#OH YEAH and uh happy 900 I guess?

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Them theatre kids

#my ârt #fnaf daycare attendant #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf #HOO BOY #you don't realize it but it has been SO LONG SINCE IVE RENDERED THESE FUCKERS #WEEKS I TELL YA #moving into finals only makes it worse I'm going insane over here #it's mostly been kelpie stuff lately #SO. I'm on break now #just wanted a nice simple render of the damn theatre nerds #if you read this far I'm giving you hot apple cider (or cocoa if you prefer) #and I'm hugging you #uuuuuuauauauajauau #OH YEAH and uh happy 900 I guess? #where the fuck are you people coming from slow down please #I don't have anything ready for 1k I'm begging you ;-;

[loveyouanyway]

i'll kiss your scars

buck x eddie | 900 words | teen rating

prompt: trans buck for @steadfastsaturnsrings 🥰 💖

“But y-you like men.” “Yes I do. Particularly the amazing and gorgeous man in front of me.” Buck stumbles across his words, all flustered. “But Eddie, I’m not— like I don’t have a you know.” He glances down there. “That doesn’t make you any less of a man, Buck." or Buck tells Eddie that he's trans and hopes things don’t change between them, but they do—in a good way.

read on ao3 or below :)

Buck, Eddie and Christopher are enjoying their dinner together in comfortable silence.

Christopher finishes his plate of spaghetti and meatballs first and now that he’s not eating, the silence feels weird so he speaks up.

“I’m not the only Christopher in my class anymore.”

Eddie hums. “Oh new student?”

“Nope. His name used to be Chloe but now it’s Christopher.”

Eddie and Buck look to each other in understanding.

“So he’s…”

“Trans. Yeah, it’s not a big deal, Dad. Now people just call me Chris and him Christopher.”

“How did people react?” Buck asks curiously.

“Everyone was cool about it. Some people had questions though so Christopher answered them. Then Mr. Nolan told everyone that he will not tolerate any transphobia or homophobia but he’s happy to tell us more about it. And if we ever have to talk to him about it, we can.”

Buck blinks back tears thinking how happy he is that in school, kids can come out and people will be supportive or at least respectful enough that they won’t say anything negative. He thinks about how bad it would be if he came out in middle school. He’s so glad Christopher has a teacher like Mr. Nolan.

He should probably tell Eddie that he’s trans. It’s been over a year since they’ve been friends. He knows Eddie will be accepting and everything but it’s still difficult. He doesn’t want anything to change between them.

“Buck?” Eddie and nudges his foot with his own under the table.

“You okay?” he asks.

Buck quickly nods. “Yeah no I’m good.”

Eddie thankfully doesn’t push and instead asks what movie they should watch tonight.

—

They watch Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse and Buck suggests they watch the second one next movie night which Christopher enthusiastically agrees to.

Christopher gets ready for bed reluctantly and Buck reads him a chapter of Percy Jackson. Eddie watches them with a sickening fond smile.

Once the chapter’s done, he and Eddie both hug Christopher and tell him “good night” and Buck yearns for him to have this every night.

They walk into the living room and Buck plops onto the couch with a sigh.

Eddie sits down next to Buck and faces him.

“Hey, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” he says earnestly with his stupidly pretty eyes looking him in the eye.

Buck breaks eye contact and nods. “Yeah of course, uh thanks.”

Eddie doesn’t reply as if he’s hoping Buck will say more.

“Just give me a moment.” he adds and to that Eddie hums and rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. Oh god. This isn’t helping his nerves.

Buck takes a deep breath. “I’m trans.”

A second passes.

“Thanks for telling me.” Eddie smiles, trying to act like he didn’t know this but Buck sees past it.

“You already knew. How?”

“I saw your testosterone gel thing in the bathroom once. I guess you forgot to put it away like you usually do,” Eddie answers softly.

“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Of course not, Buck. You don’t owe me anything regarding that.”

“We’ve been best friends for months.”

“Yeah well did I come out to you as cis? No. Besides gender is fucking stupid. Am I even a man?”

Buck sighs. He supposes Eddie has a valid point.

“Uh, while we’re talking about more serious topics, I have something to tell you,” Eddie admits.

Buck doesn’t have enough time to panic before Eddie calmly says “I’m in love with you.”

Is this a fucking dream? Buck doesn’t know what to say. “I- What do you mean?”

Eddie continues, “Yeah that was one of the factors in the whole me discovering my sexuality process. Hen called me out so many times about my gay panic for you.”

“But y-you like men.”

“Yes I do. Particularly the amazing and gorgeous man in front of me.”

Buck stumbles across his words, all flustered. “But Eddie, I’m not— like I don’t have a you know.” He glances down there.

“That doesn’t make you any less of a man, Buck. I know how I feel about you. I love you beyond your body but I mean, I really love your body and I hope I can make you feel safe and comfortable with it.”

Yeah this is a fucking dream come true.

Eddie lifts up the bottom of his shirt. “Can I…”

Buck has no idea what he’s about to do but he’ll let Eddie do anything to him. That probably should be concerning but he doesn’t care.

“Yeah,” he says with a shaky breath.

Eddie gently takes Buck’s shirt (which actually belonged to Eddie originally) and looks at him with such adoration, it makes Buck want to cry.

He lowers his head and brings his lips to Buck’s top surgery scars. He softly kisses along the two lines, whispering “I love you” after each kiss.

Now Buck is crying. He is just so overwhelmed with love—both his love for Eddie and feeling so loved by Eddie. He manages to say, “I love you” back before the tears make unable to speak coherently

Of course Eddie understands and doesn’t tell him “No it’s okay don’t cry,” instead he embraces him into a hug that makes Buck feel all warm and fuzzy — like all hugs from Eddie do.

They stay there, holding each other and Buck realizes things have changed between them but in the best way possible.

#also yeah at first i just put mr nolan and then i was gonna change it but i couldn't come up with anything so i am christopher's teacher 😌 #nolan writes #my fics #buddie fic #911 fic #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #trans buck #buck and eddie #buck x eddie

[gunilslaugh]

Oh oh oh!!! With xdh, who would say 'I love you' first in your relationship?

Thank you so much for taking time to respond/write in response to all these asks. Especially when you probably already have a busy busy schedule

You're welcome. I find it important to respond/write a response to the ask because I don't want my relationship with my readers to feel one-sided. That being said if anyone ever wants to message me don't hesitate. I'd love to talk to you guys. Anyway please enjoy your request!

All members =^•^=

Summary: Who says “I love you” first in your relationship.

WC:~900

Warning:grammar 

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

He does

It just slipped out. You had brought lunch to eat with him while he was at work. Gunil greeted you with a hug.

“Thanks, I love you,” left his mouth casually as he pulled away from the hug and grabbed the food from your hands. He didn’t even really process what he said until he saw your reaction.

“You do?” you questioned him taken slightly aback by his sudden declaration. Gunil now becomes flustered realizing the weight of the words that slipped from his mouth.

“O-Of course I do, but if you’re not ready to say it back that’s ok,” he stammered out.

“I love you too,” you sincerely stated. Gunil couldn’t help, but pull you into another embrace, excitedly rocking you both side to side.

Jungsu

You do, but because you could tell he kept backing out from saying it first.

Jungsu wanted to tell you that he loves you. He’s been trying to for the past couple of weeks, but anytime the opportunity comes he second guesses it. Was it too soon? Would it scare you? 

The two of you were currently taking a late night walk. Jungsu steps paused, bringing you to a stop.

“Y/n…I- uh we should head back now it’s getting late,” once again he backed out, but you had enough.

“Jungsu I love you too,” you proclaimed. Jungus’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s what you’ve been trying to tell me right?” Now you’re the one second guessing.

“Yes, I just didn’t want to scare you,” he admitted.

“You’re not going to, so tell me,” you said.

“I love you y/n,” he announced happily.

“I love you too Jungsu,” you matched his happy tone. The two of you continued walking, swinging your hands as you went.

Gaon/Jiseok

He does.

You bought him a bracelet as a gift just because. Coming across it when you and a friend were shopping at a mall. You thought Jiseok would like it so you bought it. 

“Here,” you said, handing him the small box.

“What is it?” He asked, taking the box from you.

“A gift. I found it when I was shopping with a friend and I thought you would like it, so I bought it,” you explained.  Jiseok swore his heart melted. He opened the box taking a look at the bracelet. You were wrong, he didn't like it. He loved it.

“I love it and I love you. Thank you!” he exclaimed. Your heart filled with joy, not just about him loving the bracelet, but loving you too.

“You’re welcome. I love you too.” you said helping put on the bracelet. 

O.de/Seungmin

He does. 

Neither of you realize that you both said it to each other at first. Seungmin was rushing out of your apartment almost late for work. He left a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Bye, I love you,” he said, rushing towards the door.

“Love you too,” you replied mindlessly from where you sat on the couch. A few moments after the door shut you realize the words you just casually told one another. Seungmin apparently realized it too, because only seconds later you hear the door to your apartment opening again. 

“We just,” Sengmin points between him and you,

“Yeah we did,” you confirmed. Seungmin comes running over to you squeezing you in a hug.

“I love you,” he repeats the words.

“I love you too,” you repeated them as well. “Now go! You’re gonna be late!” You told him.

“Right!” he says and just like that he’s rushing out the door again.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

You do.

Xdinary Heroes' schedule had been extra grueling lately and you could tell that it was starting to take an effect on Hyeongjun.You made him a meal that you know he likes. After eating the two of you laid down in your bed cuddling while a random playlist played from your phone speakers. Hyeongjun’s head was on your chest while you gently stroked your fingers through his hair.

“I love you, you know. You can always come to me whenever you’re feeling stressed,” you tell him.

“You love me?” he questions, lifting his head from your chest to look at you.

“Of course I do. How could I not?” you say, fingers still stroking his hair.

“I love you too,” he returns, resting his head back on your chest.

Jooyeon

You do.

Jooyeon asked you to bake cookies for him. He claims that your baking always tastes the best. You think that he’s exaggerating it, but you enjoy baking and if he enjoys it then that’s all the reason that you need. You finished baking the cookies and put them into a container. Now you just had to wait for when Jooyeon arrived to give them to him.

“Seriously, how do you do it? These are amazing,” Jooyeon said after he took a bite of a cookie.

“Because I make them with my love for you,” you jokingly replied.

“Are you saying you love me?” He returns playfully.

"Yeah I do love you,” you replied nonchalantly, taking a cookie for yourself.

“Of course you do,” he said sassily.

“I take it back. I don’t love you,” you grumbled.

“No, you can’t take it back. I love you too,” he told you, moving to cling to one of your arms.

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[leiawritesstories]

Happy 500 followers!!!

Rowaelin prompt: Rowan and Aelin are neighbors who are VERY competitive over everything. They both think the other hates them (of course) until something semi-bad (nothing angsty, you angst gremlin!!) happens to one of them and all of a sudden the other is being super nice and helping them out.

I cannot wait for all these amazing Leia fics 😍😍😍

Love, goddess-aelin, because tumblr is dumb and I still can’t send messages from a sideblog 😘

thank you so so much @goddess-aelin 💕💕💕 i'll try to keep Frederick away but the endless fluff just makes him meaner, yk 😈

Word count: 900

Warnings: mentions of injury

Enjoyyyyyyy!!!

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Of all the people Aelin Galathynius wanted to witness her stumbling awkwardly up to her front porch and trying to figure out how the hell to balance on crutches and unlock her front door, Rowan Whitethorn was decidedly not one of them.

Her next-door neighbor might be attractive, and she might enjoy ogling watching him work on his front yard when it was hot and he was shirtless, and she might leave her bedroom curtains only half-drawn at night knowing his bedroom faces hers, but she sure as hell did not want him to watch her fail at getting into her own damn house. She just knew he would tease her mercilessly about it and point out that he'd never had such trouble opening his front door.

One more point for him in their never-ending friendly neighborhood competition.

Unfortunately for her, no amount of wishing could have drowned out the unmistakable sound of Rowan's footsteps crunching in the gravel of her front yard landscaping. "Aelin? Do you need a hand?" To her surprise, he sounded...genuine?

"Yeah, if you could not stomp your huge man boots through the gravel that took me about fifty hours to rake into place, that would be great!" She beamed at him.

"Um..." He scratched the back of his neck. "I meant with your door, but if you're being serious, I can just--I mean--"

She'd never seen Rowan so lost for words, so she gave in and laughed. "I was mostly teasing, Whitethorn." She wobbled on her crutches and caught herself, swearing under her breath. "I...yeah," she sighed. "Can you unlock my stupid door so I can get inside and put my stupid foot up?"

"Sure." He took her house key, unlocked the front door, and even held it open for her as she hobbled inside, heading straight for the living room so she could prop her foot up on the ottoman.

"Thanks." She exhaled a relieved sigh as the pressure eased off of her injured foot. "Wait. What are you doing?"

Rowan backed slowly away from the kitchen. "I was just going to see if there was anything in your fridge, but knowing you, it's probably empty."

"Rude!" she gasped, throwing a small pillow at him. He batted it away easily. "My fridge and pantry are perfectly well stocked, thank you."

He smirked. "I wouldn't call wine, cheese, and chocolate well stocked, Galathynius."

"Oh yeah? What about wine, cheese, chocolate, dry goods, cooking ingredients, canned food, fresh produce, and leftovers, because I actually cook?" she challenged. "I dare you to check."

Wearing a knowing smirk, Rowan disappeared into the kitchen, opened and closed a few doors, and emerged with that smirk wiped clean off his face. "You must be a damn good cook if your leftovers smell that good."

Aelin's jaw dropped. "Whitethorn, did I actually die and go to heaven or are you giving me a compliment?"

"Don't get used to it," he sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"How sweet," she crooned. "Wait. Next question. Why the hell are you in my house?"

"You, uh, I had to unlock the door for you and I guess I just followed you inside to make sure you didn't fall over?" The faint stain of pink on his cheeks was far too endearing for Aelin's own good. Oh, she knew what her dreams that night would be featuring, she did.

"Well, I haven't fallen over, so you can head home now." She cleared her throat. "Um...thanks for helping me with the door."

It was Rowan's turn to gasp dramatically. "Am I dreaming, or did Aelin Galathynius actually thank me?"

"Don't get used to it," she griped.

He snickered. "Don't worry, I won't. Before I leave, though, do you want something to eat?"

"Hell yes," she groaned. "Shit, I hadn't thought about that and now I'm stuck on this couch until the painkillers kick in."

"You've got leftovers, I can just heat something up." He shrugged. "What do you want?"

She thought for a moment. "I'm 90% sure there's lasagna in the fridge, can you get me some of that?"

"Sure." He headed into her kitchen and rustled around for several minutes before reappearing with a whole Tupperware of leftover lasagna and a small bowl of salad. "Here you are, milady," he announced.

She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose at the salad. "I said lasagna, Whitethorn, not leaves."

He rolled his eyes right back. "And I thought you'd appreciate having a full meal, Galathynius." With a smug smirk, he added, "Eat it all up and I'll even get you ice cream."

Fork halfway to her mouth, Aelin paused. "That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, Ae." He beamed, the portrait of innocence. "Deal?"

"You suck," she grumbled. "Fine. But you're getting me the entire container of ice cream, got it?"

"Anything for you when you're a good patient," he joked.

The lighthearted sentence suddenly brought a whole new line of fantasies featuring a certain gorgeous neighbor in a doctor's coat to life in Aelin's far-too-active imagination. Cheeks flushing, she tucked into her food, determined not to let Rowan sense the sudden change in her heartbeat.

She knew he'd immediately know where her thoughts had turned. She'd dreamed of what would happen next.

And she knew neither of them could return to their friendly neighborhood rivalry if they gave in to the tension crackling between them.

~~~

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[the-wereraven]

Stray Game Thought-Log Part 2

Playtime: 4 hours

*psyches myself up to fight the Zurks*

*looks at eyes on the walls* Creepy bastards

Okay imma get rid of the zurks in my way, should work...

Okay, button time

Fuck you eyes

RUN CAT RUN

AIYEEEE GO AWAY ALL OF YOU AAAAAA

OPEN THE DOOR OPEN THE DOOR

JUMP JUMP JUMP

I'M THROUGH

I LITERALLY PLAYED FOR LDSS THEN 10 MINITES WHY AM I SHAKING

ADRENALINE PLS

STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG OL' EYES

FUCK YOU EYES

WHAT THE FUCK

MUSIC STOP THAT

WHAT THE FUCK

I DON'T WANNA GO NEAR THAT

GOD DO I HAVE TO DESTROY IT WHAT IS THIS RESIDENT EVIL

UHH LET’S GO I GUESS

FUCK IS THIS A BOSS FIGHT

EW DON'T OPEN

B-12 WHAT THE FUCK

YEAH LET’S GET OUT OF HERE

FUCK IT'S A CHASE SEQUENCE

HOLY SHIT I MADE IT WITHIUT DYING

God B-12 you're not dead are you?

What do I do?

Imma keep pawing you I guess

Oh hey that worked!

What do you mean the Defluxor is destroyed

B-12

THAT WAS OUR ONLY WEAPON

SHIT

Anon said we don't really have to deal with them now so we should be good right?

Right?

*stares down the sewer hall* Yeah fuck that

GASP THE OUTSIDER SYMBOL

Ohh Zurk on a skewer

FRIEND?

Oh I'm needed

B-12 you were what

Holy shit

*gets B-12 lore bombed* :0

Zbaltazar that's an... interesting set up

Aww thanks Zbaltazar :D

B-12 it's okay dude, existential crisis is hard

The robot asked a cat if his poem was too solemn I can't-

Creeture scritch scratch your couch

Okay Isaac

Scritch scratch the carpet

THEY ARE PLAYING MAHJONG!!!!

That's a lot of wins

I want to jump on the mahjong... but... I won't...

I didn't know there are 900 shades of white actually

NO MUMUCH I'M SORRY DON'T BE SAD

Oh you're happy again

Sores the stain on your shawl implies you were sitting there when the paint fell

Can I get back up if I jump in the bucket?

Eh, better not test it

Actually there aren't anymore Zurks... collectibles?

MMMMMMM

Nah

Heloooo? Anyone down there

Oh there's robots down there!

Yeah I'll head down why not

UH

Ohh I got folowr! :D

Who likes flowers?

*knocks a bunch of bottles into the trash pit*

May you like flowers?

Oh I can't give you anything

Alexander?

Aw Alex ):

Maybe Clementine would like flowers

Welp, off I go then

WAIT ZBALTAZAR you want flowers?

No? Okay-

A gardener?

OH I can give the flower to you!

Yellow and purple huh?

Where am I?

Heh, ramenj45

Where am I?

Oh hi again Zbaltazar

SWING

Yes cat sleep

I SEE THE PURPLE FLOWERS

Oh the yellow flowers? But how do I get there?

Am I close?

No-

I'm trying Malo

Where am I?

Not here-

Oh! Got it!

A badge for me! :D

What is this dark tunnel to nowhere

Oh a tunnel to Midtown

A train station?

*walking through the station* Coyotes tip toe in the snow after dark...

Ew so much thrash

Sir?

Hmm

Huh? A police drone?

*translates wanted poster* Uh oh...

Cassette tape...

AH sorry :(

Uhh no thanks I don't want to get in trouble with the police right now

SIR EXCUSE ME? I AM A CAT YOU SHOULD FEEL GRATEFUL THAT I RUBBED AGAINST YOU

Unbelievable

Hi dudes!

See they like me! You Sentinels are stupid

*checks picture address* Uhh

Should be here, but it's blocked?

Hmm

Oh I can hop in

CLEMENTINE WAIT-

Hey! A small recruit is still a recruit

Oh boy an infiltration quest

Ohh what a cozy place up hare

Bomber jacket and gold chain... the fashion robot?

Nope

*sees that I can steal a jacket* Oh... Do I wanna...?

Bomber jacket gold chain...

Oh there's a bar!

Sire your face is upside down

Oh that's why-

Aw the bartender is nice :D

*accidentally knocks down a bowl* AHH I'M SORRY

Uh moving on

Oh wow you're wasted, how do I wake you?

*about to push down a whole box of bottles onto them* :)

Steal worker hat?

...will my actions have consequences?

God where is this dude? Must I steal to get to him?

Okay, I'll get those cams

Haha, suckers

Yeah dance funky robot! :D

Oohh loud music huh?

Hmm :)

Wow that is loud

GET THE JACKET AND GO BEFORE HE SEES US

Okay hat time

*steals hat* Okay now what?

Yes I wanna be a cat worker

WAIT IT'S YOU!!

Your name is Blazer?? Really??

Goddammit you were hiding behind a newspaper

Already got your stuff bud :3

Is it okay for me jump out?

Uh oh, stealth mission

How did I not get caught I was in the light? I think?

Where to go from here...?

*running* HE HE HE

*gets caught in the light* SHIIIIT JUST GO JUST GO

*hides in a box* ...? Yes, got away with it

Oohh puzzles

Bucket ride!

More stealth? You're on!

Puzzle

Nightclub huh?

Go in from the back?

Oh hi! Thanks for letting me in

*spends 5 minutes figuring out what to do*

Good relationship with the Sentinels?

BLAZER YOU FUCKER

WHAT DID YOU DO?!

BITCH??

WHERE THE FUCK

I'M A CAT HOW DARE YOU IMPRISON ME

Son of a bitch

What the fuck are they doing in this place?

Oh god there are dead people here

CLEMENTINE

Shit I can't understand you now

Oh the key, yes

Come on Clementine let's go

B-12!! CLEMENTINE MY FRIEND

Sneak sneak sneak *gets caught*

Sneak sneak sneak *almost gets caught*

B-12! :D

Oh boy...

Sneak sneak sneak *traps a bunch of drones*

BOOKIN IT BOOKIN IT

WEEE

Wait, CLEMENTINE??

NOOO CLEMENTINE

I'LL DO THIS FOR YOU CLEMENTINE

*stands in the train contemplating life*

Hello?

Oh man you guys are... robotic :|

B-12 you're technically not a human so...

Hehe scritch scratch the wires

Turn on the system?? You realize I'm a cat?

OHH *walks on keyboards*

Hmm, alrighty

Scritch scratch the wires hehe

Intruder alert? Uhhh crap-

B-12?

B-12?!

NOOO

NO WAIT B-12

):

I actually cried a bit yeah

At least everyone else is okay but... B-12 ):

DAMN IT WHERE'S MY FAMILY

#stray #stray game #stray spoilers #wereraven's stray thoughts

[werewolf-femboy-maid]

feb 19 2024

yo ok ok so

yeah the world is very evil, but I remembered today why im still here. yeah, food is a huge part of it, I live to eat.

I also live to talk to people. I fucking love talking to random strangers man it's so great. and old friends, that's fucking lit too. I helped this lady who was door dashing to somewhere in my campus and we was chatting about life and school and how fucking wild modern relationships are and how lucky I am to have a fluffy farmer that is nice to me.

I helped her to the office where the doordash was and I bumped into someone who helped me in previous semesters with money payment stuff and it was fun chatting to her and her coworker about school and I got an award AND THEN my bfs moms coworker was there too lmfoaooooo but yeah it was fun flexin my little folder project in the awards booklet :} it was good to catch up

and then i walked all the way to a za shop and back for gummi because I deserved it after such a horrible morning and I felt good after the walk and as I went to the bathroom to sit at my desk, I BUMPED INTO MY CHEMISTRY PROFESSOR THAT RECOMMENDED ME TO LOOK INTO OTHER MAJORS and we had a WHOLE ASS TALK ABOUT IT

professor was a real one man I sucked at chemistry but it was interesting when he told the story of the little uh.. atoms n shi

I was saying I think chemistry is fascinating even if its not my thing and he brought up how we need people to draw the atoms with a 3d perception on a 2d surface.

we was talking about how everybody finds their place, and I told him I was happy he was a part of my journey, and he was glad he could help. and we shook hands and I went to the bathroom to piss hard af like the motherfucking g I am.

fuck I felt so fucking drippy man I looked in the mirror and finally liked what I saw. I don't think im necessarily super ugly but I do think im unlikable if im not doing good :")

perhaps that is so, but that is a conversation for another essay...

I got over 900 people to turn in their guns because I was suicidal and drew on a shirt because my school was doing an awareness thing and I put the 988 nice n big on there too and I had an eyeball crying and the tear dripped down into the flower coming out of the ground.

and yeah the sister showed like 20 religious leaders and that's how my shirt reached all those people.

wild shit man.

it is so easy to be angry, to want to throw it all away, to hate it all.

it is so so easy and desirable to let go completely and just do fuck all. idk its just like that. the demons man the demons. don't do this to your kids. please check in and look for subltle hints your kids do or don't trust you and please act accordingly in a way that isn't abusive.

somethings not right if your kid don't trust you I m just saying, they're not gonna call you if something is wrong.

people hurting so much. and all we seem to know is hurt more.

but as much as hatred is possible, so is love, and I have so much trouble with that.

how can those two opposites exist at the same time.. im either lovable or unlovable, what do you mean I can have flaws and still should love myself???

but I know what it means, I guess im just in denial too much. my bf smells it he knows im always hiding.

hit it ski

oh shit oh shit this ones playing I gotta let y'all in on this one cmere

#bpd #borderline personality disorder #my new personality yayaayy #really its just another name for a trauma response #it still ouchies whatever its called :") #ski mask #ski mask the slump god #nuketown #handsome squidward #healing #ji suk jin #지석진 #JYP #the house you live in #love yall #have a safe good day #eat vegetable #draw a flower #blow bubbles #it me #the baby bird #karamatsu #karamatsu matsuno #pico #picos school #gifs #chill #vibe #suite #Youtube

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hey wendy, i saw your general request box is open and was wondering if you could write something inspired by this.... *I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT LIKE ISTG GOJO OR CHOSO WILL BE SO DRAMATIC IF TE READER DOES THAT TO THEM ♥️😭 but any jjk men will do

Thank u in advance , love yeah, oh and happy 900 followers :)

OH LORDT!

How JJK Men React to You Trying to Pull Your Hand Away: Gojo Satoru/Choso Kamo/ Yuji Itadori / Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader

wc: 511

tw: none

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Gojo Satoru

Why would you even--

Okay, you tried to pull your hand away. Gojo is the kind of person to grab your hand again, and won't let go because "you're his" and he doesn't let his things go.

There's not even a discussion about it. He just grabs your hand again. And he never lets go.

"Gojo, I need to pee." Gojo holds your hand as you stand in the bathroom, staring at his face.

"You got this," he offers, giving you a thumbs up with his other hand.

"I need you to let go of my hand."

"Not happening."

Choso Kamo

"Y/n, is something wrong?"

You look up at your partner, frowning. "Uh, no, I just had to grab my phone. Are you okay?"

"It's just..." Choso starts, looking down. "You let go of my hand. Did I do something to hurt your feelings?"

You immediately grab his hand again, because Choso looks so sad and forlorn, and you hate it when he gets that "I'mma cry if you don't love me" look.

When you grab his hand again, he brightens up immediately. Cheap thrills, you guess.

Yuji Itadori

The minute you let go of his hand, Yuji would literally disappear.

As in, he's three mentally, and you will lose him in a crowd if you let him go.

"Yuji!" The crowd of mall-goers mill around you as you push past them, hoping to find your pink-haired boyfriend among them. "Yuji?"

You spot him standing in front of a sign, his eyes glued to the image of Jennifer Lawerence. "Y/n, look!" He points to the image excitedly, and you grab his hand, pulling him away from the movie poster and toward the exit.

"Do I need to bring the backpack with the leash next time?" you grumble, and Yuji stiffens.

Not the backpack with the leash!

Ryomen Sukuna

You won't have a hand if you let go of Sukuna's.

Matter of fact, he won't even hold your hand. Why would you even think the King of Curses would want to hold your hand at all?

But if you do somehow manage to hold his hand (which will most likely be when he's asleep), don't even think about twitching a finger. Because then he'll just cut it off.

BONUS:

Kiyotaka Ijichi

Let's face it: Ichiji would definitely cry the minute you let go of his hand.

No matter how hard he tries to pretend he's got it all together, this man is easily swayed by the slightest perception of your annoyance.

"D-did I do something to offend you?" Ichiji asks, hands shaking as he takes off his glasses.

"No," you murmur, rummaging around in your purse. "I can't find my chapstick."

Ichiji lets out the loudest sigh, a sign of his relief.

"I thought you were mad at me for a second." When you spot the chapstick in his cup holder, you look back up at him and his glossy lips. *ting*

"I'm about to be," you grunt, snatching the beeswax stick up and opening the cap. All gone. "ICHIJI!"

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna x reader #gojo satoru x reader #choso kamo x reader #ichiji kiyotaka #yuji itadori x reader

[anystalker707]

Come back

Pairing: Frank x [enby, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 900 Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst Summary: (Y/n) starts to notice Frank is distancing himself from them and finds out it's because of a crush, which leads to spicier things. Kind of content: Loving / Gentle / First time / Riding / Oral

Requested by @angie-migel

Frank mumbled something under his breath as he shifted around and I was about to ask him what was it when he was reaching for the cookie bowl from the nightstand and went back to watching the movie playing on the TV. He sighed softly, back pressed to my chest and head against my shoulder whilst nibbling down on a cookie and watching him just made my heart flutter. I pressed a kiss to his head, running a hand through his hair. I would have just given him a lot of kisses right then if I wasn’t so afraid of losing our friendship over a crush.

And I believe it’s the last time we actually have a moment like this, at least so far. I don’t understand what happened or if I did something wrong because each time I invite him to my house, he either comes up with some excuse or never answers it.

Maybe I made him uncomfortable with some sort of comment or due to something I did?

Watching Frank from the distance during the lectures is hard, though maybe not harder than seeing him walk in and rarely smile as a greeting and still choose the seat across the room. Of course I won’t force him to talk with me since I have no idea of what he’s going through, but it still fucking hurts because he started to distance himself right when I began to fall more for him.

We still sit together during lunch, at least, though it’s much more silent than normally. Too much space for thoughts and the sound of people eating and chatting sounds so loud. I can’t with this.

“You coming over today?” I break the silence, breathing in relief.

Frank pauses and looks at me for a moment before he hums. “Uh, well, I guess it’d be nice! We can continue writing the song.”

“Yeah.” I nod, surprised. “That’d be perfect!” And showing how happy I am with this feels wrong, like Frank is going to give up and come up with another excuse if I smile a bit too much. This shouldn’t be like this, honestly.

I don’t know whether he senses my nervousness or not, but he presses his lips together in a not so genuine smile before going back to eating.

For the first time in a while, walking with Frank is… awkward, I guess. I can’t really find a word to describe this weird feeling crawling in my chest while we walk side by side on our way to my house after the last lecture – not hand in hand, not joking with each other, not talking the whole time, only throwing sparse comments and chuckles.

The awkwardness, thankfully, only lasts until we are arriving at home. He sighs softly, following me around as I go grab us some food until I tell him to go choose a game.

“Oh, fuck you,” I groan as I walk into the living room and set everything on the coffee table. “You only chose this one because you know I’m bad at it.” He chuckles despite the glare I send his way, only looking at me with this fake innocence when I sit down next to him.

“Of course not, why’d you think that?” His bottom lip sticks out in a pout.

I roll my eyes, scoffing. “Of course not, why’d I think that?”

Frank hits my shoulder playfully and I chuckle. “Alright, drop that attitude! Let’s go play!” He takes one of the controllers in hands; I observe him for a moment then grab the other.

Playing games turns into playing instruments and finishing to write our song actually hits differently. I can feel the depressive mood weighing down on my chest once again, more and more each time I press down one of the piano keys in the corner of the room and sing the lyrics, without much feeling as I’d usually put into it. Maybe I’m overthinking, maybe I’m not, but his guitar notes also sound different and I don’t think the song was supposed to be this melancholic.

Despite everything, we still reach a nice result that pleases both of us.

I glance back over my shoulder, still not having turned around on the stool, and catch a glimpse of Frank zipping up the guitar’s case – the guitar he always leaves here because he’s over way too often and bringing it over every single time wouldn’t be convenient.

The feeling that once weighed down on my chest now pushes its way up my throat and even breathing is difficult with it there, the words struggling to get out. “Frankie, do… do you not want to be friends anymore?” And, for a second, it is like I’ve lost control over my body.

“What?” Frank asks immediately, probably stopping whatever he was doing. “Where the fuck did you even get that from?” He doesn’t sound mad.

“I just feel like you’re distancing yourself,” I sigh. Hiding it now is useless and I can’t carry on with it that way anymore. I love him too much and love myself way more to allow myself to suffer quietly whilst watching him drift away.

No answer comes and I knew it was always intentional, but having a confirmation of it still makes my heart tighten in my chest. I try not to sound so desperate once feeling the panic bubbling up in my stomach and let out an exhale as slowly as I’m able to, burying my face in my hands. A pressure forms itself around my eyes. Damn, I’m so stupid, I’m even fucking tearing up.

Suddenly, arms are thrown around my torso and Frank’s hugging me from behind.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, (y/n)!” he groans, cheek pressed to my shoulder. “Look, yeah, I’ve been distancing myself, I’m not going to lie! But I don’t hate you or anything!”

He doesn’t? I slowly turn around to face Frank, swallowing thickly at seeing his face. His reaction.

“Sorry,” he breathes, hands placed on my shoulders. “I always knew you were somewhat of an overthinker, and fuck, I still made you feel like this. It’s just that I love you! For a while now! And I was afraid that I’d get too attached, get my hopes too high and then–”

I stand up and hug him tightly, feeling as if all the tension and anxiety was mostly pulled off my back at once. “No, c’mon, I love you too! That’s why I got so worried about you and all because I couldn’t fucking lose you or handle you not liking me back. I mean, I needed to at least clear things out.”

Frank hums in response, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he hugs me again, just as tightly. “Fuck, I love you so much,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “Can we…” He never completes it.

I pull away lightly, raising an eyebrow at him. “Can we what?”

His cheeks burn red and he averts his look away from me a couple of times, shrugging. I nudge him a little, pressing a kiss to his cheek in a hope he’ll say it and it seems to work as he loosens his grip around me a little. “Can we, um, do it?” He bites down on his bottom lip and looks at me with a twitching smile.

It? What does he– Oh.

“Of course, yeah!” I nod, smiling a bit. “I trust you.”

Frank’s eyes light up a bit and then he’s smiling, genuinely this time. “Can I kiss you?” And he’s flustered.

“Yeah!” I chuckle helplessly and cup his face so I can press my lips to his – he kisses back gently, both of us a bit hesitant, though not for long. Having his lips against mine after spending so long wanting it is just… fuck, are there even words to describe it? I run my thumbs across his cheeks, appreciating the quiet hum I receive in response.

Things are soon enough taken to my bedroom, where we’re pressing our lips together once again and it’s all more urgent, with a newfound feeling joining us this time. The kiss is interrupted for short, only so we can climb on the bed and he’s kissing me again, though it does feel different at some point. I pause lightly, placing a hand on his shoulder and searching for what’d potentially have gone wrong.

“What?” Frank furrows his eyebrows, looking down for a moment. He’s shaking.

“Are you okay, Frankie?” I caress his cheek again. “We can stop, I won’t get mad or anything.”

His eyes widen lightly and he’s blushing again. “I, um, I’m just nervous, y’know? I’m scared of hurting you and I’ve kind of, uh,” he exhales, looking away, “never done this before…”

“Oh!” I smile a bit. “It’s okay. Me too, actually,” I chuckle, feeling my cheeks grow warm. “But I’ve read things on it… Maybe I can lead the way, I guess?” Fuck, pathetic, isn’t it? Maybe he doesn’t like it and–

“Yeah, alright,” Frank mumbles with a nod.

“Right.” I peck his lips. “Sit against the headboard for me, okay?”

Frank nods and moves off me to go do as said, sitting with his back against the headboard, still not completely calm, but we’re going to get there.

I press a kiss to his lips whilst giving his shirt a little tug, only proceeding to remove it after he gives me a little nod and we pull away briefly to discard it, though it’s not easy to carry on kissing with gasps escaping his lips with every little touch of my hand against his crotch, so I start to press kisses to his neck instead.

He moans softly, hands on my shoulders while I start to undo his jeans.

“Wait,” Frank interrupts me. His Addam’s apple bobs up and down with a thick swallow. “Can you, um, get your shirt off too?” He trails his hand down my side, stopping on the rim.

“Sure!” I peck his lips and also get rid of it then do the same to my pants, apparently encouraging him to do the same since we’re quickly left in our underwear – that is until I get rid of his boxers and move to kneel between his spread legs. “You can stop me whenever, okay?” I wrap a hand around his cock, making him tense up lightly, nodding. “Don’t hesitate.”

Frank clearly tries to keep himself quiet, with all of the breaths hitching in his throat, but he isn’t able to do it for longer once I am wrapping my lips around him, trying to relax my throat the best possible to take him in, which I’m not able to do completely and am limited to use my hand that isn’t holding onto his hip to help. This is yet another thing I have never done this before, but my doubts on whether I’m doing it right or not fade away at hearing the moans starting to come from Frank whilst his knuckles are white around the sheets, by his sides.

I try my best to not let my teeth touch him as I move my head up and down, humming softly around him; Frank whines. Oh, damn. Just hearing it is so hot.

I let go off his hip to reach into my underwear to touch myself – it usually feels good, but it’s somehow even better now. Keeping my attention on touching both of us at once is hard, though manageable, mostly if you consider how my moans around Frank seem to feel incredibly good to him.

“Fuck,” I breathe after pulling away, moaning softly at pushing a finger inside myself and lick around the head of Frank’s cock, which has a new salty and bitter taste.

“(Y/n),” he whines softly, squirming.

My lips stretch around him again, though I continue to mostly give the head attention and let my hand work along the rest of it because it seems like the best for both of us right now. I slip in a second finger and they honestly don’t reach in that deep, but it’s already something.

Once my thumb starts working on a spot under the tip and I’m licking up and down the side of his cock, Frank gasps, and places a hand on my shoulder. “Fuck– Please, please, please, stop or else I’ll– I’ll cum,” he says, voice tight in his chest, practically whining again.

I press a kiss to Frank’s thigh before I can pull myself up and sigh softly as I look at him. “Good?”

“Fantastic!” he cries out; I can’t help but to chuckle, proudly.

“Now,” I mumble, moving to reach in the first drawer of the bed. Frank looks at me weirdly when I’m coming back with a condom. “What?” I raise an eyebrow. “‘Gotta be read for anything.”

Frank smiles lightly and rolls his eyes, taking the condom to slip it on while I finally get rid of my underwear and can feel my cheeks burning under his gaze. “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking away as if putting the condom’s wrapper away was the most interesting thing.

“Don’t worry.” I quickly climb on the bed again, straddling his thighs now, and peck his lips.

“Do you, um,” he stutters, placing his hands on my hips, “do you need–”

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” I place my hands on his shoulders to move closer. “Are you alright? Ready?”

“Yeah!” He nods, eyeing me from under his eyelashes.

“I love you,” I whisper, our lips just inches away from each other.

Frank cracks the most stupid grin, sighing softly. “And I love you,” he says back. We look at each other for a moment and the way he looks at me like I’m something worth it makes my heart flutter. I sigh softly and pull him for a kiss, probably the deepest so far.

Reaching down, I take a hold of Frank and position him before I’m sinking down and, despite the moans, we do our best to continue with the kiss. I hum against his lips, high pitched, at the nice burning feeling of stretching around him, around something other than my own fingers or a toy. It’s not a completely unfamiliar feeling, but still feels completely different from what I’m used to.

We’re only pulling away for air, panting against each other’s lips, which’s soon replaced with moaning as I start to move my hips, with a slow and unsteady pace that slowly grows constant once I’m wrapping my arms around Frank’s shoulders.

“(Y/n),” he mumbles softly with a whine and fuck, I thought I’d never hear that.

Frank starts to press kisses down my jaw until he’s reaching my neck and just the feeling of soft kisses being pressed around is awesome, so I can’t help but to let out a louder moan at the feeling of his teeth sink into the skin as his arms wrap around my waist to hold me closer. I wrap an arm around his head to hold him there, groaning.

Feeling him like this is so good and I don’t mean sexually, but having him close because now I notice how much I missed him during all this time he was away.

A gasp escapes my lips at the pleasure being sent ringing right up my spine with a particular angle, so I lean back lightly, still pulling Frank with me – he moans into my neck, sending the vibrations through the skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frank curses repeately and his hands are just everywhere, hence I can’t help but to wonder if he also likes the closeness and the touches because as much as he’s running his hands over my thighs, ass, hips and waist, the touches are also fucking loving as if there was a hint of adoration.

Frank’s arm is back around my waist as one of his hands slip between us and I just catch on what he’s doing once feeling his thumb against my clit, and moaning so loudly would be embarrassing if I wasn’t more interested in the feeling causing it.

My thighs start to quiver and damn, touching myself is good, but having anyone else do it hits completely different. I move my hips faster and almost helplessly. The only comfort for the sharp pain already tugging on the muscles on the back of my thighs is feeling my release approaching in the distance. I exhale shakily, tangling my fingers with Frank’s hair.

“Frank,” I breathe, pausing with a moan, “Frankie, I’m gonna– Fuck– Gonna cum–”

“Same,” he whines and it’s just so amusing because I never thought he’d be that whiny – or whiny at all – but I’m not disappointed, in absolutely any way.

Frank’s grip tightens around me at the same time I hold him closer, feeling my fingers sinking into his skin and I’m coming, gasping and giving up to the pleasure running up my spine and right back down. It triggers the same to happen to Frank, probably – his finger steadies on my clit at the same time he tenses up.

We start panting almost at the same time, relaxing against each other.

I sit on Frank’s thighs now, both of us having our breaths caught in our throats at the feeling of him slipping out, and I rest my head against his neck as I still try to recompose myself, pressing a few kisses to his neck.

“We should,” I breathe, “we should take a bath, what do you think?” I nuzzle him softly.

He takes a few seconds to answer. “Perfect. And then we can cuddle?” he offers.

“Of course!” I press a kiss to his cheek.

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #imagine #oneshot #mcr #x reader #fanfic #fan fiction #sm*t #fluff #my chemical romance #bandom #writing

[ambertea]

fatherhood

Tentoo prepares himself for the birth of his child by trying to become the perfect dad.

It was strange, being a human.

It wasn't just that he had to watch his sugar intake now, or that his hair was receding at a worrying pace. It wasn't even the extraordinary amounts of drinking and eating he had to do, the peculiarity of human existence that forced him to constantly shovel things in his mouth.

(Read on AO3)

It was a culture shock, more than anything else. He had lived among humans for years, shared hundreds of years of his life living with their habits. But it was different, somehow. It was as though he was living abroad, rather than simply taking a holiday, and he often found himself struggling to untangle their bizarre social norms.

“Are you listening to me?”

He looked up, his eyes darting around the room. He had been engrossed in the newspaper, ticking off inaccuracies or improbabilities, and drawing tiny TARDISes in each white square of the crossword puzzle.

“Yes.”

Rose looked doubtful. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.”

“So, what do you think?”

He hurriedly scanned the room, looking for something to have an opinion on. The walls were the same colour. The curtains, too. Even the windows looked just the same as yesterday.

“Good.” He nodded forcefully. “Good. Very good.”

“Great.” She grinned, and he relaxed.

She threw herself on the sofa next to him and stroked his shoulder.

“So, when should we start trying?”

He kissed her forehead, trying to gain some precious thinking seconds.

“Uh. Tomorrow?”

She held her head in his lap, gazing up at him with some strange human emotion.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.”

Oh.

He wanted to have a child. He really did. He loved kids, enjoyed their brutal honesty and vivid imaginations. He had had children before, of course he had, and although he didn't spend an awful lot of time thinking about it, he still thought of himself as a Dad.

The responsibility of being the father of Rose’s child, though, was something else.

Everything about her was perfect. She had a beautiful face and an equally magnificent soul. Hell, she had literally been a Goddess at one point. What if his silly genes were more dominant than hers, and rather than the wonderful baby that she deserved, she ended up with a child just like him?

The only solution, really, was to just become the perfect dad. So far, Netflix had told him it included a lot of DIY, and sometimes crossing his arms.  He could do that. His last body had been a wonderful mechanic, and he was sure he’d folded his arms at some point in 900 years.

The drill looked a bit scary. He would have felt better using his sonic screwdriver, but it wouldn’t have looked nearly as cool. Rose was watching him, looking concerned.

“Do you have to hold it in your mouth?”

He tried to talk, and spat the drill out, exasperated.

“Yes! I need to be holding your hand too. The baby needs to feel how good of a dad I am.”

She squeezed his arm and leant into his body.

“I’m sure they’ll know either way.”

He doubted it. Probably, they would be watching perfect Simon next door, with his massive toolbox and fancy shed, wishing that their dad could be equally handy.

“What are you drilling, then?” She asked, and he looked around the garden in panic.

He hadn't thought about that bit yet. He'd been flabbergasted by the sheer amount of attachments, and then annoyed over the stupid power chord that needed at least 3 extension leads to go anywhere useful. He'd had a vague image of himself drilling a bit of wood, and Rose clapping at his brilliance. But there wasn't any wood out here, the garden empty but for a few gnomes.

One looked up at him judgmentally, and he made a mental note to kick it when Rose wasn’t around.

“Uh – I thought I would practise, for now.”

“What, like just…turn it on?”

“Yep,” he said frantically. “A test run. See how, um, spinny it is.”

Rose dropped his hand, and he turned to her, offended. She was clutching her stomach, her eyes lit with – was that fear? Happiness?

“Rose? Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly, a small, gentle smile growing. Retaking his hand, she pressed it against her stomach, and he felt his single heart jump when he felt it.

“They’re kicking,” he whispered, dropping to his knees and pressing his ear against her stomach. The baby kicked him straight in the head, and he stared in wonder.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

Okay, so maybe the drilling thing had failed. It was no wonder, really, he was a highly intelligent part-time lord, who couldn’t be wasting his time standing around all day just pointing hand tools at walls. His baby was unlikely to be properly impressed with that, anyway, being of superior intellect themselves.

Perhaps he needed to talk to an expert. An actual parent, one that had managed to raise an impressive child.

He thought about Jackie for a second and instantly squashed the thought.

Pete wasn’t laughing at him, exactly, but he certainly had a strange little glint in his eye that the Doctor didn’t appreciate.

“You want me to teach you how to…parent?”

The Doctor groaned. This had been a stupid idea. He turned to go, but Pete quickly grabbed his shoulder.

“Sorry. I was a mess when Jacks was pregnant, so I guess this is no different.”

“It is different!” The Doctor said, offended. “It’s Rose.”

“So just be there for her. Help her with things. I’m sure the baby would…respect that.”

The Doctor stared, wide-eyed. Pete was right. The baby was going to love Rose, just like everyone else who met her, and if he could be seen helping her…

“Thanks, Pete, bye.” He yelled, legging it out of the room.

“What are you doing?”

He frowned, offended, and the wooden spoon rolled off his tongue and onto the floor. Rose eyed it, eyebrow raised.

“How are you doing today, my darling?”

“When did you start calling me that?”

“I can call you something else!” He offered desperately. “Sweetie? Sugar? Love? Babe?”

“Do not call me babe.”

“Honeybunny?”

She was looking at him as if she was slightly concerned for his health.

“I’m making dinner.” He said quickly, gesturing to the wok. She walked over, suddenly interested, and peered down with a look that he couldn't decipher.

“Malteasers?” She asked faintly. He nodded.

“And bananas. And tea, too, for the sauce. All your favourites!”

She kept her face down, shoulders shaking. Probably, he thought, stunned in the face of his great generosity.

“Thank you, Doctor.” She finally choked out between gasps, patting him fondly on the shoulder. He puffed out his chest and went to go sort out the crockery.

“I think we should start buying things.” Rose said one day. Her legs were draped over his lap, his hands massaging her feet.

He looked at her in shock. He hadn’t even thought about all the things the baby would need, being more focused on Rose and her ever-changing moods. They were going to need so much stuff, and it was all going to have to be perfect, as well, lest the baby grew unhappy with its drab surroundings.

He knocked her feet off his lap and set off into a run.

“Why,” Rose asked, her hands on her hips, her stomach peeking out under her bottom, “do we need five cribs?”

“The baby needs options!” He insisted, gesturing at the cradles circling the room. They were all in different shades of white, with tiny little mobiles hovering over them. He had made the mobiles himself, fashioning tiny little Earth, Gallifrey and TARDIS charms to hang over the crib.

He frowned, wondering if he’d done something wrong. Maybe he should have gotten some different colours—he knew humans' fixation on pinks and blues for their offspring. Perhaps he should have picked up a few more.

“You don't think the baby will like them?” He asked, feeling a bit crushed.

Rose smiled, and hugged him, her round bump pushing into his belly.

“They’ll love them.”

Rose was in labour, and he was having a heart attack.

He didn’t like only having one heart on a good day. As a Time Lord, he’d loved Rose, but he’d also loved space, and the TARDIS, and pretty much any fascinating person he met. Now having only one, it felt like his whole body was focused on just her – everything else seemed so less important, less crucial for his day-to-day survival.

What if one heart wasn't enough? What if he couldn’t love their baby properly? What if the child grew to be unloved and unloving, unable to feel the wonderfully wide spectrum of human emotion, all because he had one, stupid heart and it was already used up.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Doctor,” Rose moaned, and he hurried over to clutch at her hand.

Rose was holding her baby.

No—his baby. No, theirs.

She looked up at him, her face pink and drenched in sweat, a soft, beautiful smile stretched across her face.

“Do you want to hold her?” She whispered, rocking the pile of blankets gently, and he nodded, dumbstruck.

Carefully, the baby--his baby!-- was settled into his arms, and he gazed at her, tears trickling down his face.

“Hello,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. Her tiny, pudgy little arm stretched out to him, reaching out towards his face, and his singular heart stretched and grew.

"She's perfect." He told Rose, who nodded, looking at him with yet another expression he couldn't untangle.

He looked back down at his daughter and ran his finger over her cheek, marvelling over how soft, how precious she was.

"I'm going to look after you," he choked out. "I'm going to be the best dad on Earth. You'll see."

The baby looked up at him, eyes filled with trust, and he thought that maybe, if he tried really, really, hard, he might just be able to do it.

#my family are in town and i have 0 time so please forgive any editing errors! #tentoo is a baby who must be protected at all costs #fics

[notveryglittery]

misc royality #2

summary: it’s basically the sleepover drive thru video lol wc: 900 / ship: royality! duh!! author’s note: i reblogged this post in october of 2018 and wrote like 200 words back then and never got back to it but i’m on a writing kick so here’s this? hope you enjoy!! 

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This was ridiculous in about every sense of the word but Roman really couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. Logan called him ridiculous all the time so he might as well live up to it, right? Mostly, Roman just hoped he didn’t look stupid and raise any eyebrows for going into the same fast food drive through twice in one day. It had, at the very least, been quite a few hours now since he was here last. He just couldn’t get the employee out of his head. Roman tapped his fingers along to the beat of the song playing from the speakers, admiring how the glitter in his red polish caught the sunlight. He laughed under his breath and rolled his eyes. One compliment and he was smitten… Truly ridiculous.

The car in front of him pulled forward and Roman did the same, glad that no one had arrived behind him just yet. He turned the music off and leaned slightly out of the window, to make sure the conversation could go as smoothly as possible.

“Hi, welcome to Taco Bell! What would you like today?”

Roman was quite sure he recognized the voice.

“Uh, were you working earlier by chance?”

“Yes…” A pause. “I was?” It sounded hesitant and Roman hurried to continue, not wanting to come across as a complete weirdo.

“You were— Okay, I came by and I ordered a beefy five layer burrito with no sour cream and I think you complimented my nail polish and I just wanted to know if you wanted to have a sleepover tonight?” Had he said it too fast? Would the employee even remember him?

“A… a what?”

“A sleepover!” Roman repeated, enthusiasm coloring his tone and overriding his nerves.

“A sleepover?” They sounded confused but excited.

Roman tried to reign his hopes in before they could get too high. “Yeah!”

“Really?!”

“Yeah!” Roman said again.

“When?”

“Tonight,” Roman suggested, finally giving in and letting his hands happy flap against the steering wheel. This was going so much better than he thought it would!

“Can you come up to the window?” The employee asked with laughter in their voice.

“Yeah!” Roman said once more, higher pitched suddenly in his joy.

With still no car behind him in the drive-thru, Roman pulled up to the second window with confidence thrumming through his veins. He felt sort of bad for not actually ordering any food this time but he could always get a Baja Blast or something if necessary. He shifted gears into park, just in case the conversation took longer than his foot cared to be pressed on the gas pedal. He leant out his window again, chin propped up on his hand, and put on an effortlessly charming smile while he waited.

Soon enough, the drive thru window slid open, and there the employee was. Roman could see now the name tag read Patton and specified he/they underneath in smaller print. Roman hoped it was okay to assume the blue bracelet Patton was wearing, though, was a clue that today was a he/him day.

“Hi,” Patton said, giggling a little.

“Hi,” Roman echoed, wishing science had made it possible to bottle sounds so that he could hear that laugh for the rest of his life. “I’m Roman. Sorry if this is weird?”

Patton shook his head. “I’ve had weirder, trust me.”

Roman could only guess what that meant and for a moment, righteous anger on Patton’s behalf flooded through him. However, Patton smiled and anything bad in the world melted away.

“Were you serious about the sleepover?” He asked, seeming shy about it.

“Absolutely!” Roman exclaimed. He flashed his hand, letting his nails catch the light. “You’re never too old for makeovers and romcoms and gossip!”

“Wine and baked goods too, right?” Patton offered, from shy to sly in a moment.

Roman swooned.

“I clock out in two hours. Would it be okay to meet at the Starbucks across the street?”

Roman nodded fervently. “Of course! We can stay there awhile too, if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not sure that you could,” Patton reassured sweetly.

Roman had flirted and been flirted with a lot in his time but this? This was going to kill him.

“Will you get in trouble if I don’t buy something?”

Patton waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about it! At least you aren’t asking for a refund.”

“Okay…” Roman hesitated, loath to end the interaction. “I’ll… see you in two hours, then?”

“I’m looking forward to it!” Patton promised before glancing behind Roman’s car. A customer had arrived during their chat. “Oh. Back to it then. Have a nice day, Roman!”

Patton waved him goodbye and Roman really had do his best to focus on actually driving safely back out onto the road. The Starbucks date will go swimmingly, bonding over sugary drinks and cake pops; they’ll swing by the grocery store next to buy wine and pastries, Roman laughing over every one of Patton’s food-related puns; the sleepover itself is more fun than either has had in a good while. It’s a lovely start to their friendship and a solid road to possibly more. Until then, Roman will sing along loudly and happily to his music on his way home, looking forward to the future.

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[hopesbarnes]

Black Swan (2)

Summary: Y/N used to be a Russian spy under the code name Black Swan. But that was a lifetime ago, now she’s a part-time avenger, dance teacher, surrogate sister to Natasha Romanoff, and trainer to new Shield Agents. She’s come a long way from the days of killing targets and being tortured. But when someone from her past comes around will she be able to ignore her history anymore? Or will she end up falling in love with the only man her sister ever loved?

Warnings: Mentions of past hydra abuse 

A/N: Italics is a flashback! Taglist is open, send an ask. Make sure to check out my 900 follower writing challenge in my bio!!

It had been an especially gruesome day. Training seemed to last all morning and it felt like every inch of you was bruised or broken. It probably was. Luckily, you were given the afternoon off for ‘studies’. It happened very little that you were given any time without being watched, so everyone took advantage and relaxed. 

Natasha came up to you with a pleading look, “Пожалуйста, прикрой меня (Please cover me)” she said. 

“Куда ты идешь (Where are you going?)” You asked, despite the fact you were pretty sure where she was headed. 

She smiled sweetly, “на свидание с Джеймсом (On a date with James)” 

She was so naive when it came to him. From the moment they met, she was infatuated.  “будь осторожен, не попадись (Be careful, don’t get caught)” I said before adding “повеселись (have fun)”.

 You wanted to protect her from heartbreak, or something worse. But at the same time, she deserved to be happy. She ran away and you sighed. Nat was head over heels for the man, and you just hoped it didn’t interfere in training or get her in trouble.

James had arrived an hour ago and looked the same as he did over two decades ago. It was as if time had frozen and you were years younger. But if you’re being honest, Natasha and you looked the same too. All that genetic testing and drugs pumped into you slowed your aging amongst other things. 

 Memories started to come back when you saw him, some more pleasant than others. In particular, you remembered one of the times Tasha snuck out to see him. She used to be so innocent before the world hardened her. Seeing him was even harder on her. She couldn’t even stay in the same room as him. She left moments after he arrived with a shaky “I have to go do something”. Everyone seemed fine with that, but you knew she was freaking out inside. Sisters always knew when something was wrong.

You mistakenly called him James before he mentioned that he preferred to be called Bucky. When you had said his name he looks at you with confusion, as if he’s trying to search his brain for a memory that he’s unsure exists. He says he has few memories from the past, and all of them were right before he was ‘wiped’. You don’t mention the red room where he spent some of his missing time. Probably a blessing in disguise, all that happened there was bloody. Not worth remembering if it could be avoided.

After some polite small talk with Steve and Bucky, you excuse yourself to find Nat. You’ve seen her at her worst and know when she’s not alright. And this was one of those times.

You knock on her door, but don’t wait for an answer to enter the room. 

“What if I was naked?” she yells out annoyed when you find her attacking a punching bag viciously. 

You laugh, “As if that would stop me!” she joins you in laughing but continues to brutalize the bag. “Hey, what did that bag do to you сестренка? (sis)” You tease. 

She huffs in annoyance. “Does he remember?” 

“No, but when I called him James he looked like he was trying to. It might only be a matter of time,” you reply honestly. She should be ready for her past to come back.

“Duly noted,” she says. 

“I’m guessing by the state of this bag you remember though,” you say pointing at the bag missing stuffing. 

“Not hard, no matter how many times they cleared my head he always came back. It’s like he’s forever etched in my brain in grave details.” You nod and she slumps down against the wall. You go over and sit next to her and she rests her head on your shoulder. 

“I really did love him at one point. In fact, I think he’s the only guy I’ve ever loved.” You feel wetness on your sleeve but don’t dare to say that aloud. 

“Oh honey, I know,” you say stroking her hair. “But he’s not that person anymore, and neither are you.” She hums in agreement with this. 

“Do you think we can keep this between us. It’s not in any file and you are the only one who knows.” You’ve only heard her this broken a few times before. 

“I was never going to tell anyone, любовь (love). You keep a million things quiet for me, and I a million for you. That’s what sisters are for.” You both just sit in silence with her leaning against you for a while. 

A few weeks had gone by since Bucky moved in. He got into a schedule, and the initial awkwardness died down. Tasha still couldn’t be in a room with him for more than 5 minutes, but she’s slowly coming to terms that he isn’t going anywhere. 

You started putting together the girl’s solos for competition and finished the large group before moving on to a small group of the younger girls. You also started to train new SHIELD agents, a compromise you made to get off the field more. They all picked up skills easily and were quick on their feet. You were only needed for one mission at that time, and it was a quick recon that only took three days. Child’s work really.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the rest of the team was doing some press to promote the image that Avengers wasn’t just a group of superheroes who sometimes ruined cities. This left you and Bucky alone in the compound. You tried to avoid him, but he was everywhere. 

In the gym? He was working out. In the library? He was reading a book. In the garden? He was planting seeds. By the time you ran into him in the kitchen you had run out of excuses for why you kept leaving. This meant having to stay sitting on a stool and pretend you didn’t feel insanely uncomfortable around him. You resented him so much, but it’s hard to resent someone who doesn’t remember you at all.

“I know you,” he says frankly, pulling you from your thoughts. It takes a moment for the words to completely register.

 “Uhm yeah? We’ve been living in the same building for a month now.” You hear yourself say, praying that it’s what he is referring to, but knowing it’s not.

 “No, I knew you. From when I was the soldier, right?” You sigh. You knew he would remember eventually but you just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. 

“Yeah, we knew each other,” You confirm. He frowns as if this was the harder of the replies you could give. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“It wasn’t a particularly fun time for me. Plus, I uh- hated you. Probably still do. It’s unclear, you returning is super confusing for me.” He laughs at this, and you’re left confused. Who chuckles when you admit to hating them? 

“You think this is confusing? Try not remembering anything but snippets of your life! It sucks!” he's hysterical now. As if you had just told the funniest joke ever. “Russia right? I remember the cold.” 

You nod, “Да, добро старый отчизна (Yes, good old motherland).” He laughs again. 

“не очень по-матерински, да? (Not very motherly, huh?)” This makes you join in with his laughter. 

“So, you hate me?” he asks. 

“Hated,” you correct. “I’m unsure how I feel about you now.” 

He looks apologetic at this and says “I’m sorry for whatever I did to you.” 

“It’s not like you hurt me, and I know it wasn’t you. God, they were horrible,” you tell him before asking, “What do you remember about then?” 

He thinks for a moment before saying, “Not much. Lots of blood.” He says shrugging, blood was sadly a normal occurrence in both your lives. “A building with people telling me what to do. The cryo. But I remember you, and other girls. Why?” Deciding that this would take some time, you get up to make some coffee. 

“Hold up, let’s get some coffee and I’ll tell you about back then.” He nods.

After pouring two cups of coffee, both black you guide him to sit on the couch with him and get comfortable. 

“So around 30 years ago both my parents died. I was 18 years old and had no idea what I was doing, or how to protect myself.” he looks astonished by this. 

“But you look 25!” he exclaims. 

“You don’t look 100,” you add and he makes a face in agreement. 

You continue with your story. “I met a man and fell for him. Thought he was the love of my life. Turns out he was just looking for someone to turn into a spy for the Russian government. Within three months I was put in the red room or Красная комната as it was called. It’s where they trained their female spies. They took me because I was a ballerina. It had created was discipline, strength, and flexibility. All things you want in a spy.” 

“Steve said you were a dancer,” he says, “You don’t need to say anymore if you don’t want to. I get it.” You shake your head. 

“I need to do this,” you admit to him. He nods encouragingly.

“We also were experimented on. Injected with their versions of the super-soldier serum. Close to what they put into you. They did other medical things to make us into the best spies. I was put through the ‘wiping’ a few times, but it never stuck for the important stuff, just made little details fuzzy. We trained to be silent and deadly. They had me be part of the national ballet, as a cover. In between shows I was sent on missions to kill people, or steal information. Nobody ever expected a girl who wore tutus in front of thousands of people. I got the tag, Black Swan, after the ballet and it stuck.” 

You pause to take a sip of your coffee. “That’s where I met Natasha, she was also part of the red room. She was a few years younger and I tried my best to protect her in any way that I could.” 

“Where do I fit into this?” he asks. 

“You trained me. In all combat-related areas. Taught me how to shoot a gun, where to hold your arms to snap someone's neck. How to tackle someone twice your size.” He looks ashamed of this. “I know it wasn’t you, and if you weren’t there it would have been someone else to train me. It’s not the entire reason I hated you but it’s a part of it.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your past still haunts you. “Is that why Natasha leaves the room whenever I’m around?” He asks. You nod. “Thank you for telling me all of that, I know it’s hard.” You smile back at him. 

“Okay! On that note, how about we watch a movie. Ever see Mean Girls?”

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[prismarts]

Happy Birthday Douxie!

“Plot: Illy worries that she may not be able to give Douxie something special for his birthday..

Notes: It’s honestly just fluff....Douxilly flufff, Douxie x oc cause I can’t resist man I love these dorks, Illy swears a bit due to panic, Just also Illy bonding with Archie and Nari, They are a family don’t @ me,  RELATED TO THE BIRTHDAY ART I POSTED, ALSO YES I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE (CURRENTLY THE 20TH AS I AM WRITING THIS), also finished this and posted it on MY BIRTHDAY LMAO (the 21st xD)

“Oh fuzzbuckets! Bleeding balroths! Shit!!” 

Illy kept cursing as she paced around the small apartment, Archie and Nari had been watching her do this quietly......for about an hour now.

It was Douxie’s birthday and she had been figuring out what to do for him, it was hard for her to come up with something. The last time she celebrated his birthday was around 901 years ago, his 19th birthday.

Well, technically, she didn’t celebrate that birthday with him... 

She had convinced Merlin to let her do his chores so he could have the day to celebrate his birthday with Archie and she was thankfully able to....it was nice to see the apprentice at the time being excited  about the day off on his day of birth.

That would explain why she wasn’t able to come up with anything currently...

“Illy, perhaps you should calm down for a minute so we can help you figure this out...” The familiar said as he jumped onto her shoulders, something he had been doing more often now that they have grown closer.

“R..Right...yeah...”

The wizard sat down on the rundown couch with a sigh as she ran her fingers through her short brown to blue gradient hair, “There’s not much we could do.... I doubt Douxie would like us walking around the city to get him a gift...”

They had been really cautious about leaving the apartment while Douxie was at work, they would go out together on his day offs but would usually stay in the apartment for Nari’s safety.

“I’m sure there is something we can make for him instead, Illy..” Archie said as he looked at her quietly, purring a bit to calm her down.

“Like, what? and before you say meat pies, I checked, we don’t have enough ingredients for them...” 

“Surely, there is something we can make-”

They were both cut off when Nari came over with a cookbook that Douxie had gotten Illy when she finally learned how to use the kitchen, it was sweet of him.

“I found this in the book, will we be able to make this?..” The demigod opened the book to a page on birthday cake, Illy and Archie looked at each other as they....honestly found it surprising it took them this long to figure it out.

Illy smiled as she gently took the book from Nari as the demigod sat next to the two while she read through the ingredients. “We should be able to at least make two layers of cake with the things we have.... and I think we have some candles too.”

“I think we found the surprise we can make for Douxie” The familiar said with a smile.

After a while of gathering the ingredients, the three were ready to start baking. It should be simple enough since Illy was an experienced baker....

Things went well for a while as Illy started to measure out  few of the ingredients they needed and mixing them in, Nari was trying to help but accidentally overestimated the amount of flour they needed.

The demigod pretty much filled a whole bowl with flour as she was trying to guess how much they needed. It was thankfully not that bad...even if they did get a bit of flour.....

Alright, a lot of flour on them.

It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed though, thankfully. Illy was able to show Nari how to use a measuring cup and they were able to get the amount needed and messily tried to keep the rest of the flour.

It was already rather chaotic as Illy scrambled to make sure the flour bag doesn’t fall. It was close.

“I am so sorry, I did not anticipate this kind of mess...” Nari apologized as Illy ptted the nature lady’s head. 

“It’s alright Nari....we can clean this up when we’re done.”

Still, Illy couldn’t help but laugh a little at how chaotic it became.....

That was what she thought anyway but it became a bit worse, she hadn’t realized it but the metal bowls she was using have been reflecting the light onto the bag of cocoa powder.

Which is bad when the familiar in the house happened to be a cat at the time.

Archie’s eyes widened as his cat instincts took over and he attacked the bag.

The bag fell onto the counter as a cloud of cocoa powder ended up all over the three, Illy coughed up the cocoa powder as she almost inhaled.

It was like an explosion of powdery chocolate that both sounds delicious.....and very deadly if inhaled.

Even Archie, who fell off the counter after his vicious bag attack felt affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

“Uh...my bad.”

T’was all the familiar could say about the accident as he looked up at the wizard and demigod who both had cocoa powder and flour all over them. Illy had an amused smile on her face as she petted Archie’s head, getting the cocoa powder on him.

The three shared a laugh at the mess they were able to make in the short amount of time.

It really was like tornados of flour and chocolate crashed into the kitchenette, in fact, the familiar almost rolled over in laughter as Nari giggled a little and Illy was practically wheezing.

Illy was able to calm down from her laughter as she sighed and continued to work on the batter while the demigod and familiar calmed down.

The wizard smiled as she mixed the batter happily, “Nari could you get the pans that are over there? and Archie could you check to see if the oven is done preheating?”

After a while and a lot of hardwork, the three were able to get the cakes in the oven and were in the middle of making the frosting until another chaotic disaster struck.

The sound of windows opening and a flurry of loud “Waka chakas!” can be heard.

“Shit! Fuzzbuckets!”

Illy shrieked as goblins crawled into the apartment, this was weird but then she remembered how tired Douxie was when he left for work. “Archie, Douxie forgot the portective wards....didn’t he?”

“It...would seem so, and it seemed like the scent of our baking might have attracted them here.”

The wizard let out a shriek as she kicked the goblin away and levitated the frostings with one hand and blasted a few goblins out the windows with her other hand.

Nari was helping blast the goblins out of the window alongside Illy while Archie turned into his dragon form and set a few of said creatures on fire before tossing them out the window.

It took a crazy amount of fighting but they were able to toss all the goblins out the apartment as Illy closed the window. She put the frosting bowls down before focusing her magic, putting her hands up as runes appeared. she tossed them around the apartment. 

Protective wards.

She collapsed on her knees for a good while as she panted heavily, it was always draining for her to cast strong protection wards around the apartment as her magic wasn’t was strong as Douxie’s which was why he usually casted them.

Archie turned back into his cat form as he landed next to Illy on his feet and nuzzled her arm to comfort her, purring.

Nari went over to the wizard as well as she petted her head gently to comfort her friend, “You did well...”

The wizard smiled as she rested for a little bit with the familiar and demigod.

They were able to get the cakes out of the oven after a small bit and let them cool which took a while, which meant the three could relax on the rundown couch for a while.

The cakes were cooled by the time the sun was setting as Illy walked back to the kitchenette counter. She put one of the cakes on the plate and cut a bit of it out to flatten it off and make it easier to stack.

She snacked on the scraps as she  gave a bit to Nari too, she didn’t need to eat, being a demigod but she appreciated the offer. She even gave Archie a little, after all, he was a familiar not an actual cat. He can probably eat a bit of cake.

The wizard used one of the spatulas to put some light blue frosting on the first layer of cake before humming and putting the second cake layer on top. She then put some darker blue frosting on top and was even able to decorate the cake with really white blue frosting and white sprinkles.

Nari and Archie smiled as they watched Illy work, the familiar spoke up in amusement, “You definitely are a better decorator than Douxie.”

The wizard and familiar shared a laugh, they remembered around 900 years ago when Douxie made her a small cake for her birthday that was quite messily decorated.

After she was done decorating the cake, Illy grabbed the few candles they got and put them on the cake, unfortunately they weren’t able to fit in 920 candles but..... 20 should be enough.

The three smiled at their work as Illy put her hands up and pulled the two in for a hug. They were covered in flour, cocoa powder, sugar and frosting. The kitchenette was still floured and cocoa powder.

They got into a tired fit of laughter that was a bit too loud, in fact they didn’t even realize it but Douxie had walked into the apartment and was now in front of them near the kitchenette.

“Fuzzbuckets...what happened?”

The three froze when they heard the amused voice of the birthday wizard, the wizard, familiar and demigod looked at each other as Illy soon giggled.

“Surprise, love!...”

That made Douxie smiled, he had been tired but this was...amusing and he felt rather heart warming... 

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he walked over to his small found family and looked at the cake, “I’m impressed...this looks delicious..”

He hummed and kissed Illy’s head gently, wrapping an arm around her as Archie climbed on his shoulders. “You lot must have gotten into quite the chaos for you to be absolutely messy....”

“You had no idea....”

“It was almost unbelievable..” The familiar added.

Nari agreed happily as she stood near them, excited to see Douxie enjoy his birthday celebration. Which he already was. She also put a birthday hat on his head, something the three were able to make while waiting for the cakes to cool.

Douxie let out a laugh, “Well, I say we leave the mess for later and get some time to relax together, how’s that?” He asked as he turned to the three happily.

“Only if you make a wish first, Archie, if you could do the honors..” At Illy’s request, Archie briefly changed to his dragon form to light the candles on fire before turning back into cat form.

Douxie smiled widely, he didn’t know what to think...

He honestly wasn’t expecting a surprise like this at all, he thought it would just be a normal day for him like any other. But the fact that Archie, Illy and Nari took the time and.....he wasn’t sure what else they had to go through just to make him something..

It warmed his heart, he couldn’t have asked for a better small found family to be around... His heart swelled as he took a deep breath before blowing out the candles.

On cue, the three cheered for him.

“Happy Birthday Douxie!!!”, and he was squished into a group hug as his beloved, Illy kissed his cheek. He let out a small chuckle, hugging them back and closed his eyes at the comfort with a smile.

He wished they could stay like this...happy and together like a family..

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[galactic-magick]

Falling into Place: Virgil x Reader

Request: could I request a shy!reader x Virgil fic? like, maybe insecure transmale has it *bad* and it's super obvious, but they keep running away when asked about it, but like, it still ends super fluffy and cute? -anon

Summary: Fluff, a dash of angst, and some Uno on the side with our good boi Virgil.

Words: 900+

Warnings: insecurity, angst

Author’s Notes: I’m so happy to finally be writing again!! My semester just ended today so I’ll be able to get back to my requests :) Hope you like this, anon!

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It’s another day hanging out with the sides, but you can’t seem to relax. Everyone’s just casually talking and laughing, sharing funny stories and whatnot, but there’s only one thought going through your head right now.

Virgil is sitting next to you.

And not just next to you, but less than a foot, probably.

It’s ridiculous, and you know it’s ridiculous. You’ve been friends with all of them for a while now, yet Virgil is more than that. He can make you flustered just by smiling at you or saying hello. He can be cute simply by existing.

What’s worse is that you can’t imagine him ever feeling the same way about you. You can’t even bring yourself to try to get closer to him out of fear of rejection. There’s so much that could go wrong.

“Hey, you okay?” Patton asks you.

“Yeah, sorry, just… zoned out,”

“Something on your mind?”

“No I’m fine,” you can’t bear the weight of everyone staring at you now. “I’m just gonna get some water,”

Thankfully the attention isn’t on you anymore by the time you get back, since Patton suggested a game of Uno and is dealing out the cards.

Virgil takes a look at his cards and leans over, “You got a reverse card?”

“Um…” you stiffen a bit and glance at your cards. “…yeah,”

“I’ll give you a sign when to use it, I’m gonna plus four Roman,”

“Hey! No alliances!” Roman scolds. You purse your lips together to try to hold in your laughter, to no avail.

“I’ll be your ally Roman!” Patton offers, scooting closer to him.

“That isn’t how the game works! We’re not changing the rules for a couple of lovebirds!”

Both you and Virgil are silent, pretending not to hear him.

“May I ask if we can begin or are you going to continue bickering like middle schoolers?” Logan inquires, setting down the first card. Everyone sighs and drops it, placing down their cards at their turn.

After a few rounds, Virgil nudges you and winks. It doesn’t register at first, but you put down the reverse card and grin.

“I wish I could say I’m sorry Roman, but I’m just not,” Virgil puts down the plus four.

“No!” Roman gasps. “They’re in cahoots! They’re in cahoots!”

“Don’t be a sore loser Roman, we’re not ‘in cahoots,’”

“Falsehood,” Logan pulls out a new vocab card, “But go off I guess,”

“Fine,” Roman begrudgingly picks up the cards and glares at both of you. “But I’ll be watching,”

Patton ends up winning the game, and it appears that no friendships are completely broken. Logan excuses himself to go get some work done and Virgil runs upstairs to grab something.

“I’m not actually mad at you guys, in case you were wondering,” Roman assures you. “You actually make quite the handsome duo,”

“Oh, we’re not-“

“I was thinking the same thing Roman!” Patton squeals.

“I, um,” your whole body feels hot and shaky. You really don’t need everyone to know about this, and Virgil could come back any second now. “I think I’m gonna head out, guys,” you gather your things and move towards the door.

“What, why?”

“I…I don’t feel good,”

“Aw, I’m sorry kiddo. Anything we can do to help?”

“I think I just need to go home,”

Before anyone else can object, you’re already out the door.

 -

 That was a disaster.

You flop face down on your bed in your apartment, trying to release all the tension. Did you seriously just chicken out that badly? Why couldn’t you just change the subject? Or better yet, just admit your feelings so you don’t have to deal with it anymore?

They’re all your friends, you know they love you and support you. So why is it so difficult to confess a stupid little crush?

“Hey Y/N? You in there?” you hear a knock on the door.

Shit.

You get up and open the door. Virgil is standing in front of you with a couple bags and a Tupperware container, smiling at you sheepishly.

“Everyone told me you left because you weren’t feeling good, so I thought I’d bring over some things that might help,” you stare at him in shock and move away from the door so he can come in. “I can go if you want me to, but uh, I brought you some soup and stole a bunch of stuffed animals from Patton,”

“Virgil…you didn’t have to do that,”

“I know,” he shrugs, “But I care about you, and I want to do everything I can to help you,”

“But like, why?”

“Cause I like you, alright?” he smiles a bit, but to your surprise he looks just as terrified as you are. “I really like you, actually,”

You wish you could trick yourself into believing he’s messing with you, but he’s clearly not. This is real. It’s happening.

“I,” you mumble, “I like you too,”

“So, is it okay if I stick around?”

You nod vigorously, “Mhmm,” he opens his arms to you and you fall into them, blushing like an idiot.

He stays with you the rest of the day, making you feel more loved than you ever have in your life. You eat the soup he made you and a bunch of comfort snacks, and before you know it your head is rested on his chest in front of the TV.

He holds you close to him and lets you play with his hair, humming softly while you both watch the movie.

For once, everything feels right. You feel safe, you feel cared for, and you feel happy. It was always supposed to be this way, and now you get to spend the foreseeable future with the emo boy you fell in love with.

I feel like this is like the third fic I’ve done that ends in snuggles but like are we really complaining y’all ??

#virgil sanders x reader #virgil sanders #sanders sides x reader #sanders sides #thomas sanders #i'm really out here posting fics at 1am huh #DONT WORRY I'M GOING TO SLEEP NOW #self care lads #logan is dissapointed in my sleep schedule we been knew #but logan aint here is he #it's virgil's time to shine today

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The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter 15: Angel Radio

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

Warnings: Angst. Violence.

A/N: Liz isn't in this chapter... sorry! Just needed some guy time :):)

Bamby

DPOV

I could not believe it. I could not believe we were on a job, for Ruby.

Sam and I had been at a bar, hustling by the pool table, when he dropped the act and gave the guy five hundred dollars just because the demon bitch was there. Of course, I hadn't been pleased at the sight of her, not after she'd taught Sam all that psychic crap while I was gone, but what made seeing her worse was the fact she had this 'job' for us.

Chances are, she was fully of crap and we were headed for a trap.

"Can I get a copy of the missing persons report?" Sam asked whoever was on the other side of the phone conversation he was on. "Great. Okay. Thanks." With that he hung up and turned to me. "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real."

"Don't mean the case is real," I noted, really not wanting to do this job. "And this hospital's a three-day drive."

"We've driven further for less, Dean," he countered. My response was just a shake of the head, which had him sighing at me. "You got something to say, say it."

"Oh, I'm saying it." I turned away from the road briefly, to look at him. "This sucks."

"You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip."

"Right. 'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family. Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I was downstairs, 'cause I come back, and- and you're BFFs with a demon?"

"I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith."

"Well, thanks for the thumbnail. Real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?"

"Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details."

I looked away from him again, both of us falling silent. He knew there was no way I was telling him anything. I knew there was no way he'd tell me anything without finding some stuff out from me. We were at a dead, heavy, silent end.

...

"Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" Sam asked the psychologist as we stood in Anna's room in the hospital.

"Apparently, she knocked him unconscious," the psychologist explained. "The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."

"That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got 80 pounds on her," I noted.

The psychologist gestured behind the door. "We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door." With that, she started to leave the room, Sam and I right behind her.

"Right." Sam nodded. "Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent."

Stopping out in the hall, the psychologist turned to us. "Two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends. Bright future."

"So, what happened. She just... flipped?" I asked.

I didn't really understand how something like that could happen. I mean, I knew it did, but I didn't understand how. Usually that stuff only happened when monsters and demons were involved. Right now, I was hoping they weren't. I was hoping Ruby had been wrong. But it appeared she wasn't.

"Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions," the psychologist informed us.

Sam frowned, curious. "What kind of delusions?"

"She thought demons were everywhere." Reaching forward, the psychologist offered Sam the sketch book she was holding.

You don't say. I thought to myself, while speaking out loud as well. "Huh. Interesting."

"It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real."

Sam and I knew better than to say anything, but I couldn't help but think that they were. Part of me actually wanted to defend this Anna girl and tell the doctor that she might not be as insane as everyone thought she might be.

But I stopped myself from making the mistake, and instead looked up to smile at the psychologist. "Well, that- that's just batty."

As Sam took and opened it, flicking through the various pages, I leaned over to take a look, noticing one page in particular. A page about the rising of the witnesses... The next page was just as surprising, showing another picture with the words 'Samhain the next seal is broken' written above the Halloween setting.

"That's Revelations," I noted, looking up at Sam.

"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?" the psychologist asked, the look on her face telling me she clearly thought I was wrong.

I shrugged. "It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation."

Nodding, she went on. "Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now."

SPOV

Dean and I stood in front of the Milton home, Dean moving towards the door to knock on it. I stayed back a step, noticing the two cars in the drive way. When there was no answer, Dean turned to me.

"Maybe they're not home."

I gestured to the vehicles. "Both cars in the driveway."

Turning back to the door, he reached for the handle, only to find it unlocked. Carefully, we stepped inside. "Mr And Mrs Milton?"

"We're from the sheriff's department," I called as Dean moved further into the house. "We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions." Before I could move anymore, my eyes scanned the living room and landed on the two bodies lying on the floor.

I had no doubt in my mind that it was Mr And Mrs Milton. Their throats had been slit, and by the looks of things, it hadn't been too long ago.

Dean came back over to see why I'd stopped. Without a word, we moved forward. While he looked around, I crouched down at the sight of a powder lying beside Mrs Milton. Dipping my finger into the substance, I then gave it a quick smell, recognising the scent instant.

"Sulfur. The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl-"

Dean cut me off. "Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around," he sighed, moving around the room, looking for clue. "All right, so, I'm Girl, Interrupted, and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box. Possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?"

I stood, my eyes landing on a photo on the shelf close by. Grabbing it, I noticed something in the background. "Hey, you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?"

"Yeah."

"Let me see 'em." A moment later, Dean handed me one of the drawings. I looked from the picture to the paper, seeing the resemblance in the details of the window of the church and the sketch Anna had made. "Check this out." I showed Dean.

"She was drawing the window of her church."

"Over and over," I noted, remembering all the pictures of the window that were in Anna's book. "If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?"

DPOV

Guns drawn, Sam and I entered the church attic, moving carefully. We weren't sure what might be around. If the demons got to Mr And Mrs Milton already, there was a chance they'd be waiting here too.

"Dean." Sam got my attention as he pointed over to the corner, where we could both see someone hiding. "Anna?" he called as we both put our guns away. "We're not gonna hurt you," he assured her. "We're here to help. My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean."

"Sam?" she asked, staying behind the stained-glass wall that was keeping her partially hidden. "Not Sam Winchester?"

"Uh, yeah."

Coming out now, Anna looked over at us, her eyes on me. "And you're Dean. The Dean?"

"Well, yeah." I nodded. "The Dean, I guess."

She was gorgeous. Fiery red hair that fell over her shoulders. She was small, and petite, around the same height as Liz- maybe the tiniest bit taller. Dressed in boots, jeans a white top and khaki jacket. As simple as she looked, it just made her all the more gorgeous.

"It's really you. Oh, my God. The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us." She looked to Sam then. "And some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you all the time lately. I feel like I know you."

"So, you talk to angels?" I was confused, because that's what it sounded like she was saying.

"Oh, no." she shook her head. "No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... overhear them."

"You overhear them?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just... hear them in my head."

"Like... right now?"

She shook her head again, answering my question. "Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them."

"So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... tuning in to angel radio?" I chucked lightly.

Her face changed, as if she was relieved that we believed her. "Yes. Thank you."

"Anna, when did the voices start?" Sam questioned. "Do you remember?"

"I can tell you exactly. September eighteenth."

"The day I got out of Hell," I noted, looking to Sam.

"First words I heard, clear as a bell." Anna nodded. "'Dean Winchester is saved'."

Looking from Sam, to Anna and then back, I asked, "What do you think?"

"It's above my pay grade, man."

"Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad." I shrugged, giving Anna a small smile. "They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel."

She smiled back at me. "Hey, um, do you know- are my parents okay? I- I didn't go home. I was afraid."

The door suddenly opened as Ruby hurried in. "You got the girl. Good, let's go."

Anna yelled out, scurrying back. "Her face!"

"It's okay," Sam assured her. "She's here to help."

I scoffed. "Yeah, don't be so sure."

"We have to hurry," Ruby pushed, panic in her voice.

But I wasn't buying the act. "Why?"

"Because a demon's coming. Big-timer. We can fight later, Dean."

"Well, that's pretty convenient. Showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?"

"I didn't bring him here. You did."

"What?

"He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go now!"

"Dean," Sam spoke up again, nudging me. As I turned to him, I saw his finger pointing to a statue of Mother Mary... blood dripping from the eyes.

"It's too late." The panic in Ruby's voice turned to fear. "He's here."

Moving quickly, Sam grabbed Anna and lead her to the closet, putting her inside, telling her to stay and then closed the door before he came back over to stand with Ruby and I as he pulled out a flask of holy water.

Ruby shook her head. "No, Sam, you got to pull him right away."

I frowned, not liking that idea at all. "Whoa, hold on a sec."

Rolling her eyes, Ruby turned to me. "Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going darkside. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die."

Putting the flask away without really thinking it over, Sam looked to the door and got ready as we waited.

A moment later, the door broke of the hinges as a man dressed in a suit walked in. Sam lifted his hand to exorcize him, but nothing happened.

The demon chuckled lightly. "That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." Raising his one hand, he threw Sam across the room, out the door and down the stairs.

I moved then, reacting without thinking. Ruby's knife in hand, I lunged at the demon, aiming for whatever I might get. But he was strong, and fast, and before I knew it, the knife had been knocked out of my grasp, his hand was wrapped around my throat, and I was pressed against a pillar, struggling for waist.

"Hello again, Dean." He grinned, throwing a few punches to my face. "Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot. I'm wearing a paediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell." He hit me again. I could feel blood trickling down my face.

As I looked back up at him, I had no doubt in my mind of who this was. Who this demon was... "Alastair."

Suddenly Sam came up from behind him, stabbing Alastair with Ruby's knife. But it did nothing...

Turning around, Alistair focused on Sam. "You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son."

As the demon dealt with the blade, Sam moved to help me up. With a look to each other and then a look to the window, we didn't think twice before running. We shielded ourselves as best as we could as we broke through and fell through the air, landing on a car below.

Everything hurt. I knew somethings were out of place and I was pretty cut up. But as I looked up and saw Alastair looked down at us through the window, I knew we didn't have time to waste.

Grabbing Sam, we helped each other up and hurried to Baby, climbing in and driving off as fast as we could. It occurred to me then that Ruby had left... and she'd taken Anna with her.

...

I leaned over the bathroom sink, checking my shoulder and cuts out as Sam sat on his bed in our hotel room, stitching himself up. I couldn't do anything with this dislocated shoulder. It hurt like a bitch and wouldn't move right.

"Are you almost done?" I asked, turning to Sam.

He let out a frustrated sigh, still focusing on the task at hand. "I'm going as fast as I can."

"Good, 'cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here," I noted, walking into the room, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on my way, taking a big drink from it.

"Yeah. I'll pop it back when I'm finished," Sam mumbled as he finally finished with the stitches. Turning to me, he gestured to the bottle. "Gimme that." I did as he said and watched as he poured the liquor over his cut and winced at the painful sting.

I felt very little sympathy as I looked down at him with annoyance. "So, you lost the magic knife, huh?"

"Yeah, saving your ass. Who the hell was that demon?" he snapped, just as annoyed and frustrated.

"No one good," was all I was willing to give him. "We got to find Anna."

"Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay," he insisted as he stood and moved to stand behind me. "All right. Come on. On three. One..." He grabbed my arm and forced it back into place.

I let out a pained yell at the sudden jerk and pop, walking away from him and back into the bathroom as I tried to control my breathing again. "You sure about Ruby? 'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us."

"No, she took Anna to keep her safe." He sounded so sure of that.

I scoffed, picking up the icepack from the counter and pressing it against my shoulder. "Yeah. Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?"

"Because that demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again. That's why he let us go."

"You call this letting us go?"

"Yeah, I do. Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing. That's why, for now, we just got to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us."

"How's she gonna do that?" I asked. When he said nothing, I shook my head and turned to him again. "Why do you trust her so much?"

"I told you."

Dropping the icepack back on the counter, I started towards where he was sitting back on the bed. "You got to do better than that. Hey, and I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to know more. I mean, I deserve to know more."

"Because... she saved my life."

Moving to sit on the couch, I shook my head. "How, Sam?" I pushed, needing more. Needing to know exactly what happened.

Sighing, Sam looked down at the ground as he started to finally tell me what I needed to know. "I was a mess, Dean. You were gone, Lizzie was falling apart. Bobby insisted on taking care of her. That left me alone." He fiddled with his hands in front of himself as he looked down at them. "I'd tried everything I could think of to get you back. Even tried selling my own soul to trade places. None of it would work.

"I hadn't really been paying much attention to anything. Didn't care enough to want to watch my back. I was drunk, coming back to the room at the hotel I'd been staying at. The moment I was inside and the door closed, I was jumped by two demons. Didn't take long for me to realise one was Ruby. Told me she'd been let go so long as she killed me. I told her to. Practically begged. But instead, she killed the other demon, and helped me get out of there before more came.

"She offered help, tried tagging along. But I didn't want her around. Not after everything that had happened. Especially not when I was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was in her second body. So, I sent her away. A few days later she showed up again, with proof that she was in a vacant body, and insisted that she could help me get Lilith. Told me she could teach me how to use my powers to get revenge."

"So?" I asked when he stayed silent for a moment or two too long. "What'd she teach you?"

"Well, the first thing I learned... I'm a crappy student," he chuckled lightly, finally looking to me as he went on. "First few times I tried exorcising demons, it went really bad. First time was the worst. He'd worked me up to a rage, and I lost all control. Could barely pull him out for a second, let alone drag him to hell.

"Ruby was there for me though. Killed him to shut him up once she was sure I couldn't do it. She insisted things would get better. I thought she was talking about my powers, but she was talking about you. It pushed a nerve. I started shutting her out again, but she just kept pushing." He shook his head, looking at the ground again. "One thing led to another and before I knew it we were on the couch, our clothes on the floor-"

Before he could go on, I cut him off, "Sam."

Looking up at me again, he looked confused. "Yeah?"

"Too much information."

"Hey, I told you I was coming clean," he noted.

Shaking my head, I leaned back into the couch. "Yeah, but now I feel dirty." Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, I got back to the point. "Okay, well, uh, brain-stabbing imagery aside, so far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad."

"Yeah, well, there's more to the story."

"Just... skip the nudity, please."

"Pretty soon after... that, um... I put together some signs... omens."

"Saying what?"

"Lilith was in town. And I wanted to strike her first. Ruby didn't want me to go, but she couldn't stop me. I left her, went to find and kill Lilith. But it was a trap. The house was full of demons, with no Lilith. They attacked, I was outnumbered and clearly going to lose. Things were bad.

"That's when Ruby showed up, killed one demon, pulled the other from me. Told me to take the girl they'd used as bait and run. I did what she said, but when I realised she wasn't following us, I went back and found the demon chocking her, threatening her. I didn't like it. Not after everything she'd done for me. So... I exorcised him. Hurt like hell. But I did it.

"Ruby came back for me." He shrugged, looking up at me again. "Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me... it's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here."

A knock on the door had us both turn to it as a voice called, "Housekeeping."

"Not now," I called back.

"Sir, I've got clean towels."

Sighing, I got up and opened the door. "Couldn't you just leave 'em at the door?"

Instead of answering, she pushed past me and moved over to Sam. "I'm at this address." She handed him a piece of paper.

Sam smiled a little, though was clearly as confused as I was. "I'm sorry. What?"

"Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car, don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."

"Ruby?" he noted, looking the maid up and down. Usually Ruby went for the white-petite-surprisingly-badass type. Not the larger, middle aged, African American maid...

She rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, yes, so I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me."

"What about-"

She cut him off, "Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there. Go!" With that, she left.

Did that just happen?

SPOV

Dean and I stepped up to the abandoned cabin's door right as it opened, revealing Ruby back in the coma girl's body. "Glad you could make it." She took a step aside to let us in.

"Yeah, thanks." I nodded, moving into the room where we saw Anna sitting on the faded and damaged couch. "Anna, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so. Ruby's not like other demons." She smiled. "She saved my life."

"Yeah, I hear she does that." Dean looked to Ruby. "I guess I... you know."

Ruby crossed her arms over her chest. "What?"

It took a second or two for Dean to finally say something. "I guess I owe you for... Sam. And I just wanted... you know..." He was clearly struggling.

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Don't strain yourself."

"Okay, then. Is the moment over?" Dean asked her, getting a nod. "Good, 'cause that was awkward."

With that over, Anna looked up at me. "Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked."

I looked from Dean to Anna. "Uh..."

Her face fell. "What?"

Taking a deep breath, I sat down next to her. "Anna, um... your parents..."

"What about them?"

"Look, I'm sorry."

"No, they're not..."

"Anna, I'm sorry."

She cried as she leaned forward to rock and hug herself. "Why is this happening to me?"

I shook my head, resting a hand on her back for support and comfort. "I don't know."

All of a sudden, she sat up, fear in her eyes. "They're coming."

The lights began to flicker. That was not a good sign...

"Back room," Dean told me as he moved to grab weapons from the bag we'd brought with us.

I grabbed Anna and led her over to the back room, closing the door behind her before I moved over to grab a gun from Dean.

Ruby started looking through the bag, only to stop when she didn't find what she wanted. "Where's the knife?"

"Uh... about that..." Dean started.

She looked pissed and really not amused. "You're kidding."

"Hey, don't look at me." He gestured to me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Thanks a lot." He just gave me a smile.

"Great. Just peachy." Ruby shook her head at us. "Impeccable timing, guys, really."

The door began to rattle then, before to blew open suddenly. A second or two later, Castiel and Uriel walked in.

Dean lowered his gun. "Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day."

"Well, I can see that." Uriel eyed Ruby. "You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?"

Not giving us a chance to answer, Castiel spoke up. "We're here for Anna."

"Here for her like... here for her?" Dean asked what we were all thinking. Their tones weren't exactly friendly.

"Stop talking," Uriel ordered. "Give her to us."

"Are you gonna help her?" Despite the fact I asked the question, I had a feeling I already knew the answer...

"No." Castiel didn't even hesitate, "She has to die."

DPOV

Sam shifted on the spot, looking to the two angels. "You want Anna? Why?"

Without answering, Uriel stepped forward, being his usual asshole self. "Out of the way."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." I moved in his way. "Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her."

"Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle." Uriel grinned, it pushed a button, pissing me off.

"You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?"

"As a matter of fact, we are," Castiel agreed, not caring at all. "And?"

"And? Anna's an innocent girl," Sam exclaimed.

"She is far from innocent," Castiel argued.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Turning to Sam, Uriel answered without really answering. Instead he basically just insulted Ruby. "It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl."

"Sorry." Shaking my head, I put myself between the two angels and the door, not letting them pass. "Get yourself another one. Try JDate."

"Who's gonna stop us? You two? Or this demon whore?" Uriel grabbed Ruby and threw her across against the wall.

I reacted before I really realised what I was doing. Using the gun I held, I went to hit Uriel, only to be grabbed by him before I could. He held me back and punched my face a few times, not hiding the fact that he was enjoying himself.

"I've been waiting for this," he admitted.

But as he raised his hand to hit me again, a bright light engulfed both him and Castiel, and in a moment, they disappeared.

Falling to the ground, I looked around, confused. "What the..." Seeing Ruby leaning against the wall, I got up and moved over to help her to her feet. "Come on."

She went to check on Sam as he started waking up from being unconscious, while I went to check on Anna.

As I opened the back-room door, I found Anna standing by the dresser in the room, her wrists bleeding, hands and arms covered with blood.

"Anna. Anna!" I hurried over to help set her down in the chair, noticing the markings on the mirror that were drawn from her blood.

Out of breath, she let me use a rag to wrap her wounds up. "Are they- are they gone?"

"Did you kill them?" I asked.

"No." She shook her head, weak and tired. "I sent them away. Far away."

"You want to tell me how?"

"That just popped in my head." She looked to the marking. "I don't know how I did it. I just did it."

...

Sam closed the bedroom door, leaving Ruby in the backroom to help Anna while the two of us tried to figure out our next move. Things were bad. If angels and demons were after this girl, things were only going to get worse.

"So, what do you think?" I asked him as he came over to stand with me in the middle of the room.

"I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second."

"Yeah, I agree." I nodded. "And what did they mean by 'she's not innocent'?"

"It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell. Some serious crap, man."

"Something's going on with her." Giving him a nod, I knew it was time we started really working this case. "See what you can find out."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now."

"Safe where, Dean?"

I sighed, "I know a place."

Bamby

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Night Walks

Words: 900

Pairing: Captain Pike x Reader

A/N: Don’t we all wish we have a Pike to walk us home? Hope you enjoy!

Summary: A group is following you as you walk alone at night. Pike bumps into you and walks you back to your hotel.

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The cool evening wind blew through your hair, walking along the street you pulled your handbag strap further up your shoulder. You weren’t one to get spooked but it was getting later in the night and recently there had been reports of people getting attacked in the area. 

Your Earth shore leave was nearly over, you’d been home and now you were spending a couple of days catching up with some of your friends from other ships as they were docking. You knew the area well enough since you went to Starfleet academy here but it’d been a couple of years since you’d walked along the streets. Normally being bundled into a car as soon as you docked.

Taking in your surroundings you heard some noise behind you, looking over your shoulder you saw a group of men being rowdy, one of which pointed at you. Looking back in front of you, you sped up. Before you heard shouting from the group. You couldn’t entirely make out what they were saying but your heart rate skyrocketed.  In Starfleet not much scared you but this, on the planet you called home. Was terrifying.

In the distance ahead you could see a tall figure, you continued walking forward towards it, knowing that if someone else was on the street it might scare the group away. The figure got closer but you were too focussed on walking to notice any features. The group behind you sounded closer now and you could hear the obscene things they were saying. The man walking towards you look concerned, you looked up at his face and gave him a pleading look, there was a moment of hesitation that flickered through his face as he continued to walk before he nodded and smiled. “Hey there,” he said opening his arms as if you give you an embrace.

Hesitant at first but desperate to get away you opened up your arms to embrace the man “Hi.” you knew you shouldn't trust a stranger but his face seemed familiar and upon further inspection, he seemed to have a small Starfleet insignia badge on his jacket, he must be an off duty officer. At least if he tried anything out of order you could resolve the matter through Starfleet.

He let go of you before moving to your side gently taking your hand in his and walking in the direction you were before whispering so the group couldn't hear, “I’m Christopher Pike, what’s your name?”

His name seemed familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it, you whispered your name back to him “Y/N, play along, but if you feel uncomfortable just say. Is the hand holding ok?” You nodded. “Where are you heading?”

“Back to the hotel near Starfleet headquarters.”

The man nodded as you continued to walk. “So I saw your Starfleet insignia. What’s your involvement with them?”

The man let out a small laugh, “An excellent observation. Captain actually of the enterprise. What about you? You can’t be staying in that hotel if you have no involvement.”

Your heart briefly, that was the ship you were being transferred too. “I was a science officer on the Starship Orion, but I’m being transferred to the enterprise actually.”

“Oh, you’re the brilliant officer who’ joining us. Sorry I didn’t recognise you by name” the man apologised “I have read your file and you seem very accomplished we’ll be happy to have you.”

You shook your head “No need to be sorry Captain I didn’t recognise you by name either, and thank you but you don’t need to say those things just because I’m here.” You laughed.

“No, really your record is outstanding Y/N.”

The heat rose in your cheeks “Thank you. I’ve heard good things about you too.”

The man looked over his shoulder to see that the group had disbanded, you did the same. “Thank you for helping out. You can go back to whatever you were doing.”

“I was only going for a walk, I don’t mind walking you the rest of the way back?”

You thought about it for a second “actually that would be nice. That’s if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” The man said as you both continued to walk. The two of you talked about your respective times on the Orion and the Enterprise.

The two of you walked into the hotel and to your floor, standing in front of your hotel room you turned to the man “I guess this is where we say goodbye.” You realised the two of you were still holding hands, heat rushed to your face as you let go.

The man stuttered for a second. “Uh, yeah well it was nice to get to know you, although it was under unfortunate circumstances.”

You smiled and looked down “It was lovely to spend time with you too.”

You stepped inside your room and leant up against the door looking at the man. Pike looked up at you and gave you a contagious half smirk, “If this isn’t out of line, how would you feel about going for coffee or something tomorrow?”

You nodded and smiled back at the man “That would be lovely. See you tomorrow? 11 am downstairs?”

“Perfect I’ll be there.” He turned and made his way down the corridor and you closed the door, excited for what the next day would hold. 

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[myheartbeatskids]

Jon: how long ago did you see him, it was a long time ago, i know!

Me: it was over a year ago

Robbie: and did you think id wait?!?! O.O

Me: yeah.

And I just laugh. Cause I know he did. Watch he will tell me.

Robbie: well shit, I did! But how did you know?!?!

Me: it isn't about me, Robby.

Jon: wow

Me: its about you. You know what is important

Robbie: my kids

Me: yeah And yourself. That's why we get a long and i know you don't need any one.

Robbie: you know how important my friends are to me and i left them all for you

Me: you know you didnt. You know my email.

MWII laughs heartedly

Me: hush it Matt. I only saw one kid and I know you guys had daddy's girl and mommys girl. Did you bring both?

Robbie: yeah you know I did

Me: so you had someone waiting at home for You when I saw you the first time?

Robbie laughs: she was with friends. See that's why i get you, you're so strict!

Me: yeah well when i got to my car I cried. You had me all fucked up.

Robbie: but why?!

Me: because you don't just strut into a Wal-Mart 900 miles from home like it ain't a thing.

Robbie: I know! I didn't!

Me: I know.

Robbie: but why did you cry

Me: because you made Me smile.

Robbie: wait what

Me: you made me laugh. But mostly because I knew.

Robbie: that I left? And i made you proud? Hey I ain't a kid. I'm a grown man!

Matt laughs

Me: shut up Matt. I know. A kid wouldn't know what to do.

Robbie: oh

Jesse: I see this thing between you too. Its different than me and her. You two. Im gonna cry. Its pure joy.

Robbie: happy to be alive. We made it. Sabrina, you did, too. That's why you cried. Because you knew I left And took both my kids. You knew you cared enough about me to teach it to me. And you cried for you. Me. And everyone in between. I'm a totally different man because of you. I thought i was good. I knew I was good. I thought I was deep. But you made deeper my thoughts, my joy, my temper. That's what I see you don't know. How much you impact others. You type and you stay angry and you fight and you fight and you will until you die. That's what you told me, now isnt it?

Me: yeah And I'm not finished.

Robbie: but almost. Dad?

Jesse: yeah I'm there. I see I know her because of you. They're different, don't you see, Sunny?

Sunny: yeah. I want to be happy too

Robbie: see there. That's what I mean. That's how Sabrina feels almost every day and the Annie. "But doesn't every body" that's what you used to say. I remember.

Me: I used to always think about that. You were the first person in a very long long time I talked to about happiness.

Robbie: well You did good. It stuck with me this while time and it changed my life completely. And I want to marry you

Me: I could say yes. [I try to skip MWII quickly] whoa shit your father is sitting there

Robbie: what's that got to do with anything?

Me: Idk he might try to compare dicks or something.

MWII: wow I think I'm embarrassed. I thought I was retro romance but he's good

Bobby: I'm telling you!

MWII: but she got babies!

Me: Matthew!

Bobby: like hes an annoying younger brother.

Jesse: well You can! You're Tarah's kid!

Robbie: mmm. Well what do you think, Sabrina?

Me: well we could date... Man it would be So nice just to have a turtle shell so I could just hide!

Robbie: no I'm for the whole thing

Kenny: no I've been trying to get her to get with me for months and I started years ago

Robbie: but see youre too busy you don't know how to make time for her or how t9 make her laugh

Jesse: is that true? He knows how to do thwt for you?

Me: yeah. Matt, quit! You're not about to be watching porn and youre gonna get blue balls all night!

Matt face palms: i hate myself

Jesse: well You are insane aren't you?!?!

Matt eagerly: uh huh. And i think you need to leave Robbie!

Jesse: he used to take my hat and throw it out the front door. Sabrina found 5 hats under the porch one day all belonging to me because obviously i wouldn't leave but my hat would stay!

Robbie: he's a little orphan and hasn't found anyone to love yet

Me: hes like a poltergeist.

Jesse: well this is really romantic.

Me: yeah it's a little strange isn't it? And he's your son and every thing to top it all off

Jesse: do you care?

Me: no its just unexpected. Like when I saw you at Wal-Mart, Robbie.

Robbie: yeah I know! You ran off!

Me: well i didn't mean to initially. I turned to tell Annabelle but she was gone.

Robbie: yeah but you did linger, we noticed. Well my daughter did

Me: I saw you running after me

Robbie: yeah well I didn't know your car

MWII: ohhhh shit.

Me: yeah I guess that makes sense. But then you got in your truck and i thought your daughter had gone in the store

Robbie: yeah she did.

Bobby: omg this is romantic!

Me: you run really fast. Like I thought I was crazy I was all no.. he probably went in the store. No one with that short legs can move that fast! And then disappear!!!!

Chuck: remember that ghost truck yesterday?

Me: that shit was funny.., i was all dam I thought it was a real truck... Then i got disappointed it was!

Robbie: is that what made you cry, that I disappeared?

Me: no you waited to run.

Robbie: well i told her what I was gonna do first.

Bobby: which was what? I'm on the edge of my seat.

Robbie: follow her home.

Bobby: to do what?

Robbie: tell her how I feel.

Me: O.O oh

Robbie: you're as lame as me. Hey dad. She used to do this shit to me. All sure and secure of herself and I would be all "oh" "but" "uhhh"

Me: he was cute tho.

Robbie: oh i bet. Cause you kept doing it.

Jesse: well go get her and bring her to me so i can place my hands on her head and bless her

MWII: well go on now, you know I don't want to marry you

Me: no Jesse! You just wanna suck what's left of my brain!!!

I decide to go out and smoke...

Jon: she looks like me when I was 10 ans ahe wanted to save me from the kid factory and I said "this lady loves me too much!!"

(Jesse did)

Out side:

Me: Chuck

Chuck: do what you want

Me: no, Chuck give me some advice.

Chuck: I wanna marry you!

Me: Jesse! Please tell me you don't wanna fuck!

Jesse: i don't wanna fuck

Sunny: this is too funny!! Let me meet him and I'll tell you what to do. I'll be your bridesmaid. Me and Annie we will share duties

Candy: me too mom

Me: sunny! Well it sounded like you already decided!!!

MWII laughs hysterically: shes all WTF?!?!

And laughs forever.

Shome: no one can tell you what to do.

Me: I know.

Bobby: then why you ask?!

Me: it's just so sudden!

Eric: it's been over a year

Me: well see I been busy. And i was just telling Jesse and the kids that i don't need any one.

Bobby: but romance!

Me: but I'm not like that.. I've pretty much always been single

Bobby: well that's stupid if you believe in true love and you know MWII ain't gonna do that for you. He just tries to protect you. Thats all.

Jesse: you look sudden but you already knew. He did everything you wanted. Did what -- did you promise?

Robbie: yeah.

Jesse: see thats all I have to say to you.

Robbie: Well shit Sabrina don't forget to breathe!

Me: oh! Well shit!

MWII: shes so funny

Me: you and kept calling me dumb! And he was sitting there waiting why didn't you say something! Well shit!

MWII: cause i didn't want to! Fuck you bitch! You're my sister!

Me: well quit telling people you're my husband!

MWII: shut up. Don't contradict me!

Me: alright, so you'll need to meet the kids

Robbie: all?! 0.0

Me: what if I said yes?

Robbie: 2 and Candy. You know my 2 already love you.

Jesse: do they?

Me: mmmhmm

Jesse: how do you know?

Me: they told me.

Jesse: well shit, idc go on get married

Me: you gonna pay for my wedding, daddy? You know you always wanted to be my daddy.

Jesse: I don't talk about money with strangers that fuck my son

Me: how about kids you baby sit and encourage you to take back your living ane abused kids like Jon?

Jesse: that's your kid, too. I'm bored. Hurry up and get married so i have something to do.

Me: brain wssh us? Do our laundry? Dirty dishes? Cook us food?

Jesse: are you not an adult?

Me: half the time lately im five or 6 why? Dont act like you're not 22.

Jesse: don't tell my real age. People can do math you know.

Me: ok, well Robby. Let's hang out, I don't have time to schedule a wedding

Robbie: oh yes you do!

MWII: sabrina goes what?

Me: no I was just gonna argue. No open ended questions, you know I stand my ground.

Robbie: oh friendly banter!

Me: well why aint you called or anything?

Robbie: well You look busy! And i just been working. And to be truthful I did need my time, you were right.

Me: well You do run really graceful.

MWII: shut the fuck up Sabrina you're just a nerd. Just say it Jesse you know you want to

Jesse: I can't! I'm shocked and pleased! Im surprised she actually found someone to love.

Bobby: now Sabrina don't cry

Me: wow that's a tall order! It's easier to get married!

Jesse: she's a tough cookie, and it would be one of my kids. I think that's pretty amazing.

Me: you know me and the bestie talk about this...like men living on their own to get to know themselves before even thinking about marriage

Eric: well now its time!

Jesse: I was wondering why you get along so well. I remember the first time you saw her, your eyes lit up with joy. No not at your parents in Okmulgee

Me: oh Oklahoma. When I was walking in the street with tiffany

Jesse: yes

Me: and you hid your eyes

Robbie: i thought they were making fun of me and i was already married a month and a few days And unhappy. I didn't want you to deal with that

Me: then I saw you at UNM after i gradh9and went to have lunch with the bestie.

Jesse: how do you remember that?

Me: because both times I said how did hot and sexy get on this Earth and both times he ran away too fast. And I've only said that about him.

Jesse: O.O well go on get married then!! Sunny you don't need to meet him!! That's what I prayed for! I put that in Mr Gloom for her!! God works fast, doesn't he!!!.?

Me: yeah. I didn't put anything in it, I couldn't think of anything. I knew I work too hard not to be a success. So thank you.

Jesse: well aren't you a little bitch? Seriously. You didn't put anything?

Me: I didn't.

Jesse: you sent me the link and you didn't?

Me: I didn't get to it. I was busy trying to fix everyone else's.

Jesse: like you tried to fix his.

Me: i should put wrinkles tho, I noticed my frown lines are deep and solid

Jesse: there's always next year

Me: i figured if I just smiled more, they would go away on their own. So it looks like you already put it in for me this year.

Bobby: well fucking shit! Im gonna cry!

Just about every one else: its about time you catch up!!

Bobby breaths it back in: there I'm caught up... O no I'm not!

Robbie: well You know you could be kissing and they will pucker up.

Jesse: looks like I did it for you two times.

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