dish cabinet, he made his way to the couch she sat on. Negan took a glance at her, concern evident in his brief gaze. He placed both the bottle and the glass on the coffee table in front of her for her to use, before preparing to walk away to continue cooking, but stopped in place as he took notice of the scar. His curiosity was bugging him, wanting to know what had happened since they were separated but he refrained. It wasn't like he was going to give her his whole life story since they last saw each other, why would he expect her to do the same? After a moment of silently staring at the scar, he strolled away from her and back into the kitchen so he could finish cooking. Raven glances up at the bottle and the glass she glances over at Negan walking away and she grabs the whiskey bottle and just drink from the bottle she closes her eyes feeling the burn going down her throat and she sighs. She just sits there touching the scar on her wrist and sips on the whiskey more she gets up with the bottle in her hand and walks over to the music he had she sees a tape and smiles when it wad label our songs. She puts it in the player and starts playing the music that was their playlist they made years ago she closes her eyes as she touches the player listening to the songs.

Negan was beginning to fix their plates but stopped in his tracks as he heard the music playing. He couldn't hide the reminiscent smirk that stretched across his face. Whenever he had a bad day, he'd seek refuge in his room and listen to the songs on that tape, allowing the music to take him back to a much simpler time. It was his little way of keeping sane in this mess. He finished up by putting the food on the plates and carrying it to the table. He carefully placed them both upon the glass top, before he allowed himself to lift his head to gaze over at her. When he did, a quiet laugh escaped him, seeing she was drinking straight from the bottle instead of the glass he had given her. "Don't drink too much or else I'll have to carry you back to your room." He teased.

Raven looks over at him as she smirks and sips from the bottle again and giggles "Hey I earned this mister survival is fucking hard and also trying to not go insane and kill myself in the process I should be rewarded the world badass woman award." She says, walking over to him and putting the bottle on the table. She felt a bit tipsy but as soon as she eats she should be fine she doesn't want Negan to get in trouble or for her to have to kick some bitches asses. He smiled in return, before shrugging his shoulders. "Well, Miss Badass, I'm afraid I don't have any medals to give, but how about you pick something special out from the market after this? My treat." He spoke, his tone playful but sincere. The market was full of all kinds of interesting stuff. Decorations, food, music, clothes, you name it. If she did end up getting drunk, then he didn't mind helping her back to her room. He'd deal with whatever repercussions came next if there were any. Raven smiles softly "Wow you have a market to reward people? Interesting I don't know what I would get since I never really got anything during my childhood. I hope I don't get you in trouble or have people get the wrong idea about me. I'm assuming people think we are sleeping together." She says giggling and sipping the whiskey again.

Negan gave a nod in response to what she said. "Yep. It gives people a good reinforcement for working, makes them more productive." He explained with a smile. As he heard about her childhood, his smile faded a little. His heart ached for her, the things she had to face since such a young age. His mind was brought out his thoughts as she commented on people's assumptions. Negan laughed upon her comment, shaking his head a little. "Probably. But I'll be sure to address the rumors. Can't have our newest addition getting dirt on her name, now can we?" He jested, his smile brightening.

Raven smiles and looks into his eyes "Negan listen I know the whole multiple wives thing got me upset but what is the real reason why you have so many? I mean you don't love them do you or is this a power thing? Because I know you're not forcing them but if they wanted to go back to their spouse without you making them scared or you killing their spouse I think it's a fear thing on why they don't leave. Negan I've noticed the fear in people's eyes and how they are around you." She says softly as she sits down at the table looking up at him. Negan's eyes widened a little as she spoke. He stood in silence for a moment as if her words had frozen him in place before he eventually took a seat as well. Negan's gaze hardened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability passing through. "Raven.. Fear is a powerful motivator. It keeps people in line and stops them from turning on each other. It's messy out there, and sometimes, you gotta be the big, bad wolf to keep the sheep alive." Raven looks at him and crosses her arms "But having multiple wives is that part of the fear and the power of being a leader. I don't know what all happened to you Negan other than losing Lucille but that is the way a leader should be. But this is your group, not mine and you do whatever you do I just don't want you to get hurt or your people finding the guts to stand up for themselves." She says

Negan sighed, raising his brows a little as she mentioned the wives again. "You are still upset about that, damn. I'm starting to think you're jealous or something." He teased, shrugging his shoulders. It was just a power thing. Something else to use to keep people in line, make them feel below him. Especially Dwight, who he seemed to target the most. Upon what she said last, he made eye contact with her once again. "I've been at this for years, if they were going to do something, they would have. They've had plenty of chances. I admit, I would instigate at times just to see. People enjoy their shelter and full-bellies. They're too afraid to start a confrontation and lose it all." Raven looks at him and sighs and shrugs as she sips from the whiskey bottle again just staying quiet she doesn't want to have this conversation again she knows she's jealous of his wives but she doesn't want to show it she's just showing more concern for Negan's well being and happiness. She doesn't trust anyone especially if his "wives" are scared of him or they might have a plan to kill him if they were brave enough.

Negan relaxed when it seemed she had dropped the topic. Even he didn't want to keep having that conversation. It just reminded him of all of the repulsive things he had done to keep the people in line. He didn't like doing it, truly, but he felt like he had to keep his people alive. Negan released a sigh, eventually finding his voice after a couple of moments of silence. "So, did you travel at all during those years? Go anywhere interesting?" He spoke, before beginning to eat. He had used the same recipe he had since before the apocalypse. It was rather simple, but given the times they now faced, the ingredients could still be a pain to find at times. Luckily, he had them on hand at the time. Raven sips the whiskey and sighs she shakes her head "No after I killed my parents I went back to your house and.... saw it was burnt to the ground I thought you were dead but I kept trying to find you i rode my motorcycle everywhere I could think on where you be at but never could find you." She says as she takes a bite of her food and softly smiles thinking back to when he made this for her in the past.

He froze for a moment after hearing about her parents. Sure, they were horrible people, but it still hurt to lose family. He wasn't sure to comfort her or congratulate her, so he instead stayed silent about it for now. "Yeah. After I burned the house down, I stayed on the move. Ran into people along the way, but every single time, they'd die on me. It was like I was a walking plague. I stayed alive but I was forced to watch others die. Then I ran into Dwight's group, and you know the rest from there, but I must say I'm flattered to know you came looking for me." He ate a little more, smiling as the familiar taste filled his senses. He always prided himself on his cooking. Especially when it came to spaghetti. After a moment, he looked up from his plate, putting his attention on her. "Anyways, enough about people dying. What kind of motorcycle is it, or do you not know?" Raven looks up at him after she takes another bite and shakes her head "It was a Harley Davidson Sport glide but it died on me a long time ago I've just been walking everywhere I go since then. So don't worry bout it Negan, and I'm sure you wouldn't let me out of your sight anyway for me to use a motorcycle to get anywhere like go to the nearby town for supplies of clothes that are more my style." She says

His eyes widened, a quiet whistle of awe escaping his mouth. "A Harley?" He repeated a grin on his lips. "Shit, if that was me, I would have pushed that thing the entire way here.. And I let people leave to explore, just as long as they go with a group of at least 5-7. There's a better chance of them returning that way." He explained, before taking another bite. Raven takes another bite and then she looks down at her plate and then she glances up at Negan "What if I just want to get some fresh air and be by myself Negan? You know me I need to be alone sometimes and being in a building doesn't work for me. Unless you don't want me to go out there if your roof is available for me to use instead. If not it's fine I'll lose my sanity by being in a room to be away from people." She says

Negan sighed, his eyes looking over to meet her gaze. He understood the need to be alone, but in times like these, being alone practically meant certain death. Something he wouldn't be able to bear if it ever happened to her. He already lost Lucille, he couldn't lose her too. "We do have access to the roof. Just if you do go up there, please be careful. I don't need you taking a flying leap of faith down into the courtyard." Raven looks at him like 'really' "Really Negan? I'll be fine its not like I'm going to commit suicide and if anything if you're so worried bout me then why don't you accompany me on going outside or on the road you know unless you are too busy of course like I know you will be but I can't get in your way of being a leader so.." she says she takes her last bit of food and takes the whiskey bottle and sips on it as she stands up and sighs. He met her gaze, his eyes expressing that he had regretted his joke. "I'm sorry. That one went a little far." He admitted, his voice sincere. This time it wasn't just a hint of it, he was expressing it completely. He didn't mean it as a suicide joke, just that it was dangerous up there with whatever was left of the guard rails being rusty and unreliable. Though he didn't communicate that, it made sense for it to be taken differently. Of course, as she continued speaking, he moved back into his bravado attitude. A grin formed on his face at the offer, it would be the best option for both of them. He could have an eye on her and keep her safe, and she could get some fresh air without too many people around. "I think that's a beautiful idea. Just give me the word whenever you want to set sail and I'll be right behind you." He promised. He too finished up his food before standing up on his feet. He reached for a handout, silently offering to take her plate to the sink so that she wouldn't have to.

Raven hands him the plate and continues drinking from the bottle the bottle is almost empty she walks over to the music player and starts playing their song and smiles as she closes her eyes and she holds her necklace. The whiskey is kinda getting to her but she doesn't want to be a sloppy drunk when they still need to dance together to end their evening together. "Thank you." He shot her a grin, before bringing the dishes to the sink. The ceramic plates clinked together as they bumped against the metal pans he had already placed in there. He'd clean them after their get-together was over. When he heard their song playing, Negan couldn't hide the grin that appeared on his face. He strolled over to her side, extending his hand to her in a dramatic manner as if they were in a ballroom. "Miss Rose, may I have this dance?" Raven smiles and blushes and giggles she puts the bottle of whiskey down on the table looks at him and puts her hand in his hand her eyes start to well up in tears a bit but they are tears of happiness since her mind flashes back to the past before the apocalypse when they used to do this together. "Yes, Mr. Smith you may have this dance." She says

Negan smiled a little brighter as she took his hand. He gently placed an arm around her side, before beginning to take the lead in the dance after a moment. He was a little rusty at first, given how long it had been but it didn't take long for him to get the hang of it again. Negan had missed their dances together. What had started as a joke the first time that it happened, had turned into one of his favorite things before the apocalypse. For so long he thought that he'd never get to experience it again, but he was thankfully proven wrong. Raven smiles as tears run down her cheeks she looks up at him and smiles she then lays her head on his chest holds his hand tightly and puts her other hand on the side of his neck. She thought she never has this moment with him ever again but she was so happy to have this moment again I hope there will be more moments like this in the future.

Negan returned the smile, his eyes softening as he witnessed her tears. He gave a brief kiss on the top of her head, in an attempt to comfort her. He knew that they didn't seem like sad tears, but he still felt bad for her. "I was starting to think this would never happen again.." He admitted, a scoff of amusement escaping from his throat.

Raven smiles and blushes closes her eyes and nods "Yeah I felt like we never have this moment again we would've only had memories but unfortunately some memories fade out as years go by I'm just glad we have this tattoo we go together, the necklace you gave me and the only photo we have with each other to keep those memories alive at least to remember what you looked like." She says Negan smiled in return, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. It's a damn good thing we were wrong." He joked before his eyes lightened a little for a moment as he listened to her. He was still amazed at the idea that she had tried to find him for all that time and had cared so much about him. Sure, he had cared about her as well, but after Lucille, he was almost certain that he had lost her too. Every day he hoped that he was wrong, but as time passed his fear of her loss only grew stronger. It got to the point that he was starting to forget what she looked like, but thanks to her tattoos, he immediately recognized her. After a moment, he pulled himself out of his thoughts, not wanting to allow awkward silence to slip into their conversation."You missed me that much, huh?" He teased.

Raven looks into his eyes and smiles and blushes "Of course I did Negan why wouldn't I? You and Lucille were the only people who cared bout me without you I wouldn't have anybody I would've been dead a long time ago if I had been killed by my parents by my ex-boyfriend or by.... myself. I'm glad you saved me Negan I don't know what I do if I didn't have you in my life." She says softly as she looks deep into his eyes. Negan's expression lightened, a flicker of vulnerability slipping through. He and Lucille had loved her company, although Lucille wasn't quite on board with it at first. She had pulled Negan to the side and chewed him out for bringing a stranger home. However, it didn't take long for Lucille to accept the idea. From then on, Negan had spent as much time as he could with Raven, treating her like he had known her for his entire life. But that sweet man had died with Lucille. At least, it had felt that way.

After a moment, he finally decided to speak. "Raven, I-" Before he could speak any further, a loud knock at the door interrupted him. Negan stopped in his tracks, putting his attention to the direction of the sound. "Somebody better be dying, you prick!" He snapped to whoever was on the other side, pretty pissed by the interruption. After a pause of silence, a voice spoke up, his tone cautious. "Sorry, Boss. It's just, you left Lucille in your office." The Savior explained. Negan's expression lightened. He hadn't realized it before, but he didn't remember carrying his beloved bat back with him. He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Leave her by the door. I'll get her in a minute. And be careful with her. I find one dent or scratch on her that wasn't there, and you'll be treating her to a 3-course meal of your skull, is that understood?" Negan snapped, his grave voice laced with hatred, yet his eyes held evidence of concern for the weapon. The voice rose again, shaking as the savior trembled. "Understood, Boss." A couple of seconds later, the savior could be heard walking away, deeper into the concrete halls. As the sound of his footsteps became softer and softer, Negan placed his attention back on her, his smile returning as his eyes landed on her face. "Sorry about that, sweetheart. Now, where were we?" Raven stands there and hears what they said and looks at him "What did he just say? Did they just call that bat you carry around Lucille? Negan I... I don't understand why you would call that bat your late wife but I guess it's probably because of you wanting to keep her memories alive I guess." She says holding her arms crossed over her chest looks down and sighs.

His smile faded slightly before his brows raised as she questioned him. It had been a long time since someone had questioned his actions so much, and it was something rather hard for him to get used to. He pushed that aside for the moment, before giving a subtle nod, his smile returning to his face. "You, my dear, hit the nail straight on the head. Naming the bat after her. It's my way of keeping a piece of her with me." He explained Raven looked at her and sighed "But you use that bat for bash head? Or hurt people? I don't think naming your wife after a bat especially if you use it as a weapon to defend yourself or whatever. But I don't want this night to be ruined I just want to finish our evening together good and then we can talk tomorrow." She says His brows raised upon what she said, his mouth slightly agape for a second, before forming into a grin. "I'm sorry, are you saying that your night was almost ruined because I named a baseball bat?" He teased. After a couple of seconds, he shook his head with a brief laugh to follow. "Never thought I'd hear that one. But fine, let's enjoy our night, Princess."

Raven looks at him "No the night would've been ruined by me being so fucking negative and getting fucking drunk I don't care bout that bat of yours Negan you choose to do whatever you want. I'm sure Lucille wouldn't see it in a positive light but she's not here so." She says Negan laughed a little, leaning back for a moment before standing up straight once more. He stretched out both of his arms, before letting them drop to his sides once more as he shook his head a little. "Still got that fiery attitude. Still admire it. Unless of course, that's the alcohol talking." He sneered before continuing to speak, "Who knows? Maybe she would. But let's not argue, let's finish the night with a bang and talk more when we've had some sleep. Deal?" Raven looks at him and smiles "Yeah let's um finish the night with a bang. I ummm want to make sure that we spend time together as much as possible you never know what could happen the next day. I want you to know that I missed you and nothing is going to stop me from being by your side I never want to go another day without you ever again." She says

Negan's smile brightened. "Excuses, excuses. Miss Rose, I'm starting to get the impression that you're obsessed with me." He teased, his smile only growing more before he shrugged. "But I'll happily oblige. I missed you too, Rosie." He winked after he said the nickname. He knew that it seemed to bother her earlier, but he just couldn't help himself. The only amusement he found in the apocalypse was getting reactions out of people. "Anyways, what kind of grand finale were you imagining? Or would you rather get back to our dance, which was so rudely interrupted?" Raven blushes and shakes her head and looks down. She can't say how she wants this night to end because he's doesn't feel that way bout her so she just going to think ending the night here should be fine but she sad that she can't have that ending to a good evening together. "Well actually I'm getting pretty tired I should get back to my room and try to get some rest." She says Negan lifted his brows and tilted his head slightly to the right, curious about Raven's behavior. He could tell she was keeping something to herself, but he wasn't quite sure of what it could be. Luckily, he didn't pry, figuring the alcohol had something to do with it. "Alright, some other time then. Do you need me to carry you to your room, princess?" He asked with a grin Raven smiled and giggled "No no I think I'll be fine I umm I'll walk slowly down the stairs. Only if you want to accompany me but you don't have to. I have protection if I need to use it." She says as she looks at him as she also shows her knife under her dress on her thigh. Negan's eyes widened a little when he saw the knife, a small smirk forming on his lips. Negan's eyes soon went back to her face. He began to speak but froze in place, seemingly letting his words roll around in his head for a moment. 5 seconds later, he finally spoke. "Well, sweetheart, knife or no knife, I'm coming with you whether you want me to or not. For tonight, I am your very own, bonafide guardian devil." He joked as he strode up to the door. He turned the brass knob, pushing the door open for her to walk out first.

Raven giggles and smiles and walks out of his room and looks back at him "Thank you Negan I remember when I didn't have a ride home from my job and I started walking home and those men started harassing me and you came just in time to save me and give me a ride home." She says Negan walked out behind her. He picked up Lucille who was propped up on the wall near the door, placing her inside of his room instead. Afterward, he shut and locked the door behind him. He would have carried his beloved bat with him, but he wanted to have both hands free just in case he had to catch her. He put his attention on her when she spoke, a smirk forming on his face as he thought back to the moment. "I remember that. Sprained my damn wrist after giving one a right hook, but it was worth it." He began walking down the stairs beside her, making sure to keep up with her pace. He had a hand slightly outstretched, ready to grab her in case she stumbled. Raven walks down the stairs her eyesight is a bit hazy, and she does have a bit of drunk walks, so she just kind of loses her balance and falls forward she tries grabbing the railing but misses. She remembered when she first got drunk when Negan and Lucille weren't home, and she drank whatever was in the cabinet she thought sounded good.

Negan tensed up when he saw her lose her balance, his face changing from his usual prideful expression into fear and concern. He grasped the collar on her jacket with one hand, before placing another on her chest to stabilize her and keep her from rolling down the stairs. "Woah, easy. Can't have you taking a stairway to heaven." Raven takes a breath and a second to catch her breath and looks into his eyes "Sorry I haven't had the time to practice walking downstairs with alcohol in my system." She says as she grabs the railing and grabs his shoulder making sure she is okay to continue down the stairs. When he saw that she was okay, he relaxed once more, a quiet sigh of relief escaping his lips. For a moment, he just knew he was going to see her roll down the metal stairs. Something that had a chance to kill her. Luckily, he had stopped her before such a thing could happen. Once she was stable, he let go of her, but he kept his arm close nearby. "It's fine. Well, even though you're out of practice with being tipsy, you sure as hell can do a good walker impression with you stumbling around like that." He teased, beginning to walk down the stairs once again when she was ready.

Raven smiles and giggles as she playfully pushes him and she grabs his arm for stability as she walks down the stairs she knows he is joking she always misses his teasing but sometimes she hates it too but that's part of who he is and she loves. Negan returned the smile as he laughed along with her. When he saw an opportunity, he had to slip in a witty remark. He couldn't help it. It was a habit that he couldn't break. It wasn't like he had tried either, though. He loved when he could get reactions from people, especially when he could get the reaction out of them that he wanted in the first place. Negan stuck by her side, making sure she didn't fall again. Raven smiles as they continue to walk and they get to her room "Well this is me. Thank you for a wonderful night Negan I hope we can have this evening as much as we can." She says as she leans against her door. She looked at him seeing the old Negan with that big smile and just looking at that handsome face and she felt her heart racing the alcohol wasn't affecting her anymore.

Negan stopped beside her when they reached the door, before meeting her gaze as she turned to face him. "You're more than welcome, Miss Rose, and I think I finally got my answer. You are obsessed with me. You just can't get enough, can you?" He quipped, his smile brightening. "But again, I'll be happy to oblige. Just name a time and place, and I'll be right there." Raven giggles and shakes her head "Okay okay Negan we should get some rest you must have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow." She says as she opens her door before she walks into her room she walks up to him and hugs him once she pulls away from the hug she puts her hand on his chest and kisses his cheek. "Goodnight Negan." She says as she walks towards her room. "Fine, I'll let you get your beauty sleep. Not like you need it, of course." He spoke with a grin. Upon the hug, Negan wrapped his arms around her in return, before letting her go as she stirred to move away. The kiss had taken him off guard, his eyes widening. However, he relaxed a couple of seconds later, still thinking she was under the influence. A bold smirk stretched across his lips as he prepared to tease her, "Well, aren't you just a generous little liquor fairy tonight? .. Goodnight, Raven. Sleep well." After a couple of seconds, he began to walk away so that she could get some rest.

Raven smiles and watches him "I'm not tipsy anymore Negan." She says as she walks away and closes the door behind her once she gets inside her room and sighs as she walks over the her bed and grabs a tank top and shorts to change into to sleep in. As soon as she finished getting dressed she lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling as she held her necklace in her hand and she closed her eyes slowly He stopped in his tracks upon processing what she said, before turning around. However, the door had already been closed by that point. Needless to say, he was a little taken aback by the revelation but after a few seconds, he simply shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle to follow. His smirk instantly returned to his face, before he resumed the journey back to his room.

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little-annie · 1 year

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A short blurb from my fic "Closests and Dill Pickle Chips"

[Robin's been helping Steve cope with his Bi-Awakening/Panic and his presumed unrequited crush on Eddie]

[Eddie hasn't come out to anyone but his Uncle & Band]

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Robin was quiet for a beat, then two, then three. Her grin stretched across her face, nearing on terrifying as she began to bounce on her heels with excitement.

The store was quiet, save the sound of the floor creaking beneath the young woman's feet and the sound of Eddie's heartbeat hammering in his chest. He hadn't told anyone since he came out to the band and that was terrifying but coming out to Robin Buckley, he didn't know what that was. Weird..? Yeah… weird seemed about right.

The silence of the room broke with a shrill shriek and sudden arms wrapping around Eddie's body. Leather clad arms pressed to his sides while the life was merely squeezed out of him.

"I'm so proud of you," Robin whispered into the little amount of air that remained between them and held on tight for quite some time.

"Wait!" She yelled, jumping back as if she'd been burned. Grip loosening, Robin pulled back to hold Eddie by his shoulders, arms length away. Eyes growing larger, the gears in her head obviously began to grind. Her brows jumped and she broke the nearly terrifying eye contact she was holding with the man in front of her.

Voice quiet, she spoke to herself in a hushed tone, "That means… that means… oh my god…so stupid. Why are men so stupid? Ed- hm no, Robin shut up." The young woman moved away, wandering to stand behind the front counter once again. Brows furrowed, she leaned against the cool countertop while she continued her struggle, "Not your place. But… no… but they'd be so stupid in love. No."

Confused by the last few seconds of his life, Eddie was at a loss. Like what the fuck? Yep, weird was definitely a good way to explain this interaction.

Slowly approaching Robin as if she was a wild animal, Eddie made his way the few feet to the front counter, "Buckley…?" He whispered, ducking his head to meet her still down turned gaze.

Head snapping up, brow raised in silent question, Robin straightened out, finally meeting her friends eyes

"We good Bucks?" Eddie quietly asks

Again, a beat, then two, then three

"Yeah, yeah, we're good,-" Robin shrugs nonchalantly, "-I'm a lesbian anyway, so no judgements here, we're goo-" startled by her own confession, Robin was suddenly very quiet, eyes wide, frozen.

"Well,-" Eddie smiled, knowing he better act fast before Robin freaked out, he placed a ring adorned hand on the countertop between them, "- I'm proud of you too Robin."

Again silence overtook the room, the atmosphere was weird, but filled with so much relief. Weight being lifted off two sets of shoulders thanks to the information that still seemed to hang in the air.

Eddie's gay

Robin's also gay

Well.

"You're only the second person I've told." Robin whispered, avoiding Eddie's eyes

"Well in that case Buckley, I'm very proud of you. Plus-" Eddie kicked the toe of his boot against the ugly patterned carpet, "- it's nice to know there's another gay kid in town."

Robin snorted

Eddie huffed in amusement, "What?"

"You'd be surprised who's all friends of Dorothy around here."

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#steddie fic rec #eddie munson #steddie fandom #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #robin buckley

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sibillascribbles08 · 1 year

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Okay last of these for the prompt month. Like how I wound up highlighting how they first became friends, started dating, proposed, and now for the Valentine's Day prompt, may as well wrap it up with them spending the day with their daughter.

This is probably gonna be so cute I'm gonna barf

"Dad?"

"Yes? Dearest daughter of mine?" Donatello hummed as he undid the lock on the apartment door and swung it open. He'd just picked up Holly from school, the same place that Hueso's son went to preschool in the city.

Yeesh, five years old already. Donatello was tempted to invest time in building a device to slow down time but that probably wouldn't work out how he expected it to.

Holly darted into the living room, already tossing her bag onto the sofa. "It's Valemtines."

"Valentines." He softly corrected her pronunciation. She learned to talk at a very young age, but big words still gave her trouble. "It is, did you learn about that in class?"

"Yeah." She smiled up at him, leaning back and forth on her toes. "Miss Orlow said umm... its fun to partic... um, join in on surface holidays."

"It is." He knelt down so she wouldn't start straining her neck--or attempt to climb up on the back of the sofa. "Did you do something in class for it?"

"We made cards." She bounced a few times. "For classmates and..." Holly dove for her bag, opening it up. A handful of pencils, markers, and some balled up scrap paper fell onto the floor. Donatello made a note to help her clean it out later.

She pulled out a folded piece of paper, the colorful scribbles and stickers already visible. At first she turned toward her father, only to suddenly hide it behind her back.

"No. Wait till Daddy gets home. It's for you both."

"Aw, what?" Donatello gave her a smile and slowly reached toward her. "Can't I have a little peek?"

"Noooo." Holly whined and darted to the other side of the sofa.

He laughed and moved forward a bit to start picking her supplies up off the floor. He put the pencils and markers into the proper slots in the bag. "Do you want me to throw these pieces of paper out? Are they important?"

"Um," Holly approached, keeping the card far away as she took each one and unwrapped it. Eventually she held up one of them and pushed the others aside. "Keep this one."

Donatello nodded and took the others, putting them in the recycle bin.

Holly followed him to the kitchen. "You and Daddy have plans? Valem... Val... Val-en-tines is big for parents, right?"

"It's often a romantic holiday, yes." He opened the fridge and tugged out a juice box, offering it to her. "But we hadn't planned anything this year. A night out means having someone watch over you and shockingly, even Uncle Leo has plans."

Holly gave him a big frown as she took the juice. "I'm big. I can take care of myself."

He tried not to laugh out loud. "You are the biggest you've ever been, I won't deny it, but you still can't be left without someone to watch over you in case something happens. But! That is quite alright." He suddenly snatched her off the floor and Holly squealed out a laugh. "Your daddy and I both agree that spending Valentine's with you sounds like more fun anyway."

Holly gasped. "What if I planned Valem-Valentines day?"

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"

The question made her expression shift from excitement to deep thought, her tiny eyebrows almost pressing together as she squinted. "Um..." Then she wiggled, an indicator that she wanted down.

Donatello lowered her to the floor before he let go.

"Dad? Can I talk to Aunty April?"

"Sure, let's see if she's busy." He pulled out his phone and dialed her. A few rings later, April picked up.

"Hey Donnie." She chimed.

"Sounds like you're in a good mood." He smiled. "Sunita have something big planned after work today?"

"Work?" April snorted. "As if, I took the day off. Let some of the new kids do some reporting. My girl and I got the whole day to ourselves."

"Ooh, making me jealous."

"Aw, Jase at work today?"

"Indeed, his turn in the office, and I have some work to do myself as soon as--"

A sharp tug on his pant leg reminded him why he started this call in the first place.

"No, never mind that, Holly wants to talk to you."

"Oh? Sure thing, put her on."

Donatello handed his daughter the phone.

Holly took it, then glared at him. "No listening. It's a secret."

"Of course." He turned away from her, waiting for her to walk out of the room to talk to April, but instead she only moved a few feet away.

"No listening." She insisted.

"I'm not listening." He nodded, biting his lip, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Aunty April?" Holly spoke into the phone. "I'm planning Valentines day... yeah yeah for my daddies, um, but what should I do?" A long pause. "Oh, yeah yeah, maybe um, I could decorate?... I have a blanket I could use...yes! Okay, thank you Aunty April."

Donatello waited until his daughter tugged on his pant leg again before turning to retrieve the phone. He saw the line was still connected, and put it to his ear. Holly stared at him, obviously watching for something.

"Just what were you two planning?" He said into the line, trying to play as dumb as possible.

"Obviously it's a secret." April snickered. "Have a good night, Donnie."

"Indeed, you as well April." With that he hung up and put his phone away, seeing his daughter still eyeing him. "So? Should I leave you to it or..."

She furrowed her brow again, glancing around the kitchen for a bit without saying anything. He fists clenched at her sides and a low hum started to emerge from her throat.

Donatello tried to figure out what she was thinking. "Do you need the kitchen?"

Holly nodded.

"So should I leave?"

"Um... I..." Her gaze turned to the floor. "I don't know how to cook."

Once again he bit back a laugh. "Well, as much as I believe in experience being the best teacher, I would rather you not try and take on such a task by yourself. So, will you let me help?"

"Um, only with cooking." Her gaze became determined. "And grocery shopping. That's it."

"I can agree to those terms. Do you know what you want to cook?"

"Aunty April said barbie que?"

"Barbecue, I assume she meant Korean Barbecue. That should be easy to prep. Should we go take care of shopping now?"

Holly jumped. "Yes!"

"Do you want to get changed?" Donatello offered, knowing his daughter was sometimes very particular about her "school" clothes and her "casual" clothes.

"Yes!" She jumped one more time before darting off to her room.

Donatello smiled and pulled his phone out once more, texting his husband.

>Holly is planning our evening

Only a few moments before a reply popped up.

>Sounds like fun.

>How's work?

>Busy, like it always is when you get on an inventing streak and don't think about all the paperwork for the patents.

Donatello sent three whole lines of hearts and pleading emojis.

>I'll forgive you since it's a holiday, but we're working on this as soon as Draxum offers to look after Holly for the day again.

>I love youuuuuuuuu

He sent another line of hearts.

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Shopping had been fun, but negotiations started all over again as soon as they got home. Holly wanted to prep food right away, but Donatello had work to do and it was far too early to start on dinner. He managed to convince her to focus her time on decorating for now, although Donatello was absolutely not allowed to come out and peek until it was time to cook.

He took the deal, the silence in the office--that doubled as Holly's second playroom some days--allowing him to catch up on a few things.

But, after just an hour of blissful silence, a loud crash came from the kitchen.

Panic and instincts had him rushing out of the room and straight toward the sound. He saw Holly on the floor, right next to one of the swivel chairs that normally stayed in his bedroom.

"Holly?" Donatello dove toward her just as she began to push herself up. "Are you okay?" He helped her up, only for her to push his hands away.

"Fine." She snapped. "I told you no peeking."

He let out a ragged sigh. "Holly, I heard the chair hit the floor. You could have been badly hurt." He looked at the object. What was it even doing on the floor? He glanced around the room, at the unbelievable amount of paper decorations a five year old managed to put around the kitchen in the span of an hour, and finally saw the garland that was only partially hung on the doorway. "Were you trying to use that chair to climb?"

She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms.

"Holly, that's not safe." He stood and picked up the chair, nudging it toward the living room to put back later. "If you need help reaching high places you should ask me."

"No!" She stomped her foot. "It's a surprise."

"That's not worth hurting yourself over."

"Mmmm!" She practically screamed with her lips closed, the sound getting higher and higher, more ear wrenching.

Donatello managed to snatch his frustration and wrestle it down. Yelling wouldn't help. Snapping wouldn't help. He took a few seconds to breathe.

"Holly." He knelt down in front of her.

She turned her head away.

"Give me a sign if you're listening."

The tension at least left her shoulders, and eventually she gave a nod.

"I understand that you want to surprise Jase and I, and I understand wanting to do it yourself, but I don't want you to get hurt. If I call Shelldon over to help you with the hard to reach stuff, is that acceptable?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. "But you've already ruined the surprise."

"I've barely seen any of it." Donatello said as he slapped his hands over his eyes. "Promise, and I won't look at anymore. Do you want me to call Shelldon? Is that fair?"

Silence.

"Dad can't see you right now. Are you nodding or shaking your head?"

"Nodding." Holly mumbled. "Shelldon can come over."

"Okay, let me leave the room and call him. And don't try to climb anything else until he gets here." Donatello stood and headed out. He knew where the door was, he had this apartment layout memorized. Still, he let himself bump into the corner of the entrance while his eyes were still covered. Holly's giggles confirmed that the stunt was worth it.

Once he got to the hallway he tapped in the call for the droid. He kept his back to the kitchen, not even wanting to give the impression that he was looking.

He heard Holly's footsteps on the wood, then the hallway rug before she hugged his left leg.

Donatello glanced down at her. "Everything okay? You sure you're not hurt?"

She nodded. "Sorry for shouting."

He knelt down once more to gently rub her head, always so amused by the short bits of hair on her scalp. "I'm not upset. Sorry for almost ruining the surprise."

Shellon picked then to arrive, giving his signature taps on the window. Donatello gestured for Holly to go let him in. Thankfully easier and safer for her since he always came in from the big window in the living room. Holly could easily climb onto the ledge and undo the latch.

"Donnie." Shelldon's voice rang through the apartment as he flew in. He lowered himself before his body transformed, giving him arms and legs. "What's happening? What do you need?"

"Oh, I don't need anything. Holly needs some help with setting up the kitchen." Donatello pointed. "I'm not allowed to help, so it's your job to make sure she stays safe."

"Oooh, decorating?" Shelldon turned to Holly, still taller than her, but she was certainly catching up. "Is there a party?"

"Valentines." She shouted the word with such confidence.

"Alright, well let's get to it!" The droid ran off to the kitchen, Holly not far behind.

Donatello smiled at their retreating footsteps and returned to his office.

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Donatello spent the next couple of hours working. He kept an ear out, knowing Shelldon would alert him if anything went wrong, but the most he heard was Holly's infectious laughter dancing down the hall.

Finally, a little after 5 PM, Holly called him out to start working on dinner. He took a moment to marvel at her decorating. Paper chains hung all around the kitchen by now, in shades of pink, white and purple. Paper hearts were taped to the wall. She'd tossed one of her colorful blankets over the table and even put out plates--though it was all the plastic ware Donatello kept within arm reach for her.

There were also stickers. A lot of stickers that he assumed she got from class. All of them plastered all over the cupboards. He inwardly cringed, but refused to let it show on his face. He'd save the sticker lecture for later.

Donatello helped Holly prep for dinner, which meant he was actually doing most of it, carefully holding her hands as she held onto various veggies and meats. He showed her how to cut each of them, but refused to let her do it herself. Maybe next year, he told her.

During all this, Shelldon got called back to the lair by Leo. When everything was prepped, Donatello got the grill out and set it up on the table.

Just then, the front door opened.

Holly gasped, rushing for the entrance. "Daddy!"

Donatello couldn't even get out of the kitchen before he heard his husband grunt, and then laugh.

"You should be careful with the jumping," Jase said. "One day you're going to knock me over."

Donatello stepped into the living room, seeing Jase holding Holly with one arm while his other gripped a couple of grocery bags. Donatello took them, letting his husband hug their daughter properly.

"So? How was school?"

"Valentines." Holly shouted.

Donatello chuckled as he moved to the kitchen to put the few food items away, knowing one of them was to surprise their daughter with.

"Valentines? Did you do something for the holiday?"

"We made cards." Holly's feet thumped against the floor. "I made you and Dad one. You gotta see now. Dad! Come see!"

"Coming." Donatello called as he closed the fridge and folded up the reusable bags. He returned to the living room where Holly had her hands behind her back again, stomping her feet with excitement.

She waited until Donatello stood just behind Jase before holding out the handmade card. Jase took it, holding it up so they both could look at the cover. A few paper hearts were glued on the front, stickers all around, and in each of the hearts was a childish rendition of the three of them.

Donatello couldn't hold back his snort when he saw Jase's eyes were just two giant circles with dots.

Jase shot him a glare.

"What?" He tried to smile. "She really captured your eyes." He poked at the side of Jase's lenses.

His husband retaliated by reaching up and tapping the button on the side of his head set. A light crackle rang through the air as his glasses materialized on his face.

"Square eyes." Jase flicked at the lens.

"Hey." Holly waved her arms. "You're supposed to open it."

"Right, of course." Donatello gestured to the card before tapping his headset to put his glasses away.

Jase opened the card to reveal more stickers, some crayon drawings of hearts, and a short message scrawled out in almost illegible handwriting. And that was most certainly not how you spelled Valentine's.

Still, he could make out the phrase, "Happy Valentine's Day, Dads."

"So?" Holly tapped her fingers together. "Do you like it?"

"Daughter Dearest, I love it." Donatello smiled at her.

"Indeed. I think the pair of us are going to be fighting over who gets to keep it on their night stand." Jase closed the card and held it close to his chest.

"Hmm," Donatello hummed as he snaked an arm over his husband's shoulder. "Wrestle you for it."

Jase yelped when he was pulled back against Donatello's chest. "Donnie!"

"No? Smooch battle then? You know I'll win." He leaned over to kiss his husband on the ear and the cheek.

Jase chuckled as he tried to shove him away.

"Dads." Holly whined. "Do that after dinner."

"Ah, she does have a point." Donatello let go. "We don't want that going sour."

Jase loosened his tie. "Let me go put on something more casual then and--"

"No!" Holly insisted. "You're supposed to be fancy. Dad should go change."

Donatello blinked. "Huh?"

Jase smirked and undid his tie, letting it hang around his shoulder. "You heard her. Go put on something nice."

"I'll get dressed up too!" Holly announced before she darted off to her room.

Donatello shook his head. "She's very excited about this."

"I can tell." Jase smiled. "Seems like you had fun today."

"Actually I spent most of it working, she insisted on it being a surprise."

"I'm glad she's enjoying herself." He nudged Donatello toward the hall. "Now go change."

Thankfully changing didn't take long--he could get away with wearing something simple as long as it looked nice--and he managed to meet his husband back in the kitchen before Holly came out of her room. He found Jase staring at the sticker covered cupboards, his frustration evident on his face.

"I know." Donatello patted his shoulder. "I'll be talking to her about it later, but not tonight."

Jase let out a long sigh and ran his hands down his face. "I suppose it could be worse. It'll never be as bad as the time Mikey gave her those finger paints and she decided to turn her bed into a rainbow."

Yeah, Donatello remembered that. Even if the paints were washable the reds and purples left a permanent stain.

Still, "You say that like it's not a fond memory at this point."

Jase crossed his arms. "I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, you mentioned earlier that one day she's just going to knock you over. Sometimes it makes me dizzy, how fast she's growing."

His husband let out a long sigh. "You didn't have to word it like that. I don't want to think about--"

"Ready!" Holly shouted as she rushed into the kitchen, now wearing her sparkly purple dress. "Sit down, sit down. I'm going to get um, drinks!"

Jase put a hand on her head to stop her from running. "And what about you? You're joining us for dinner, right?"

Holly stared up at her daddy with wide eyes, the same dark shade of brown as him. "Um... no? Your Valentine's dinner."

"You need to eat something, Holly."

"Ummmm..."

Donatello shrugged. "We could just give her her Valentine's present early."

Somehow her eyes got even bigger. "I get a Valentine's present?"

"But of course." Donatello held up a finger as he moved to the fridge. "It's about celebrating your loved ones, not just the romantic sort." He opened the door and pulled out a lidded tray, the whole thing full of shrimp with a couple of dipping sauces. "So I told Daddy to pick this up for you."

Holly gasped, practically in slow motion as her arms lifted up as she took in a deep breath.

Donatello covered at least one of his ears.

The screech that came out of her mouth shook the paper decorations on the wall. "Shrimp?"

His uncovered ear started ringing, but he couldn't help but laugh as she scrambled toward him, jumping up and down for the tray. He handed it to her. She kept shouting "yes" over and over again as she ran in a few circles and then darted off to her room.

"Holly!" Jase called after her. "Ugh, you're supposed to eat that at the table."

"Relax." Donatello rubbed his shoulders and nudged him toward the table. "Sit down. Do you want anything fancy to drink?"

"Maybe after dinner. And if she makes a mess in her room with that shrimp, you're cleaning it up." Jase plopped down in his chair and turned on the grill. "Barbecue, huh?"

"April suggested it to Holly." Donatello shrugged and got them both a glass of water. "But I know it's one of your favorites, so I figured why not?"

Jase snorted. "You just love it because you can eat more meat than veggies."

"That's normal for me." He put the waters on the table before he sat down. "But yes." He rested his chin on his hand, staring at his husband and all the tacky paper decorations in the background. Jase met his gaze, still appearing tired and frustrated, but Donatello could tell it wasn't serious.

After the brief silence, Jase raised an eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

"Only at the most handsome man in the universe, of course."

Jase shook his head, his cheeks turning just a shade darker. "Save the sappiness for after dinner or I'm not going to be able to eat with all the cavities you're giving me."

Donatello bounced his leg to burn off the giddiness in his chest. "Happy Valentine's Day, Love."

Jase hummed in agreement. "Happy Valentine's. Now is that grill hot enough? I'm starving."

"Glad you have your appetite."

"I didn't eat enough during lunch. Devin kept coming in with questions thanks to the recent wave of investors crawling around and--"

"Daddies?" Holly's voice suddenly came from the other room. It was high pitched, and followed by a sniffle.

Jase leaned back in his chair before shouting back to her. "Yes dear? Are you okay?"

"I threw up." She managed to get out before bursting into sobs.

Jase glanced back at Donatello. There was a brief pause before he said, "She ate the shrimp too fast."

Donatello sighed. "She ate the shrimp too fast."

"Well, what did I say earlier?"

He couldn't help but grumble a bit, but got up from his seat and walked around the table. "Okay, I'll go clean it up. You're lucky it's a holiday and I love you."

"Love you too." Jase caught his hand as he walked past, planting a quick kiss on the back of it. "Bring her to the table when you're done, she should be eating with us anyway."

Donatello agreed, and left the kitchen to see Holly still standing in the hallway, clutching her dress as tears ran down her face.

He towered over her for a second, but still did his best not to look intimidating. "Did you eat the shrimp too fast?"

She sniffed and nodded.

"Alright," he patted her head. "Let's asses the damage, shall we?"

#scribbly fics #rottmnt #jasonnie #tmntvday #jk i'm not gonna barf someone else is #god this is so long #don't give me the task to write domestic shit I'll be here for hours #aight that's it from future donnie's timeline for now #I probably should get proper names for all these to make it less confusing huh ORZ

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