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jaymadii · 1 year

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ALWAYS [Kakashi Hatake x Male Reader]

You sat at the base of a tree limb, watching as young Naruto sulked at the attention Sakura gave Sasuke. He was throwing a typical tantrum; arms cross, red face, loud voice. All while his peers ignored his antics in favor of the task ahead. You were watching team 7 briefly today per Kakashi’s request, he said be had things to do and you never questioned him too far past that - it wasn’t particularly your business anyways. You had asked the team to do some chakra exercises, Sasuke was watching closely as Sakura demonstrated a technique he was struggling with. She was quite talented in the chakra department for her age.

Naruto was in a tizzy about how close the two were. Sasuke’s obvious disinterest in the young girl clearly wasn’t enough to sooth Naruto’s worries, if anything it seemed to make the boy even angrier. You had been watching this train wreck for a good twenty minutes now; oh, to remember what it was like to have a crush at their age. You remember having a crush on Rin when you were younger, she was so pretty and nice, the whole village had a crush on her - but that eventually fizzled out in favor a more sibling like bond with each other. The real feelings of love didn’t even begin to scratch the surface until you were 14.

It’s embarrassing to think about now; but you had convinced yourself that you were in love with Kakashi, maybe you were in love with him. He was always so calm and collected, and you remember feeling your heart drop to your stomach the first time he took his mask down in front of you - he was beautiful too. You were probably 16 at the time of your confession. He handled it like he handled anything to do with romance - with stuttering words and a red face.

He had let you down gently, saying that the feeling you think you perceive for him is mixed up with the feeling of familiarity you two have with each other - the bond you two formed after having lost everyone else; Rin, Obito, Minteo. Looking back you’re still not sure if that was the case, the way you had felt about Kakashi never matched the way you had felt about anyone else, but it was pointless trying to explain that to him - he made his feeling about you clear. You are family, nothing else.

Even though it was pointless, you still nurtured that flame you had for Kakashi when you were teenagers. As the years dragged on, it got continuously smaller and smaller, but never went out. A part of you was always going to have that feeling of love towards him, even though he would never love you back in the same way.

You had never talked about your confession. After your rejection you simply pretended that it never happened, and Kakashi never brought it up which you were infinitely grateful for. You lazily look over as Naruto jumps up on the tree brach with you, he is strangely quite as he takes a seat next to you.

“Y/N sensei?” You hum, still looking at the boy who looked like he is on the verge of a break down - poor kid. “How do you get so many girls to like you?” Well that’s not the question you were expecting.

“Aren’t you like 10?” You questioned, earning a disgusted scoff from Naruto.

“I AM 12!” Naruto yelled, suddenly all that pity you felt for him was gone. “SOME ADULT YOU ARE, NOT EVEN KNOWING THE AGE OF THE GENIN IN YOUR CARE! HOW OLD ARE YOU? 40?” You kind of wanted to push him off the tree now.

“Listen kid, all I’m saying is that you have plenty of years to worry about relationships. Maybe right now you should worry about the chakra techniques that you and your teammate are butchering.” You retorted, thumping the ankle biter in the middle of his forehead. Naruto tripped back holding his right hand to his head as he looked at you in anger. “Ask Kakashi how to get a girl, would ya?”

“Kakashi sensei is too busy with his head buried in that pervy book to even notice at a real life girl.” He huffed, it was fair - Kakashi has taken a unhealthy liking to romance novels. Wink wink. “But you, seem to have a good looking lady on your arm every time I see you.” Not true. Kind of true. You just so happened to be born with your father’s charm, which is very helpful when trying to find information out from an enemy, you’ve discovered. You just happen to use that gift for flirting also. Flattery gets you everywhere. Everyone likes attention and you just so happen to like giving attention - beside everyone knows you’re not the kind of guy to sleep with just anyone- it’s harmless. You really didn’t want to give that dating advice to a 12 year old kid though. Luckily, you felt another gentle dip in the tree branch you were sitting on - Kakashi.

“Well,” you stood up to stretch, “that’s my que.” you ruffled Naruto’s hair just for giggles, watching him try to shake your hand off his head. “It’s been a pleasure.” you turn your back to the both of them despite Naruto’s protests that your conversation is not over yet.

“Y/N” came Kakashi’s voice, you turned back to him. He spoke softly, uncharacteristic to his usually gruff voice he wore when he was around the kids. He was holding out something for you, a bento wrapped nice and neatly in a navy blue cloth. You hesitated, putting your hand out for it - did he make this? Kakashi hasn’t made you food for a very long time, not since he got his team at least. Which you have to admit, sucked because Kakashi was a great cook and you could barley make rice without the pot boiling over. You had been going out to eat a lot lately. Naruto’s was quietly watching the exchange between you two. “I had extras, and you complained yesterday that Ichiraku was going to be closed today.”

“Thank you, Kakashi.” You responded, taking the food from him, your finger brushed against each other. The bento was heavy, clearly packed to the brim. “I can always count on you for my heath.” You joked, oblivious to the heat brewing under the man’s mask. “I should go now, I have a long mission tomorrow I still need to prepare for.” On that note you disappeared, leaving Kakashi and Naruto alone on the branch.

Naruto stared at Kakashi sensei, a smug little grin slowly forming on his face. He was a perceptive kid when he wanted to be. Just as he was about to open his mouth for a smart remark, Kakashi pushed him off the tree.

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Not edited because it’s current 12:03am and I have work at 5 edited 3.24.23

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xplrvibes · 6 months

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So, I don't know if any of you heard, but Sam and Colby put out a video the other day that they have been hyping up for weeks as being one that will "change the world."

And I have thoughts about that.

Now, I want to preface this with two things:

Opinions are not law. My opinion is not going to now become the de facto/definitive version of events for all of time. I'm just one dope on the internet, out of gazillions. Keep that in mind, please.

Sam and Colby are NOT on tumblr, so they will not see my opinion. Even if they were, however, they did ask for any and all opinions, theories, and possible ways to debunk what happened, so nothing I say in this is shitting in the face of their entire lives and careers.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is this- I am not trying to tear them down, shit all over them, ruin their lives, or whatever. I am one person, with one opinion- and spoiler alert: my opinion is favorable. I really did thoroughly enjoy this episode. I am very happy for them and how everything turned out. I rated it an 8/10. That's really high praise, coming from me.

My opinion just isn't exactly what 99% of the shall we call them "dedicated" fanbase is saying right now.

And that is OKAY.

Now, with all my disclaimers and legal notices out of the way, the rest of this op-ed will be behind a cut for safe keeping:

Before I get into the meat of this whole video, I want to spend some time talking about the stuff that nobody is talking about: the first 20 minutes.

First of all, can I tell you that I have never been so happy and relieved in my life that these two spent the first day there alone? I'm going to be very honest with you- one of my biggest issues with this series heading into it, was that they brought on all these people that I do not care about (no offense to the people in question) to take part in this whole thing, and I just. don't. care. anymore.

I hate these collabs. I hate them all. Even if the person winds up being nice, like Niki- I'm fucking sick of it. So so so sick of it. I don't know these people, I don't have any loyalty to them, I think 99% of them do not take this seriously and act like fools and have childish potty humor and it's been getting me to the point where I have barely made it through some of their most recent videos.

So, seeing it be only Sam and Colby...ah, what a sigh of relief.

Seeing them together without all the yelling streamers (read my opening statements if this offends) just reminds me of how great they are together when it's just the two of them with no outside influence. They really sell themselves short- they are, and can very much continue to be, the star attraction. They would do well to remember that.

Anyway, early on in this video, something kind of interesting happens that is, as per their normal MO when this happens, never really brought up again (at least in this episode)- they go upstairs and Colby very casually announces that this one particular room makes him physically ill every time he enters it.

Now, anyone who's been on my blog long enough knows that one of my biggest pet peeves about snc is that they never let Colby and his literal gut instinct cook long enough. The man has, at the very bare minimum, a great instinct for sussing out the energy and vibe of a room but they never let him fucking sit there and do it. It drives me absolutely freaking nuts.

So, this is something that I'm highlighting because I hope they get more into it in a future episode...but the thing about Colby is, as soon as all the others show up, he'll just sit in the back and let the others pretend they're psychics the whole time and never mention this again...so I do not have high hopes.

Now, they come downstairs and Colby starts declaring the dining room as a safe area for him, only to turn around and be faced with his mortal nemesis...a cheap reproduction of Robert the Doll. This brings me to my next sub-topic:

Enough with the Fucking Doll.

No seriously. Stop. Stop with the cancer conspiracy, stop apologizing to the damn doll in the youtube comments- do you really think a 150 year old doll is signing onto youtube every morning to read 10k "I'm sorry for looking at you without your permission" comments? Who has time for that? Not even an immortal doll with cancer giving powers has time for that.

They sell this thing on their website. I watched Ozzy Osbourne blow the replica up with fireworks one time. Look how he turned out (ok, maybe bad example, I don't know).

Anyway...omg, the comments. The comments are so tiring and old. Stop please.

The other thing that happened early on that I want to touch on briefly is the echoing of Colby's voice. I'll get into this a little more later, cause it's one of the things that caused me to be very wary of events that happened later, but...while weird that it only echoed on Colby, I do think there's a few different avenues of logical explanation for that, so I'm not going to chalk it up to the paranormal. It could've been an audio malfunction from Colby leaning in and yelling so loudly, or it could've been...well, I'll explain what else it could've been when I get to the rest of this trip. Stay tuned.

A couple of funny/random things from the first 20 minutes that I want to highlight:

Sam just really really really needs Colby to share a bed with him, ok.

Colby- the man who was chugging Diet Pepsi (not even real Pepsi, wtf) on a 9am livestream after only getting home and eating SUBWAY at 3am the night before: "Imagine if all we drank was Pepsi lolz"

Colby manipulating Sam into staying in the basement by pointing out that Sam has to one-up Colby...that's masterclass. That's psychology 101. That just proves that Colby is the baby brother (or girlfriend, as Kris had indicated in her podcast) in this partnership. Sam's staying in that basement lol.

Apparently, The Boys are the ones who put the money down Raggedy Andy's shirt.

Colby's proud smile after explaining how the Perrin girl "flew through the air like a frisbee"...

This whole thing with the challenges- I will reserve judgement until I see how it plays out, but I don't think it's strictly necessary.

Alright, that's enough of that. Let's get into the elephant in the room for this episode: what the fuck is this alphabet game, and is it real?

Now, before I get into the method being used, I need to set the tone here by explaining the vibe I got from the new owner of the house, as well as Satori and Cody.

This is important, because I think it shaded my opinion on this whole thing way more than I would've liked it to, but that's the problem with vibes sometimes...they just take over.

I have never seen or heard of the new owner before in my life. I know who Cody is a little bit, because the Conjuring House has a TIKTOK ACCOUNT NOW (because why wouldn't it) and I know Satori is Jason Hawes' daughter, but that's about it. So, I did not go into this with any real preconceived notions.

But, within 10 seconds of meeting the new owner, I didn't vibe with her at all.

The vibe I got was somebody that is really pushing to turn this house into a money pit tourist attraction. I mean, they have a tiktok account now. They have a campground. It's an air bnb. And she just had that "hey, I need to make my money back on this investment somehow" vibe to her. I have a feeling that, as time goes on with this house, the truth behind some of the legends such as Bathsheeba will start to disappear so that the owner of the house can push the agenda that the movie had started pushing.

Witch babies and demonic possessions sell much better than "hey the town unfairly villainized this woman cause they didn't understand her, and the Warrens were crooks who preyed on a terrified family," after all.

So, I'm already going into this with a healthy distrust of the establishment, ok? And then Satori and Cody take hands and start...running through the alphabet?

And to be honest, my initial reaction was "now what the fuck."

I mean, I have a million questions. How the hell did they even discover this in the first place? And what ghost has time to sit there and play along with this? Like, from the ghost perspective, if the guy down the street has a much easier method for communication than making my ghost ass stand around and play morse code foot stomping games, I'm keeping it moving lol.

But yea, I was immediately skeptical. This is just so easy to fake. And there is, by the way, precedent for faking this kind of stuff. Lots of precedent. And actually, there was a precedent for this very method being debunked back in the 1800's. There was a group of sisters known as the Fox Sisters who populated a very similiar method back in the 1800s. They were eventually exposed as frauds when they admitted that they snapped their joints to replicate the tapping sounds.

Now, again- I was already skeptical of the owner of the house. I had started to become skeptical of Satori and Cody when Colby went to them to ask about the echo of his voice and they gave the most guilty sounding "no" ever on record when he asked if they had any audio recording in the house (because my bet on that is that they were watching him and Sam on cctv and didn't realize the sound would also pipe through, hence the echo that stopped a second later).

So, I'm already skeptical, and then they start employing this method that was debunked back in 1850 and you can imagine where my skepticism went from there.

Now, I want everyone to understand this- I do not believe Sam and Colby were faking any of this. Sam's reaction to hearing his grandma's name is a very genuine response to having someone tell you that they are communicating with a loved one that you thought you would never speak to on this earth again. I've been there, I know what that feeling is. You cannot replicate it.

And they were doing their level best to try and debunk the footsteps and knocking noises being heard throughout this entire thing, and I applaud them for being open and upfront about that to everyone in the room.

I also want to state, for the record, that I do believe in spiritualism in some form, and in the paranormal in some form. I am not a skeptic.

I do, however, know there are a lot of people out there who will use people's emotions against them and fake things like this for attention, clout, money, etc. It happens. So, skepticism in this situation is not unfounded.

Also, something else I'd like to point out- all of the information provided about the people they contacted is readily available and easy to find online. Sam has spoken about his grandmother several times over the years and her nickname, Libby, was in her obituary, which is accessible online. Sam's siblings' names are public knowledge. I, as a somewhat casual fan, have actually known about and have even seen a picture of Frank Brock before this episode aired.

This stuff is out there. It's searchable. It's not hard to find. Even Zach Bell, their producer- give me 10 minutes and I'm sure I could find some information on him, public figure or not. I would never do that, cause I'm not a creep- but someone could.

So...all of that is what is running through my head while this is going on. While I found it interesting, and truly do hope that nobody would be cruel enough to use someone like a beloved grandparent against someone in that manner, it does have to be said that there are just so, so many easy avenues for faking this. I was interested, intrigued, but not 100% on board with it being real.

For Sam's sake, and for Colby's parents' sakes, I hope all of this is true and not some kind of scam to schill tickets to go stay at the Conjuring House. And that's where I'm going to leave that.

Now, a few other things I found either interesting or funny that I would like to point out about Sam and Colby's paranormal ancestry.com journey here, before we move on:

Colby did not know Frank Brock, but then a minute later was like, "Oh yea, I did ancestry.com and I know Frank Brock!" Is he ok? Should we send him to get his cognitive memory ability tested?

Colby's whole entire family coming through and asking him to pass messages along to everyone else...kind of sweet, kind of sad. I wonder who in his lineage is watching out for him, and not Lesa and Layne and Bob and whoever else.

But hey, happy for him that he now has something to bring up at the family Christmas party lol.

Ok, so if anyone is still here reading this- cause damn is this thing long- I just want to really quickly wrap this up by touching on their later attempts to debunk this whole thing. Again, I applaud them for trying, and that really did go a long way to help a lot of people, and make them look more credible in everyone's eyes. I give them all the kudos in the world for that.

I don't love that they outed that random private citizen teacher lady's private info all over the internet, but guess what? When I google her, the first thing that comes up is an article talking about her death in connection to the Conjuring House so...take that how you will.

Anyway, I truly, truly hope, for their sake and their families, that this is real and not a scam being conducted by the people running that house. I will be brokenhearted for them if it is.

Now, my final thoughts on the matter: do I think this was a fantastic video? Yes, actually, I was quite pleasantly surprised. I was getting to the point of not wanting to watch it because of all the over-hyping they were doing, but I'm glad I did watch this, because it was really well put together, very interesting and intriguing, and definitely makes a mark.

Do I think it was life changing? No. To them, it was, but this method has been around in some way, shape or form for a long time, Satori and Cody have apparently done it on Ghost Hunters before, and talking to psychics to communicate with the other side has been a well documented phenomenon since dinosaurs roamed the earth.

Nonetheless, it was a fantastic start, and I do hope this momentum keeps up when the screaming streamers come to town.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #snc video review #xplr #disclaimer: opinions are not law they are opinions

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guccigarantine · 2 years

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Michael Woe.Begone is the most character of all time and I refuse to shut up about him so please enjoy 4 minutes of everyone’s favorite time traveling cowboy

Transcript:

Mike: Anne found some settings that suggested that “excess travelers” as we had been calling them could be “consolidated”. I was skeptical. I couldn’t imagine a scientific mechanism through which that was possible. Once it happened you defacto had two different people with two different minds. I knew first hand how different, how disagreeable and incoherent those minds could be. One of mine was a fucking cowboy.

[Honk from episode 73 begins playing]

“Hey Mikey, nice to meet you. Name’s Michael, around here they call Mikael.”

“Well, Mikey boy good news is big dog Mike Walters here to bail you out.”

“I’m too damn old for people to call me Mikey. I’m leaning into this whole grizzled old man thing.”

“Well, I don’t wanna get blood on my clothes and, uh you’re the worst dressed here so I think it should be you.”

“Enunciate my boot up your ass how’s that for grizzled old man talk?”

“’Cuz I’m smooth as butter partner.”

“You see her face when I tipped my hat? She got a kick out of it.”

“Damn straight partner.”

“I’ll have you know I’m the fastest gunslinger in this whole car.”

“I understand Cthulhu he’s literally just a guy chilling.”

“I’m just a cowboy with a heart of gold.”

“Surprise buckaroo it was me all along.”

“Gimme my hat back you ungrateful, green horned, son of a—“ [STATIC]

“Ornery is what he is. Ornery, what a word. Ornery. Ornery.”

“We kill people all the time and normally it’s just ‘cause someone told us to and we don’t even get to eat those people.”

“It’s a dummy LinkedIn page. Did you think I had a real LinkedIn page? What would I put on it?”

“Those were tactical cheese burgers.”

“Yep, he’s touching my bumper!”

“Hey! Wake up fuckass!” [SMACK]

“I’m a goddamn cowboy.”

“Get your finest hostage taking attire on pilgrim.”

“It’ll be fine… or we’ll die. I think it’s about fifty fifty.”

“Eyes on the prize Mikey-bear.

“The end with the hole in it is the one you point at the other guy.”

“You know you’re a lot easier to stuff into a car dead.”

“Mike, I know you’re a scared little puppy-dog in an unforgiving world but just take his phone, okay? I need you to do this for me it’s not weird until you make it weird.”

“Ahoy matey. If it isn’t the scurvy cur, Mike Walters.”

“We are in the Gulf of Alaska. You’ll never guess what ocean that’s in.”

“It’s high noon, pilgrim.”

“Get in dipshit, we’re going for a ride!”

“And if I’m not back by then you can assume that I got enticed by a merman.”

“Look all the way out there and then out there too— every direction. See all the favor you did us.”

“Hang onto your hat partner!”

“I should join the rodeo.”

“Shame I don’t got my hat. Hope he can still tell that I’m a cowboy.”

“Did I leave the oven on? Whatever.”

“Darn tootin.”

“Bruno! [Snaps] Сидеть! Хорош! Хорош, Bruno!”

“Turns out waking up to your upper half being separated from your lower half by some drywall ain’t pleasant.”

“Darn tootin.”

“I’d take you lot yelling over Mike’s baby voice he keeps doing for the dog.”

“Howdy, Mikey.”

“Hey, you little snitch.”

“Quit yelling over each other, you’re scaring Bruno. Sorry Bruno. Сидеть.”

“Shuffle the deck better next time dipshit.”

“Mike, I swear if you don’t throw that ball for him you and Bruno are going missing too.”

“Yes, sir Mr. Walters! I’ll be a good boy.”

“I bought him a whole chicken just for him.”

“Anyway, I love that movie, Grizzly Adams. It’s really gay.”

“Must of got you two mixed up then huh? Guess I’m lyin’ then.”

“I would be rubbin’ it in.”

“Shit! Shit! What time is it?”

“Was they close? Apologies Charlie, he don’t know everything I do.”

“I fucked up!”

“We killed him,” Michael said. “Mikey, we’re trying to recruit her we can’t pussyfoot around.”

“10-4 good buddy.”

“The Cowboy Iteration, if you will.”

“Get it together quick Mike I done fucked up.”

“Be seein’ y’all,” Michael tipped his hat.

[Music fades out]

Michael: Do you think that he thought that was my actual voice?”

Mike: Maybe not at the very end, but for almost the whole time, yeah I think he did!

#woe.begone #w.bg #audio post #if you find yourself saying wait you didn't include this one bit! dont worry Im making another one #this one is just already over 4 minutes and if it were any longer my laptop would explode #is some of the editing and mixing on this bad? sure is! but did i have fun making it? hell yeah #i bought a new external hard drive specifically so i could make this so yall better appreciate it

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laceratedlamiaceae · 1 year

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A list of petty reasons I hate Edward Teach

please don't take this too seriously lol, it's half me joking and half me psychoanalyzing myself

#1: He reminds me of my dad. The scene in episode four where Izzy is trying to get him to stop focusing on stupid bullshit because they're all about to die and then Ed suddenly starts stomping around and yelling about how he's bored brings me back to walking on eggshells so I wouldn't piss my dad off, although at least my dad just got really passive-aggressive when he was mad instead of yelling like that.

#2: He stole my look. I know long hair + beard + leather pants + leather jacket isn't exactly revolutionary but it's still annoying, especially since he pulls it off better than I do (for now; we'll see who looks better when I'm twenty years older and actually have biceps).

#3: He reminds me of my only real childhood friend who would ignore me in favor of his other, cooler friends but then gave me just enough attention to keep me hanging on whenever I tried to move on. I'm pretty sure Con O'Neill mentioned in some interview that he played Izzy like someone in that exact situation.

#4: People on here are annoying about him. I know this is the people being annoying about characters website, but there's a fun way to do it (which is how I like to think I am about Izzy) and an exhausting way. Also so many people are completely wrong about him, which doesn't help.

#5: He reminds me of my dad, part 2. The way he treats Izzy is so similar to the way my dad was with my mom before they got divorced; he would do something that affected both of them without thinking about her, then get super passive aggressive when she got rightfully annoyed by him.

#6: He's mean to a character I like. Speaking of the way he treats Izzy, it isn't great! Izzy isn't that nice to Ed either but since I already dislike Ed I don't really have a problem with that.

#7: I envy him. Why does he get to be so open and emotional and vulnerable and cringy and pathetic and embarrassing and still be loved and supported? I know that by wanting him to suffer like I did before I learned to stop being like that I'm being the emotional equivalent of those people who don't think student debt should be cancelled because they had to pay it off but I can't help the way I feel.

#8: He's too emotionally volatile. It's genuinely frightening to see him go from acting normal to suddenly expressing an emotion, like when he gets angry at the French captain in episode five or when he starts laughing and smiling so obnoxiously with Calico Jack. I don't like people who are so unpredictable and where I'm from it's considered rude to show such strong feelings in public. (actually now that I think about it, maybe that's not great? but I'm used to it so anything else makes me uncomfortable)

#9: He reminds me of my dad, part 3. Once me and my sister were out somewhere with my dad and I mentioned that I was thirsty so he took us to some super fancy restaurant just to get something to drink because it was close by and then after we were seated he waited for like five minutes before he changed his mind and we just walked out. I felt very uncomfortable the whole time because it was very clearly not a place to just casually get a drink. Anyways that just seems like something Ed would do and I don't like it.

#10: He's a poser. He pretends to be goth but as soon as a preppy guy shows interest in him he drops it completely. It's fine to be a foppish fancy man but you have to own it; it's just lame if you can't commit.

#wow this got long #i really needed to vent apparently #actually as i was writing this i realized that number 7 is really the crux of it. i should probably talk to my therapist about that one huh #just by typing this out i think i've kind of gotten over it #not gonna tag this #see how easy it is not to post hate in the tags?#looking at you izzy haters #rambling

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y0url0calcann1bal · 1 year

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Spooky laughs

Skid and Pump where hanging out at a Halloween night with a whole box filled with candies.

Haha! Hey skid what do we do now?

Hmm how about we- Skid was interrupted by the one and only "Bob Vesleb" (idk if thats how his name is)

Play hide and seek. Bob said im a creepy voice that spooked the kids.

Ooh! Thats a great idea unknown person that scared us!

I'll count and you two go hide winner gets more candy~ Bob told them as he had an idea on his mind, he really didn't wanna kill these two kids and he was surprised he didn't want to. While he was thinking he saw the two pair running to hide as he closed his eyes and started counting to 10.

Ready or not, here I come~ He started looking for them as he looked to his left to see the two kids. He tip-toed behind them as he said.

"I found you~"

AAAAAH! The kids screamed jokingly as he scooped them up and the giggled.

"Alight alright you won." Skid said.

Well now there's always a punishment for the losers~ Bob told them as they got really curious.

And may the punishment beguin in 3...2...1

He wiggled all his fingers on the Skid and Pump's little bellies as they laughed shocked by the tickling.

Hahahahhaha! Hehehehy atahahahp that hahahahahaah!! Skid laughed

Ahahahahahahh nahahahaha stop haehehehheehhehahahaha! Pump also laughed wirh Skid.

My my such laughter you two have. Would be such a shame if I would do this~ He blew a big raspberry on skids neck and next on pump.

HAAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHO MOREHEHEHEHEHEHE!

HEHEHEHELP UHUHUHUHSS HAHAHAHAHAAH!

Bob continued the tickling for a few minutes only to be heard the sound of da police woop woop (LOL THATS STUCK IN MY F* HEAD FOR WEEKS) Anyways back to the fic.

Uh-oh time to go. Here's your candy, I gotta go now! Bob rushed as he left the kids gigging.

hehehah. Ahare you ohohokay Puhump?

Haha ih haaham. They both started panting as Lila rushed to them with June (idk what her name is)

Kids! She yelled as she grabbed Skid and hugged him tight. "Oh where where you two?!"

A big red devil guy played hide and seek with us!

Yeah and he won and we lost but he was nice enough and still gave us extra candy as a reward!

Oh my godness well atleast you are okay lets get you home.

They all went home as the night went on.

The end

#spooky month #bob velseb

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 8

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Warnings: jealousy, slight manipulation, sexual tension, angst.

"So then the guy says to the housekeeper, make sure she's dead. Stop me if you've heard this one before," Pierce said. He laughed loudly, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed. He'd been droning on for the better part of 2 hours, and none of us could leave.

"That would have been nice 127 minutes ago!" Jeff groaned. Britta nodded in agreement.

"Anyways, the housekeeper says we don't have a pool...and the guy s-"

"Good morning GREENDALE!" the PA system boomed. I felt a wave of relief as I heard Dean Pelton on the system, "just a reminder that our debate team will bring home the championship tomorrow, versus City College. GOOOOO Human Beings!"

"GREAT!" Pierce groaned, "I lost where I was...I'll just start the whole joke over again!"

"NO!" Britta and I said simultaneously. We both looked at one another. We were both sort of on edge from giving up smoking.

Pierce looked confused, "I thought you guys wanted to hear the story."

I felt bad as he gave us the saddest look. Jeff raised a brow at me. Britta went for the jugular,"I've got a joke for you. A doddering old fool walks into a bar, tells a stupid joke, and I CRUSH HIS WINDPIPE with my three-ring binder."

Shirley fake laughed, but gave me a look of concern, "I don't get it."

"Britta is trying to give up cigarettes," Jeff sighed. For the past few days he and I have been taking turns making sure Britta was alright, and it was driving the both of us insane. She had somehow managed to trick me into giving up the cigarettes as well. Jeff turned to me, "by the way it's your day."

"I'm still not talking to you," I hissed under my breath, “so you can go to hell.”

He crossed his arms.

"HEY," Britta yelled at him, "don't tell them my business. I will smack that smug look right off your pointy face."

I held back a smile. It was nice to see Britta going off on him.

Ever since the night under the stars, I hadn't really talked to Jeff, unless you counted trying to get Britta away from cigarettes. I was mad at the comments he made. It didn't matter if he was upset over losing his condo. You don't say that kind of a thing to a friend.

"Britta," Jeff began, "I'm saying this because I care about you and you're my friend. And it's Tawney’s Day to make sure you don't...but you need to start smoking again."

"Come on, Britta," I said, reaching across the table to her, "You are a strong, independent woman, who doesn't need a cigarette. We can do this, girl!"

Just about everyone else though, sided with Jeff.

"Guys I really appreciate the support," Britta said sarcastically. But she turned and looked to me, taking my hand, "but Tawney is right. I have to quit this time. Hell, she even stopped with me!"

"You did?" Jeff asked, looking at me. I nodded, "well that makes more sense."

I shot him a quick death glare and turned my attention back to the rest of the group.

"Have you thought about hypnotherapy, Britta?" Pierce asked, "I know a dynamite hypnotherapist."

"10 to 1 says it's him," Jeff said trying to joke with me. I sneered at him, “fine…”

"His name is Pierce Hawthorne," Pierce smiled, "and I'm very effective."

"Can you help me block out people's voices that I find annoying?" Jeff asked.

"Jeff," Pierce said in an awkward tone. He tried blocking his face from Britta, but nodded in her direction," She's right there."

"Pierce I would be grateful for your help."

"You would?" He asked. Britta nodded again, and he nearly jumped out of his seat, "Super! I'll set it up."

Jeff gave her a look and she shrugged, "What? I feel bad for him. Plus, I just yelled at him."

"You just yelled at me too!"

She gave a mock sad face," Oh did I hurt your feelings? Winky face?"

"Wow," Jeff said, mocking a hurt expression, "wow."

Troy came running in, his laptop in his hands, "Have you seen the film departments website?"

"What do you think?" Jeff asked.

Troy set the computer down and opened it, "all of Abed's films are about us."

"What?"

"Check it out."

We all stood up and moved around his laptop. A video began playing where Jeff was living out of his car.

"We had this exact conversation last week," Britta said in an outrage, "is he turning in everything we do for a short film?"

"NO!" Troy said worriedly, "Abed posted this two weeks ago."

"Ohh," Shirley said in a scared manner, "that boy is a soothsayer."

"This is wrinkling my brain," Troy said, in amazement. Just then the video played a clip where the person playing Troy copied what he said. Our eyes went wide. Troy was in shock, "That's wrinkling my brain!"

'Get a load of these wrinkles' an older guy said.

"Who's the old guy?"

'Hi, I'm Pierce Hawthorne'

"Oh, come on," Pierce groaned, "Abed made me some old weirdo."

"I think he did more than that."

We watched a few of the old episodes from this past semester, and it was like it knew everything.

Britta kissed Jeff.

She and Vaughn broke up.

Annie having a crush on Troy.

Troy asking out a girl and rejecting Annie in the process.

Jeff coming over, late at night.

I hadn't told him any of that though. And yet, in his short films, Jeff was spending the night to 'study.'. But we clearly weren't studying in that short. Did Abed think something was going on with me and Jeff, and this was his way of getting it out?

I looked at him, but he refused to look me in the eye.

"We need to talk to Abed."

The next day when we met up in the study room, I wasn't the new, cool me who wore well-fitted clothes and heels. I had reverted back to my wardrobe from the beginning of the semester. I didn't need to stand out. If anything, I needed to blend in more.

When I got to the study room it was just me and Jeff. He did a double take as I sat next to him, "you look different."

I took a moment to close my eyes. I was so nervous to talk to him. I didn't know what to say. I knew there was nothing between us, but if Abed put that in his film, he had to have thought that maybe something was there.

"I'm not saying it's bad or anything I ju-"

"I don't think we should have study sessions anymore."

I didn't look up. I kept my eyes on the table in front of me.

"What?"

"I don't think we should have study sessions at my dorm anymore," I said, shaking my head, "You and I both know there's nothing going on between us...but Abed...he must think something is going on if he keeps putting us 'studying' in his short films. I don't think we should hang out unless the rest of the group is with us."

"Oh." When he didn't say anything else I looked up. He was biting his top lip, "are you and Abed officially a thing?"

I nodded, "yeah. Uhm, since the Halloween party. I just...I don't want anyone having the wrong impression, especially since Shirley and Troy are convinced that his films somehow can tell the future. They uh. They also shouldn't know that we've actually been studying together."

"Okay," he said slowly. He turned in his seat, so he was fully facing me, "You know that you didn't have to change the way you looked though, right?"

"I was obviously getting some kind of attention," I said, stuttering through it, "I shouldn't have been dressed like that. Anyways. I'm not even comfortable in those clothes...I was trying to be something I'm not...I donated them all last night."

"Well, you shouldn't have," he whispered as a few of the group came in, "And don't say you weren't comfortable in it. I caught you checking yourself out on more than one occasion...and while I haven’t had time enough alone with you to give you a formal apology, like the one you deserve…I’m sorry about last week…"

I felt myself blush. Jeff greeted everyone as they came in.

Abed was the last to come in, "I know what you are all gonna say...Troy's been leaving me voicemails all yesterday. You guys watched my movies on the website."

Shirley got up and began pointing at him, "He's a witch."

"GET HIM!"

"Troy," I called out, "Shirley."

"No," Abed said, raising his hands in his own defence, "I'm not a witch. I'm just a student of human character. I know you guys all so well that I can predict your behavior. Like Tawney...I'm sorry for how you're portrayed. I put in a story line about you and Jeff once you started dressing fancier. Part of me knew you would get rid of that look...I missed this. I think you look beautiful just the way you are."

Annie and Shirley cooed at him. I crossed my arms, feeling more vulnerable then ever. When I didn't respond he moved down to Shirley, " And Shirley. I know that you're a sweet, Christian, generous woman."

"Oh that's nice." he said at the same time she did to prove a point.

"I also know that you have thinly veiled rage issues."

"Careful boy!" he copied once more. She looked at him in shock, then she shut down, crossing her own arms. She had the same look I did. I could read her feelings from across the table. She felt vulnerable too.

"Here," Abed said, opening his laptop, "may I?"

"Yeah!"

"Jeff's character acts like nothing around here affects him," Abed explained, "but things bother him more than he lets on. He's also very vain."

We watched a clip of him being outraged over Pierce's character having a higher GPA. We looked at him. He began checking his nails, pretending not to care, "pfft. That's ridiculous."

Everyone gave a collective 'ohh,' an acceptance and approval of what he was saying. Troy got upset and looked at Abed.

"Why am I crying? Will I accidentally listen to Come Sail Away by Styxx again?"

"You don't have to worry Troy," Abed said reassuringly, “It’s just a movie. I can't predict the future."

The movie plays a scene where Pierce hurts his leg. And a moment later he walked in, a cast on his leg.

"What up happy people? He asked. He took one look at Jeff and began to chuckle, "By the way Jeff, I think your shirt is trying to get out of your pants."

"You tell me what's going to happen right now to me you evil wizard."

"Shirley relax," Annie said, trying to calm her down, "Like Abed said, it's just a m-oh my god, is Jeff kissing Tawney?"

"Look, she's even wearing her old clothes," Troy pointed out, “just like in the film!”

Abed looked at me, and I could see confusion in his eyes. Like he was actually starting to doubt what he was telling us, and that he was actually being meta.

'Come on Tawney, let's go study.'

"I don't think they're going to be studying!" Shirley said, kissing her crucifix.

"I think we're gonna go!" Abed said, grabbing his laptop and my hand. He didn't stop as Shirley and Troy began to demand their future. He didn't stop when a few of the kids in his film class tried to bug us on the main floor of the library. Instead, we went to the student lounge by the cafeteria.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to search for the words, "I shouldn't have done any of this. I know they say life imitates art, but I'm starting to think that what I'm putting together is coming true because I willed it that way."

"Abed I-"

"No," he said, shaking his head, "I have to do something crazy. So crazy that it can't happen. I have to do re-shoots. Shirley has to get chased by a werewolf. And Annie has to kiss Jeff too. And we have to find out that Pierce is a genius. It's the only way, Tawney. I have to fix this. Just promise me you'll stay away from Jeff until I fix it!"

And before I could argue, he ran off, leaving me all alone.

Jeff’s POV

Man is inherently bad.

Jesus, this shit is getting into my head. We’d seen some more of Abed’s videos, and not only did I kiss Tawney, but now I’d kissed Annie in t hem too.

I looked up to see Annie's breasts right in my face as she explained something for the debate tomorrow.

I have to get out of here.

I don't want to kiss Annie. I don't see her like that. But that tight litt-

"Jeff what about your phone!"

"I'll get another one!" I said, running out of the study room. I ran down the stairs and smacked right into none other than Tawney.

"Oh man…" I muttered.

She looked at me, extremely confused. I didn't help her pick up her books. I was staring at her. She wasn't wearing her old frumpy clothes. Instead, she was wearing a white blouse, and a pencil skirt. She looked like some kind of sexy librarian, and I wanted nothing more than to turn in an overdue book just so she c-

"Thanks," she huffed, “I-I’m sorry I ran into you.”

"Shit," I said, snapping out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry. I'm just caught up in this stupid thing with Abed's films."

"He told me!" she sighed.

"What happened to your old clothes?"

"Someone bumped into me and got soup all down the front of my shirt and jeans," she said disappointedly, "I didn't have time to run back to my dorm, but I had this lucky number in my locker."

She referenced her body, and I had to remind myself to breath. From my vantage point I could see the curves of her hips, and how her the lace of her bra was peaking up at me. I wanted to destroy that innocence she had.

"Jeff?" she asked, standing back up, "are you okay?"

"No," I admitted. My body felt warmer than normal. Breathing seemed extremely foreign to me, "I'm not okay. All of this stuff is messing with me. I know Abed isn't some mystical meta human bu-"

"It's scary," she said, cutting me off. I nodded. She took my hand in her own free one, "just because his show says you have to do something, doesn't mean that you do."

"Yeah," I said, taking a deep breath, "you're right. I'm an adult. I control my own destiny. Not Abed's stupid show."

I took a moment to myself and focused on my breathing. She let my hand go, and I opened my eyes. This time I was fully taking in every part of her. Her hair perfectly framed her face, and while she was wearing her thick framed glasses, I didn't mind.

She smiled at me, and I took a step back, onto the stairs after realizing there was only a few inches between us.

"Jesus…I-I-" I muttered, realizing that was an even bigger mistake. Stepping back gave me the perfect view of her cleavage again. The black lace complimented her caramel skin, and I couldn't stand it. I felt blood rushing to other organs.

I need to get out of here.

"Jeff?"

"I should go," I said, fumbling with my keys. I dropped them, and when she bent over to pick them up her blouse opened up even more, and I could see just how that bra cradled her breasts. I stepped around her, trying to keep distance between us, and I bumped into Garret as I saw her full heart-shaped ass being hugged by the pencil skirt.

"Your keys?"

"I'll get new ones!" I practically shouted racing out of the library.

I ran as fast as I could away from her, until I reached my car. Taking a few deep breaths, I realized that I had to get my keys, or at least my phone. I felt faint. It felt like my pulse was racing, but I couldn't take in enough oxygen. The blood wasn't traveling fast enough.

I looked down and realized I'd had another problem. A throbbing erection.

"Oh, come on."

"I can't believe that actually happened," Britta said as she turned towards Pierce. They started walking off in a separate direction and I made my way to the edge of campus. I tried to think of anything to get me out of the weird headspace I was in, “you’re a genius.”

Annie had kissed me. Sure, it was because she was trying to prove a point and win the debate...

Or was she?

Was she secretly attracted to me and using this as an excuse to get closer?

But what about Britta?

I looked up and I realized I'd walked most of the way across campus and was almost at the lot. I could see Tawney making her way to the parking lot. She stopped at my car and sat on the hood.

"Congrats on the win," she said with a smile. I grinned as she held up my keys, "you left these with me yesterday."

"Sorry about that," I said, stopping right in front of her, "yesterday was kind of weird."

"Yeah," she said with a nod, "it was. Hey, Annie did kiss you though. Abed called it."

"I guess Abed really is a fortune teller," I joked, “our destinies are tied to him now.”

"I wouldn't say that," she replied, laughing along, "not everything came true."

"No," I said in agreeance, "no it didn't."

Every thought I'd had of Annie just a few minutes before faded as she hopped off the hood and fixed her shirt. The way it had ridden up I could see the smallest bit of her hips and the beginning of her low-rise jeans. She went to take a step and one of the heels broke. She tripped but I caught her in my arms.

Our bodies melded together perfectly as I held her. The smooth skin felt warm beneath my fingertips. Her shirt had ridden up again, but she didn't seem to notice. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Our faces just inches apart.

We both sensed the danger. But I didn't want to push away from her. I wanted to lean just a little bit closer. I wanted to taste her on my lips.

Tawney’s POV

“This is all too much for me,” Britta said. She reached into her purse and grabbed the pack. She handed me one, and we both got ready to light up. For something as silly as a debate, we had all gotten super invested in it.

“Oh my god,” I cried out to her,” I can’t do it either. Light me up.”

Simmons ripped up his cards and Whitman called for a rebuttal. He turned around his wheelchair and started going full speed at Jeff and Annie. A few feet before he reached them, he stopped, launching his own body through the air.

It was a hail mary.

But Jeff caught him.

Jeff caught the bastard.

“HE HATES ME, YET HE CAUGHT ME,” Simmons said, pointing out the obvious thing that’d just happened, “MAN! IS! GOOD!”

The crowd erupted in a bunch of cheers. I looked at Britta in shock.

“Did that crazy disabled kid really jus-“

“Yep!” I responded, cutting her off.

We sighed, looking at poor Annie. She looked destroyed. Then, an idea popped into her head, and she smiled. Quickly she grabbed Jeff’s face and began to kiss him.

Jeff dropped him and turned just enough to grab onto her hips. She let go of him and turned to the crowd, “he was horny, so he dropped him. MAN. IS. EVIL!”

The crowd re-erupted into cheers again as they announced that Greendale were the winners of the championship. Britta turned to me, “so did Abed predict everything right? Did he kiss you too?”

“Oh god, no,” I laughed, shaking my head, “Jeff and I….no!”

She took a second to compose herself then began to nod along with me. Britta smiled, “maybe it just is a series of movies.”

“yeah,” I agreed, “though, I’m sort of sad that Abed doesn’t have me and him together in them.”

While part of me was relieved that Jeff hadn’t kissed me, and that part of Abed’s film didn’t come true, I’d thought a lot about what happened the other night. How Jeff had left his keys with me.

Britta dropped her cigarette, coming to her own realization, “Oh god. We’ve both kissed Jeff Winger. Annie and I have both kissed the same guy!”

Everyone was running towards Jeff and Annie, congratulating them on the win. They all started going outside. I dropped my cigarette as we made our way out. Britta ran up to Pierce, “Pierce I can’t smoke a cigarette without thinking about a three-way in your hot tub.”

“Really?”

He smiled, and she hugged him, “you’re a genius.”

I ran up to Abed, catching him just as he hit the steps outside, “hey.”

I kissed him on the cheek, but he seemed caught up in something else.

“Who was the third?” Pierce asked.

“Let’s take this bacchanalia outside,” Professor Whitman yelled, “it’s a full moon tonight.”

Abed’s eyes went wide, “Shirley. I gotta warn Shirley.”

Without warning, he was off, and I was left alone again. Britta was behind me still, talking to Pierce. I could just see Jeff behind a few classmates. Not really wanting to make conversation I started walking away from the crowd.

I started walking off towards the parking lot Jeff usually parked in. I don’t know where he spent last night, but he left his keys with me. The least I could do was to return them. As I crossed the quad, more and more people disappeared, until it felt like I was the only person in the world. When I reached Jeff’s car I sat down on the hood. He wasn’t too far behind.

“Congrats on the win,” I said with a smile. He began to grin as I held up his keys, “you left these with me yesterday.”

“Sorry about that,” he said, stopping right in front of me, “yesterday was kind of weird.”

He had perched himself between my legs. I felt my breath catch in my throat, but I pretended like nothing was different or off-putting.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod, “it was. Hey, Annie did kiss you though. Abed called it.”

“I guess Abed really is a fortune teller,” he joked. He looked uncomfortable even mentioning Abed. I felt a pang in my chest, as I realized what I wanted. I wanted that kind of attention, where someone was pining over me. With Abed, it almost began to feel robotic, “I guess that means our destinies are tied together.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I replied, laughing along. I was playing into his hand, “not everything came true.”

“No,” he said in agreeance, “no it didn’t.”

I hopped off the hood and fixed my shirt. I’d felt a breeze hit my midriff, and when I looked at it, my cami was already beginning to ride up again. The way it had ridden up I was sure he could see the smallest bit of my hips and peeking out from beneath my clothes. Realizing how much closer we were now; I went to take a step and one of the heels broke. I started fumbling backwards, but I felt his arms wrap around my waist, grabbing my hips, and pulling me towards him. I began to reverse my direction, but now I was falling into his arms.

Our bodies melded together perfectly as he gripped onto my hips.

His fingers felt rough against my hips, and slightly cool. It sent a shiver up my spine. My shirt had ridden up again, but this time I didn’t care. I wanted him to see me. To feel me. Touching me. My arms wrapped around his neck. Our faces just inches apart.

We both sensed the danger. I could tell that much. He knew the position we were in just as well as I did, but we didn’t care. The danger of it all just made it sexier. I wanted to lean just a little bit closer. I wanted to know exactly how Jeff felt about me. I wanted to know just how sweet his lips were.

"Hey is this thing on?" The dean asked, through his small microphone. A few students nodded at him. I returned to my latte. Pierce waved me down to sit with the group, "Can you guys hear me? Okay. Well, uhm, good morning. I'm here to kick off the first day of our new tradition at our school called Green Week."

"What?" Pierce asked, "first we have a month of black history, now we're blowing seven days on the irish."

"All this week, Greendale college is becoming so earth smart that we're changing our name to Envirodale."

"But we're already called Greendale," Star burns called out, “that’s stupid to change the name!”

"Well there's also going to be a free rock and roll concert by a certain band called Green Day," He said, trying to hide the obvious flaw that he just tried renaming the school, "Does that make you happy?"

Some of the students cheered. Behind me I could hear Star Burns muttering that it did not make him happy and he didn't really care. Dean Pelton turned to his assistant for a moment, then practically threw the microphone at her.

"So are you guys ready for the test?" Annie asked coming up to us.

I shook my head. Pierce and Shirley began waving her off. Britta shrugged.

"I'm super nervous," she admitted, "what if he put extra stuff on the test, like last time?

"I guess we just have to wing it."

I felt myself cringe as I said Jeff's normal line when it came to one of Senor Changs' tests. He didn't look up from his phone.

Ever since the night he and Annie won the debate team championships things had been even weirder for us. While we hadn't kissed, I felt guilty. And it was obvious that he did too. There was some sort of animal magnetism between the two of us that night, that I couldn't get out of my head.

"Hey?" Troy asked, tapping my shoulder, "you coming?"

I was pushed from my thoughts, and I grabbed my bag. The rest of the table had cleared out, but Troy was kind enough to wait for me. He was just as nervous about the test as everyone else. When we got to our seats, Chang had already put the tests face down on the desk for us.

"Uh uh uh," he jeered, picking up his stopwatch, "you all know that you are not allowed to touch the test until I say go."

We waited for a few seconds, and he raised his hand like he was about to say go.

Instead, he sneezed. Toby flipped over the test. He ripped the test out of Toby's hands and slammed it on the desk, "NO. I didn't say you could go. For that, Toby I'm penalizing you ten minutes. Startingggggggg now!"

"But Senor Ch-"

"Ten minutes, Toby," Senor Chang said, sitting in his rolling chair, “Everyone else…go!”

I flipped my test over and tried to answer as much as I could. Annie was right. He had added more things into the test. There was stuff that I didn't recognize at all.

Towards the end of class I managed to look up. Most of the class was still hard at work on their tests. Everyone except Jeff.

He was confidently staring at Senor Chang, who was face down at his desk, with his stopwatch raised. I heard a beeping and was jolted. Jeff's head snapped back to me, but just as quickly it snapped back.

"PENCILS DOWN!"

Most of the class followed his instructions, dropping their pencils and putting their hands up. Just about everyone, except Annie.

Shirley tried whispering her name to help her out, but Annie was powering through, ignoring the whispers. She was in her own little world, and damn it, she wanted to finish that test.

Senor Chang cleared his throat. She looked up very slowly and was met with his smiling face. He grabbed her desk, while she was still seated in it, and dragged her right outside the classroom, before shutting the door.

"I want all of you to write a one-page essay in Espanol entitled Annie's mistake!" he said simply.

Pierce raised his hand, "why doesn't Annie have to write it?"

"Okay," he said, nodding his head, "Two pages, entitled the consequences of questioning authority!"

"Uhh this is Spanish 101, Senor Chang," Shirley said, raising her hand, "I know how to say hello, tomorrow, and that tables are female. That's the only Spanish you taught us."

"Oh. Okay," he said slowly, "SIX pages on ignorance."

The class groaned and a few more people raised their hands. Britta audibly disagreed with their actions, "Guys, come on. Really?"

"Shut up," Buddy said, raising his hand, “Senor Chang?”

"GUYS, put your hands down!" Britta said, trying again. She turned back to facing Senor Chang, "Senor Chang, please continue. We respect your authority."

"Thank you, Britta," Chang smiled, "20 pages, on ass kissing. Due Monday."

Annie knocked on the window. Chang looked at her. She pointed to her notebook, "Senor Chang? This Monday?"

"Alright, get out of here," he said, going back to his desk, "Class dismissed. Leave your tests on the desk."

We started getting up and gathering our stuff.

"Miss Michaels. Stay after a second."

I gulped, holding my breath.

Was Senor Chang going to somehow punish me?

"I really should get go-"

I said, trying to get out of it. Chang glared at me, "SIT!"

I immediately sat back in the desk and watched everyone else around me leave. When he was sure no one else was around, he went and grabbed Annies desk, pulling it back in the room. Then he closed the door.

"Senor Chang?"

"Shut up," he groaned, "collect the tests for me then get out. Got it?"

I nodded, feeling like a weight was lifted off my chest. I hurried as quick as I could to gather the tests, before placing them on his desk.

Chapter 9

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goldie90 · 8 months

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Today during dinner me and Nubbins did tell the rest of the family about our moving plans. We were both a bit nervous about it (especially Nubbins), cause we weren't sure how they would react and well.... Drayton was indeed a bit angry at first, since the two of us moving out will also mean that he will have less help around the house (plus he don't likes to let Bubba and Grandpa alone at home while he's working at the gas station), but after circa 10 minutes of bitching and yelling, he slowly calmed down again and then he said that he can understand our decision, that a married couple surely wants their own place and build a life on their own and he even promised to help us finding a nice house, which I have to admit is more than we expected and I think it's really sweet of him.😊 Of course we promised in return that we would visit as often as possible and that we would help around the house whenever needed.

So yeah, Drayton is okay with it, while grandpa most likely didn't even understand what's going on (just as always😞), but Bubba is a whole other story. As soon as he heard that me and Nubbins will move out, he started to cry and it took a lot of effort to calm him down.😟 It really wasn't fun, but then again we were kinda expecting this kind of reaction from him and therefore we knew how to deal with it. Comforted him and promised that we would visit as often as possible (basically the same thing we told Drayton as well) and by the end of the conversation he seemed a little less upset (though I'm sure he's still pretty sad).

Anyway, I'm glad we could talk about it and you know, just getting it over with. (And hey, we were even able to do so without getting hit by Drayton's broom.😅)

#💕nubbins #🧹drayton #🎭bubba #🔨grandpa

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shimshenanigans · 2 years

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Woke up with an excrutiating headache and crick in my neck, but it went away after about 10-15 minutes. Still there just a tiny bit, but it’s definitely at a level I can deal with and fall asleep with. Got the Kingdom Hearts X Union version of Dearly Beloved playing in my headphones, which usually helps me get sleepy again.

I know I had a bit of a dream, but I can only remember some of the details. I don’t know if it was ‘me’ or if my POV was simply intensely through someone else’s eyes, but I dreamed that I lived in...well, it had to be some sort of fantasy jungle/forest/something or other. It was most definitely night time for the whole dream, but it had that bright, glowy feel from a bunch of...I think it was a mix of some sort of fireflies and some bio-luminescent plants. A lot of the houses were up in trees and there were a lot of elevated, wooden walkways and platforms throughout the trees.

Anyways, I had this best friend who I was definitely deeply in love with, but she had recently married this guy whom she was head over heels for and who was really kind and good to her. We were gliding between some of the trees, with like these back gliders? Well, I forget what we were talking about, but she was really excited and dream-me was, while a bit sad on the inside, supporting her because this guy (who never showed up in the dream! We just talked about him!) was a genuinely kind person who had the resources to take care of her and they made a good couple. Dream-me wasn’t on the streets or anything, but definitely couldn’t provide that kind of opulence.

We landed on this really nice, large deck outside of her house and were in the middle of saying our goodbyes when almost all of the fireflies and plants just...flickered out. There was a yell/scream from somewhere in her house, and she was torn between being terrified and wanting to get away and needing to go in to make sure her kids were okay. I promised her that I would go in there with her in case there was any danger. She grabbed my hand, and we went inside.

It was quiet at first. Then we found one of the kids crying in the middle of a living room of sorts, saying something about a monster. Of course, we started saying the kinds of things you say to kids who are scared of monsters, but then there was a loud thud like something heavy fell.

I looked over at the stairs, and hanging off the railing from the hallway above was...it seemed like some sort of huge, fat, super gnarled snake, if it could just barely be recognized as a snake. It didn’t have any sort of pupils in its eyes. They were just jet black. In addition to that, what little light was left was just getting sucked into its body and getting snuffed out. I yelled at my friend and her kid to stay behind me and there was some sort of chase shenanigans. It couldn’t really slither after us. It would just dramatically raise the top half of it’s body, lunge and fall forward, then pull the rest of it’s body forward and repeat the process. But it did it with an unnatural speed that its chunky body shouldn’t have been capable of. Of course, this being a dream, I can’t remember the exact route we took, but it probably just followed the dream logic of ‘stuck in house’ with no clear exit.

We somehow managed to get away from it. We were all catching our breath when I felt that something was off. I look over to some other space in the house and see another one of the kids, but he’s standing completely still, frozen in place. Probably only about 9 or something? There’s a tiger walking right up to him, skin and bones but had bright, intense eyes that were focused on him. I don’t know the context, but I knew that in the dream, we all knew what that tiger was, and that it was extremely dangerous.

Before any of us could do anything, the kid started to reach out to pet the tiger, hand shaking. I yelled ‘NO’ at him, and then, as he started to scratch its ear, the tiger...stopped growling at him and started to purr. The color slowly started to come back to its coat, and it began to take on a healthier look. My friend said something along the lines of ‘Of course it was a monster...no one had shown it love before. It’s going to be fine now.’

At that point, the not-a-snake monster had shown up right behind my friend, dangling down the wall right behind her. I reached past her cheek to gently rub its chin, and the trapped light started to leave its body and return to the world. By the time all the light left it, it had turned into a more...divine snake? Some sort of golden python. It left its perch and slid down my arm to drape itself around my shoulders as it calmed down and just chilled there.

We went outside, and all the lights had not only come back, but more colorful than ever before. There were people in colorful clothes and robes walking down the pathways and singing some song about love and freedom. A bunch of cranes flew down and landed on the walkway, congratulating us and the kids for helping their long lost friends find peace or something.

And then I woke up with a headache and had to pee real bad! What a mood killer!

#Life of Shimmy #damn can't believe dream me simped for a married woman for like a decade lolol #long poetry #dreamscape #I don't remember the details but I know she was really pretty and warm

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stickynotestoletters · 3 years

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Izuku x Male Reader Smut

I'm a dirty slut, so .... yeah

Women DNI please :3

Warnings: you push friend boundaries in the fic but Izuku likes it so it's fine, bottom reader, top izuku, buff tan izuku, big tiddy izuku, God kink apparently, degradation, he calls you puppy, a bit of simp Izuku, breeding kink

Izuku wasn't a simp, okay? He was kind, he was courteous and pleasant to be around! But he always had boundaries with his friends and loved ones. Well....until he met you.

You see, Izuku had a not-so-obvious crush on you (shut it Bakugou). Ever since he met you at UA he kind of let you push any and all boundaries that he had put in place with his friends.

Now don't get the wrong idea! At first, when you both met in your first year at UA it was just little stuff! Like, using his clothes or borrowing a pillow. I mean that's what friends are for right? At least that’s what you told him.

He thought maybe he just needed to chill out and let loose his rules a bit. So you were a little friendlier about how you acted around him as opposed to your other friends, so what?

He could make an exception this once and that would be it!

But then you started getting even more comfortable.

And it was good! He was happy you were comfortable around him! It made his heart fly!

You were being a little touchier with him and it was just friendly stuff. Laying your head on his shoulder and in his lap or even just stroking his hair while you cuddle, but that's fine!

He likes it, he always has and always will!

You ask permission the first time you do these things and how could he resist sitting in the arms of a gorgeous man like you?

Then it stays that way for a while a little after UA.

You get a little bold every once in a while after that but it's nothing he can't handle.

He's working out and doing hero work so he has more things to focus on than his not so little crush anymore.

Even if he stays up at night thinking about all those touches. Thinking about your chapped lips and smooth skin beneath his hands. Thinking about your hands and how much he likes them. Likes them in his hair, massaging his shoulders. How much more he would like them if you tangled them in his hair and pull on it as he's fucking you into his mattress. How much he'd then like it for you to yell and scream his name as he absolutely pounds you into his sheets. How much he wants you to cry and scream his name until the neighbors bring noise complaints and you have a sore throat the next day from it.

So yeah. He doesn't have the time.

Until one night you show up to his door. It's late, almost 4 in the morning, about 2 hours after he comes home from his agency, and he just hears these little knocks on the door. He thinks it's the rain at first until he gets a text from you asking him if he's up and if you could come in.

He's almost dressed and ready for bed but for you, he'd sacrifice any amount of sleep to make sure you're okay at any time of the night.

He opens his door to find you drenched from the rain. And he means soaked. You're shivering in these nice little skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. You're sobbing and your hair is spilling water onto his doormat. "Hey Izuku, is it-is it okay if I come in?"

He can hear just how congested you are, it seems like you've been crying for a while. "Yeah, just let me-let me get you a towel, are you okay?" You start sobbing in front of him and he gives you the towel as he comes back."Never mind, that was obviously a stupid question, come on in and go get a shower."

You're nice and warm by the time you come back to the kitchen, he's made you shower and given you some food. So now you two sit down on his couch and he holds you close to him. he's not saying anything and neither are you, but you know he wants you to talk about it."So, I kinda had a breakdown about some relationship stuff right now." You guys laughed at the obviousness of it.

"Did you want to talk about it?" He looks at you laying down on his chest, tangling your legs with his, in his shirt, in his pants. God he wished you would-

"Kinda, I don't have to if you don't want me to." He shook his head to the sides and you sighed deeply," I knew you would say that, okay, it's kinda embarrassing if I'm being honest."

He laughed at you, "Nothing could be more awkward and embarrassing for me to listen to than when you told me, in detail, about your crush on Bakugou." You contorted your face in distaste at him and he just kept laughing.

"Bakugou is hot and I stand by all that I said asshole." You shook your head. "But I was very embarrassing."

It got quiet again and you put your face in the crook of his neck. "So, I figured out that I ....fuck okay so...." You move back to face him and stare at him in the eyes. "Don't laugh but I realized I only want a sexual relationship with someone at the moment. I started crying because I felt like I'd been lying to myself and I've just been under a lot of stress lately." Your blush is not less bright than his at all and he can't do anything but avoid your pretty little face looking at him than to push you into his chest and look up at his wonderfully beautiful ceiling he's never had the time to admire before this.

"You could have said that to me without the weird eye contact but whatever, go on."

You laugh hysterically, a little high on your emotions, "Okay hear me out. I'm a hero right? And using a loved one as leverage is a very classic villain plan. So I thought that was why I didn't want a relationship. Now I figured out it's just the stress! I want something like that eventually but right now? I just want something with someone to destress."

You move your head up to look at him and he moves his hand away from the back of your head, his emotions are going haywire right now. What is he supposed to say to that??? Do you want him to find someone for you to hook up with or???? And then he realizes-"I am not setting you up with Bakugou-"

"-OH MY GOD SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY IT WAS A ONE-TIME THING." You shake your head and laugh incredulously at him. "I'm allowed to be attracted to people who aren't good for me okay? Is it really that bad?" Izuku rolls his eyes at you, "Yes. Yes, it is."

You roll your eyes back at him," Whatever that's not what I wanted to ask anyway." you scooch up onto his chest a bit more and put your hands under your chin as you look into his eye with your best pleading face." Would you do me the honor of being my destresser?"

He could explode right now.

Like seriously what?

".....You want me to what now???"

"Would you rather I phrase it differently?"

"To make sure we're on the same page yes-"

"Fuck the stress out of me buff man."

"Jesus Christ." He practically lifts you off of him like a doll,"If you were going to prank me like this," he sets you onto his couch and walks to his bathroom to go wash the heat off his face, "do it over text next time."

You follow him into the bathroom," It's not a prank! I'm for real okay? Look-" he looks puts his head further near the sink, he doesn't want you to see his red face,"-the way I see it is we're both busy as fuck. We both are mature adults looking for something intimate, which you have not found yet may I add, that could both put someone in danger otherwise." He scrubs his face and takes a deep breath, turning his water off and looking at you calmly.

"Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, why me then?" He knows he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but he's not going to do this if it's just for the fun. He wants to actually mean something to you other than someone to fuck. "You could have chosen any one of our other friends. So why me?"

You grab his hands and lift them to your lips,"Izuku, I care about you so much. You're one of my closest and best friends in the entire world and I am so lucky to have you. You have supported me in any way you possibly could, and I hope that I've done the same for you. So I want us to support each other as much as we need in this." You look him in the eyes," Plus you could snap me in half and are one of the only people I could fight that has the stamina to keep going at me."

".....you're so fucking lucky I like you. Fine! Okay fine."

"YES!"

So for the rest of the night(morning?), you two plan out how this is going to work. Rules, boundaries, kinks (by god he's going to need a break), and what times you guy can and can't.

It works well actually. Better than Izuku expected. He's just ecstatic he gets to finally hold you.......until he doesn't.

Now Izuku knows you two discussed boundaries and the fact you can call each other practically any time but for the next week, he seriously couldn't get the mind power to just swallow his fears and call you up. Not to say he wasn't thinking of you, by god he did that every single day even more since then, he just didn't want to bother you.

But then you called him. It was 11 pm and you were very horny. He picked up the phone and immediately just, "Hello?"

"I need you to plow me into my mattress it's been a week, come over as soon as you can, I'll be waiting sir-"

And that was the end of the call. Your house is like 20 minutes away from his but he somehow made it there in 10. He didn't even text you he was coming, so you thought he was busy.

So you were just on your couch, scrolling on your phone until a rushed knock at the door, you opened it, and were immediately kissed on the mouth.

Just a whole ass surprise makeout, he holds you up in his arms and pushes you against the door. You pull away to breathe and just look down to see this large monster of a man pressing his massive chest to yours, heaving so out of breath like he'd just ran a marathon (he practically did). Just staring up at you so desperately, you're not going to lie it was a nice view. You laugh a bit hysterically as he kisses you repeatedly. Then he works his way to your neck, still holding you up with his arms but fondling your chest and ribcage. He nips your neck and sucks so hard you're sure to have some nice little hickies in the morning. You moan as he pulls on your nipples and rubs your pecs in his hands.

Your mind goes fuzzy as you hear him whisper, "Dirty little slut left me with nothing after your little call. Think it was funny?" He kisses your neck again, licking down to your collar bone, "Think it's funny to leave me with nothing? Just the thought of this dirty little pup begging me to come over?"

You moan into a laugh at the fact he seems more desperate for this than you are. "Laughing now are we?" You immediately quiet down, his hands travel to your waist, and grinds his leg into your crotch.

"Oh gods-" He pushes into you again as you moan,"-f-fuck!"

"Damn puppy. Didn't know you had such a dirty little mouth. Why don't you show me how you use that little mouth when I actually get started with you."

He takes you into your bedroom, pressing your hard dick against his own and sucking on your neck even more.

You pant heavily onto his shoulder shaking from anticipation as he brings you into your room.

He pushes you down on the bed into a folded missionary position. You're hazy and in hysterics, as he talks more, "God, look at you! What a fucking slut for me. Come on puppy look me in the eyes and tell me what you want."

You look up and his smile is devious. It's alluring. He's practically ravishing you with his eyes. He’s taking your clothes off and feeling you up, “Your tastey skin, so smooth and soft. Do you know what I’m gonna do to it puppy?” Your head is swimming with full unbridled warmth and lust, you can’t even respond so he takes your face in his hands and makes you look at him,” I’m gonna mark you up so well, give you all the hickies and bites I want to put on you until you’re barely unbruised. How does that sound?”

You yell out, “Yes! YES! Puppy will be good for you please? Want it so bad.” He laughs at your responses, leaving your naked body vibrating on the bed and he moves away to take his own clothes off. His toned muscles flexing without meaning to as he takes his shirt and pants off of himself. Sliding his boxers down his toned calfs.

You stay laying there, letting out hysteric laughs and panting as he stretches you out with his fingers. And he keeps his promise, biting and niping all over your thights and stomach. You fall from your hysterical high as he pulls his mouth away until he takes your dick in his mouth and you’re pushed all the way back up the hill, arching your back and crying out for him as you grab the head board.

God you haven’t been so sensitive since you don’t even remember when. He’s sucking you off and his fingers are reaching just the right spots in you. Sliding onto his fingers down to the knuckle of his pointer and middle finger, flexing and massaging just the right spot, just until he takes a deep breathe. Then he takes all of you into his mouth and presses down on your most sensitive spot,” OH GOD, FUCK! Yes~ IZUKU PLEASE, I’M CUMMING!”

You cream into his mouth so hard. He pulls himself up off the mattress and off your dick once he finished sucking it all out of you. He licks the rest off his lips and hums in delight,” You taste better then I’ve ever imagined.” Ah, you blush so red as he said this. You think to yourself, he was just saying it for dramatic effect. For the moment! It couldn’t possibly be true....

God if only you knew how true that is from him.

He pulls some of the excess cum off your dick and you shiver a bit at his fingers grazing your tip. His magic hands. And he brings them to lube his dick back up,” Gonna fill my puppy with their own cum, how about it, slut?”

His eyes are crazy, this is a whole new side of Izuku you’ve never seen from him. And by the gods above are you excited to see it.

He presses your legs down so they’re almost flat by your arms and climbs up halfway atop your thighs. He slides himself into you and,” f-f-UCK!” He’s fucking huge.

Your partners have been quite average in the past. Nothing to scoff at but not as big as Izuku. You feel lightheaded as he pushes himself all the way in. “Look at you, my pathetic little puppy, breaking on my dick. Not even halfway there pup, but I’ll be nice this time.” He stops and you thank god and curse at him as well. You feel like you’re gonna be ripped apart yet you still crave so much more.

He gives you a second to catch your breathe, then he leans over, presses your legs farther, and starts pounding into your pretty little hole. Absolutely destroying your insides. You’re crying and whimpering and all it does is drive him to go faster and harder. To milk all those pretty little sounds out of your pretty little mouth. You’re crying on his dick and it fuels his ego,” You’re crying already? God look at you, so pretty and stupid on my dick. Such a good useless pup. Never had dick this good. Are you seeing god or something pup?”

His smirk is returned with teary eyes looking up at him, drooling at him,” Ye-ugh fUck-yes God, love your dick so much.” Oh fuck. That’s new.

It was so hot, imagining you praying and worshipping “your God’s” dick. Izuku being rode by you as you cry out for your God.

He laughs hard and leans down to get a better grip on the sheets, stopping for a moment, and then pounding you into the mattress. It felt like he was trying to hammer you down into the mattress to press you hard enough you’d become one with it. “That’s right baby! Ahaha! You feel so good I’m your god? My little puppy’s so dumb on their god’s dick right?”

You cry out to him, repeating over and over,” God! My God! Please god!” And you cum hard, over and over on his dick for the rest of the night. Orgasming and being fucked through your over sensitivity again and again and again until dawn. He finally gives in after getting his fill of filling you up.

God, he was definitely the right one to go to.

And all Izuku could think about you as he cleaned up and got ready to go to sleep with you was how fucking thankful he was you broke all his boundries for him. And accepting the fact that yes, he is the biggest simp for you.

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-Laika

#Izuku smut #deku smut #x male reader smut #Deku x male reader smut #Izuku x male reader smut #bnha top izuku smut #bnha top deku smut #top izuku smut #top deku smut #bottom male reader smut

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reidsnose · 3 years

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sticky notes (spencer reid x reader) (platonic!baux reader)

overview: reader leaves and recieves a passive aggressive sticky note before going on a case

genre: fluff and humor?

a/n: i thought of this last night while i was trying to go to sleep and i could not stop thinking about that one vine and its also super snowy where i live lol. anyway i wrote it today throughout the school day and couldnt wait to put it on here :)

masterlist

'whoever used the last sugar packet, your moms a hoe.'

you let out a small chuckle and stuck the sticky not to the container that usually held packets of sugar before taking a sip of your bitter, unsweetened coffee that you would have to deal with for the rest of the day.

"i hope hotch didn't take it," prentiss laughed, peering over at the note.

"everyone knows hotch drinks his coffee black." you retorted.

"no only you know that because you were his assistant before you joined the team," she joked, resulting in you sending a light elbow to her side. "you know we are handwriting analysts. everyones going to know you wrote that."

"except that they wont because i type everything. besides, i dont really think anyone on the team wont take the joke." you chuckled, pushing the door open with your free hand and heading into the bullpen.

"briefing room in 5 minutes, we have a case," hotch called from the balcony.

"theres fresh coffee in the break room, i feel like were going to need it," you said to the rest of the team that were sitting at there desks.

they all eagerly got up, ready for a fresh, hot drink to wake them up. you smiled as you walked to the briefing room, standing by your unassigned assigned seat. you took a sip of your drink, making a face at the bitter taste.

"why is your beautiful face scrunched up?" Garcia asked, setting down files in front of all the empty seats.

"someone took the last sugar." you stated simply.

"i have some in the batcave, youre always welcome" she winked, sending you a warm smile which you gladly returned.

"youre the best."

"yeah i know," she answered before the other agents began filing in, Spencer taking a seat next to you. "alright crime fighters, today youre all headed to snowy Alaska."

"actually," rossi looked at hotch and then garcia before continuing, "Garcia i think youre coming too."

"sir?" she looked over at hotch.

"dave is right. the connection will be spotty anyway, it would be best if you came a long and worked from the precinct." hotch confirmed.

"oh. alright." she obliged before continuing with the details of the case.

(a/n: im waaayyyy too lazy to write a whole case)

"wheels up in 5, it will take a while to get there and we dont have time to waste." hotch said at the end of the briefing before walking out.

"oh shoot i left my phone in the break room," i whispered, smacking my forehead with my palm.

"do you want me to wait for you?" spencer offered.

"no its ok," you smiled, jogging down the stairs.

"ill take your go bag. hurry i dont know if i can convince them not to leave without you!" he called after me, a giggle escaping his throat at his own joke.

"thanks! it'll be their loss anyway!" you laughed, as you sped walked to the break room. "there you are." you whispered to your phone that was sitting on the counter.

your eyes drifted to the note you had left earlier only it was gone. a new note sat in its place, a reply scrawled on it.

'ill have you know my mother is a very nice lady'

you smiled and rolled your eyes, slipping the note into your pocket as you walked briskly towards the jet. you walked out and saw reid waiting for you at the door of the jet, motioning frantically for you to board. you had taken a little too long looking at the note.

"10 more seconds before you're officially late!" he yelled, looking at his watch.

you broke out into a sprint, running as fast as you possibly could, trying to get across the runway in time.

"dont leave without me!" you yelled out, knowing they wouldn't.

you looked at the windows, seeing the team's faces pressed against the glass, watching amused.

"5 seconds!" he warned as you neared the stairs. "3..." almost there! "2..." just a few more steps. "1!" his arms shot up as you pushed past him into the jet, just in the nick of time.

"wow im impressed pretty lady!" morgan laughed, giving you a high-five which you exasperatedly accepted.

"have a seat y/l/n, we have a long flight." hotch said. you began thinking he was made at you but then you saw him trying to stifle a smile, "i dont think ive even seen you run like that in the field."

he held out his fist which you bumped with your own before flopping breathlessly down onto one of the chairs on the jet.

~time skip to the end of the case because i feel like it~

you walked out of the police department, watching your own breath swirl around the air in front of you.

"could you believe that detective?" jj scoffed walking with you towards the suvs in the parking lot.

"i know he was so...creepy." you agreed, "if i smelled his coffee breath one more time id take his tiny d-"

you didnt get to finish your sentence, though; you felt a cold snowball bash against the back of your head.

"gotta go!" jj laughed, hopping into one of the last suvs and driving off.

"whoever threw that snowball, your moms a hoe!" you yelled out crouching down to gather some snow.

"what?" spencer yelled, emerging from behind a trashcan.

"IT WAS YOU!" you laughed, throwing a snowball and hitting him straight in the chest.

"wait no. what did you just say?" he asked, eyes wide.

"i said whoever threw that snowball, your moms a hoe." you stated, suddenly feeling bad, "but not your mom, diana is-"

"a very nice lady." he finished, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a crumpled little paper.

"oh my gosh," you breathed, pulling out a note from your own pocket.

"i had a feeling it was you!" he laughed.

you raised your eyebrows, "yeah right! you had no clue!"

"i totally did! i was like, 'hmmm who in the office talks like this? oh yeah my idiot best friend'." he countered, smirking.

"well i had a feeling it was you too!" you lied, crossing your arms.

"youre lying!" he laughed.

"no im not!"

"yes you are! you have a tell!"

"i do?!"

"yes! you purse your-" he swiftly reached to the floor and picked up a small amount of snow, wiping it across your mouth, "-lips."

the cool snow melted quickly on your now very warm face, causing you to instinctively wipe your it with your sleeve, "oh its on!"

snowballs were flying left and right in the nearly empty parking lot, seeking refuge all over your bodies. you watched him sneakily duck behind a trashcan, thinking you hadn't seen him. letting out a small chuckle you creeped towards the trashcan, standing behind him as he peered his head around the other side, looking for where you had gone. you took a small amout of snow and reached your arm around his head, wiping it against his mouth as he had. he jumped letting out a small scream before turning around and latching his arms around your waist.

he picked you up and spun you around, loosing his footing on the slippery, causing a strange mix of a laugh and a scream to escape your mouth. he fell back on a fresh layer of snow, with a dull thump. you fell directly on top of him, your foggy breaths melding together as your laughs started fading. his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips, a new rouge gracing his cheeks and nose, one that would be there regardless of the cold.

"ca-can i kiss you?" he asked, looking back up at your eyes.

"please." you smiled, heart close to bursting out of your chest as he closed the gap between you.

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manjiroro · 3 years

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Hi there im not sure if you're still accepting requests but I was wondering if I can have a headcannon for Baji and Chifuyu (separately) having a crush on the fem!reader who has the same personality as gojo did when he was in highschool?

(He was an asshole,a tease,and a flirt, menace in general💀)

Anyways Thanks You and have a great day and remember to drink lots of water 💖

crush who is like gojo in highschool

characters: baji, chifuyu

content: fluff, fem reader, slight crack, cursing

part 2

helloo thank you for requesting~! HELP THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED GOJO NSDIO i agree with you 100%. thank you for the reminder and i hope you're in good health !

i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy~

b a j i

almost everyone in school has had a crush on you and baji is no exception

no one could deny the fact that you were attractive but your personality was the complete opposite of people’s expectations

but that didn’t deter people, your charm was just too irresistible, so you would get tons of confessions

i feel like baji would not outwardly say that he likes you but rather would try to attract you by showing off the fact that he’s in a gang and he’s a good fighter.

“Huh, oh yeah, I once singlehandedly beat down a whole gang. I’m the first division captain of a gang after all.”

he would say that as if it were no big deal

he genuinely has no idea if you’re interested in him or not since you would usually flirt with others for the fun of it

his biggest flex is that he’s actually close to you like yall are in the same class and you thought he was cool and became friends with him

but you can be quite mean to him at times

baji would get mad of course but he will calm down after awhile since he can’t possibly stay at mad you forever

but there will always be occasional banter between the both of you

“Baji the fuck? You’ve been staring at that for the past 10 minutes, we literally just went through that in class.”

“Shut up, I’m trying.”

“Yeah okay, since I’m such a nice person, I’ll help you.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Keep telling yourself that Kesuke.”

Baji will get mad if he sees someone trying to hit on you, he’s jealous but he wouldn’t say anything about it, instead he will do something to chase the person away.

“Y-yn, I.. like you, please accept my confession!”

they bowed to you while holding out a bouquet of flowers, to which you take hold of and before you can even respond, baji barges into the class to snatch the bouquet of flowers away and leaves without saying another word, leaving you and the poor student dumbfounded.

when you confront him about it, he’ll just shrug it off or try to change the topic

he gets even more mad when you start flirting with someone or when you flirt back

“Hehe, you’re pretty cute yourself, we should hang out some- OI”

you were hitting on a year 1 kid when baji spotted you and decided to drag you away by your hair

“THE FUCK KESUKE”

you would yell at him as he drags you away without saying a word to the confused year 1 kid.

“Stop hitting on random people you barely know.”

“And how does that concern you, kesuke, what you jealous?”

“No, why would i be”

i feel like baji would accidentally confess to you

he was just very frustrated at you then he’ll do it without second thought

“What is your problem kesuke, you’ve been so pissy recently, what you got rejected or something?”

“My problem? My problem is that the girl I like has been constantly getting hit on and she thinks it’s fun to flirt with others, so THAT is my problem.”

the poor boy had to stop and rethink on what he had just said to you, that was when he realised he had accidentally confessed to you, he was ready to bury himself in a hole

but the shock he had when you agreed to date him

“Are you seriously pissed over THAT? God, you can be so dumb sometimes. You’re lucky I like you back.”

he stared blankly at your face, he hasn’t fully process his accidental confession and now that you’ve confessed he was stunned

“Are you being serious right now and you’re not actually playing with my feelings?”

“Yes kesuke, I like you back, be grateful, I rarely accept confessions.”

he can’t help but to give a bonk to your head, smiling at how he can finally call you his <3

c h i f u y u

chifuyu will be the one to fall head over heels for you

you get a lot of confessions and half of them would come from him

“Chifuyu really?”

You asked as you sat at your desk, looking up at him as he offers you a box of chocolates

“Thank you Chifuyu but really? You’ve been doing this for so long.”

chifuyu nodded, a blush evident on his cheeks

“Go out with me please!”

you sighed at his confession, he had been confessing to you ever since the school year started and despite getting rejected every time, he doesn’t stop. he believes that you will accept his confession one day

“No.”

because he likes you so much, he’s the victim of your constant teasing

“You’re adorable chifuyu~”

you were bored in class and wanted to tease him a bit, so you decided to do his hair despite his constant protests.

“Stop-”

“How can I stop when you look this cute~”

there were times where you’d be such an asshole to chifuyu, telling him to do stuff for you and picking on him

but he was super patient with you and eventually you stopped because you felt bad

like baji, he gets pissed when he sees someone trying to hit on you also but he will interrupt the conversation instead

“Y/n.. i’ve like you for a while now... please be my girlfriend!”

“WOAH WOAH WOAH.”

the both of you turned to see a pissed chifuyu standing a few centimeters away

“Chifuyu what are you-”

“You can’t date y/n because y/n isn’t interested in you.”

chifuyu would outright say, making the student have tears well up in their eyes which stunned chifuyu

“Wait- don’t cry- I-”

you sighed at chifuyu, he ended up consoling the crying student while you stood at the side watching the whole thing

if you flirt with someone and he sees, he’ll let you be but he’ll be evidently angry at you

“chifuyu, you got a stick up your ass or something? Why’re you so mad?”

“BECAUSE... because... you were.. hitting on other.. people”

you can’t help but to laugh at him

“Well aren’t you adorable chifuyu.”

he’s gonna be the kind to take you out on dates in hopes that you’ll like him back

he brings you anywhere you’d wanna go on his bike, he does it to show off that he’s a gang member

besides, he knows you like riding on his bike

i feel like he’ll come up with excuses to hang out with you also like asking if you needed help with chores or if you could help him out with stuff

“Chifuyu, I know I’m the best and all but, why do you need my help with studying?”

“I don’t know what you mean y/n.”

“Wha- Chifuyu, it’s the semester break! What do you mean you don’t know what I mean. If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve just said so.”

that was when chifuyu slowly placed the book down, he was embarrassed to have been found out by you

“Then... let’s go get something to eat...”

when the day you accepted his confession finally came, chifuyu almost faints

“Please go out with me!”

“Okay.”

“Y/n, I know I’ve been asking you for a long time but please just this once!”

“Chifuyu, I said okay.”

“What-”

Chifuyu stared at you blankly, did.. you accept his confession?

“Did.. you just..”

“Yes Chifuyu, I’ll accept your confession.”

Chifuyu cannot contain his excitement as he hurriedly pulled you into a hug so tight that you almost couldn’t breathe. You feel him smile into the crook of neck and you can’t help but to smile back, hugging him back as tight as he did <3

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Sorry if you’ve done one like this already but pretty please could you do the fellers reacting to you yelling that you love them (for the first time) in the middle of an argument?

Thank youuuuu

ANON ARE YOU A MIND READER? I WAS LITERALLY DAYDREAMING ABOUT THIS YESTERDAY

Arthur

Arthur’s in shock. He can’t believe you just said that. It's something he always hoped he'd hear you say one day, but he didn't think it’d be today. Arthur's surprised that you picked now, during an argument to finally say it and you certainly catch him off guard.

Arthur can’t argue after hearing you say that. He isn't annoyed or pissed off anymore, how the hell could he feel like that after hearing what you just said? Arthur's known he’s in love with you for a while but he didn’t think he’d ever have the courage to say it out loud but he guesses that now's the best time to say it back.

That insecure part of him isn’t sure what to think nor does he understand how someone as incredible as you can love someone like him. “You… you really mean that?” He asks, his face becoming flushed as he smiles at you.

Dutch

Dutch goes quiet and raises his eyebrows after you say it. He’s taken aback but still pissed off since y’all are arguing. That cynical part of him is wondering if you've strategically picked now to say it as a way of getting out of the argument.

Dutch actually gets more annoyed now. Not only is he worked up because of the argument but now you've got him feeling all mushy and flustered on the inside. He has a lot of conflicting feelings.

“After all this time, you choose to say that now?” Dutch asks, his tone making you unsure of how he feels. Suddenly he moves towards you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss, deciding to release all this pent up energy in a better way *wink wink*.

Charles

Charles feels like an ass for arguing with you, especially after you say that mid-argument. It was a petty argument anyways, not something he would usually argue about but he was in a bad mood.

Once you say it, it puts a lot into perspective for him and it makes Charles realise what y’all are arguing about isn’t that important. As long as you have him and he has you then life is good.

“You know I love you too but I think our timing in saying this could’ve been better” he smiles slightly, pulling you into a big hug and not letting you go for a few minutes.

Micah

The fuck did you just say? The best way to describe the look on Micah’s face is fear and confusion. You can practically see his pupils shrink and his mouth hang open, trailing off mid-sentence.

As much as Micah wants to believe you and wants someone to love him, he doesn’t see how you could love him of all people. No one's ever said that to him before so this is an entirely new experience for him.

“Very funny” he says, composing himself and deciding to walk away so he can gather his thoughts. He needs a fuck ton of reassurance and to know that you mean what you said.

John

John takes a double take at you and without missing a beat, continues to argue with you. Did he momentarily go deaf and not hear you say you love him? Nope, he heard you but he's also very worked up over this argument.

This reaction (or lack of reaction) completely takes you by surprise. Angry he completely ignored what you just said, you argue back some more.

Eventually you storm off and that’s when John decides to shout after you “And I love you too goddammit”. Wow, how romantic of him.

Javier

All that angers and annoyance completely leaves his body the second the word "love" leaves your mouth. He asks if you’re sure and once you nod your head, a big smile spreads across his face.

What argument? Javier doesn’t even remember what ye were arguing about anymore. There's only one thing that he's thinking about right now and that's how much he loves you.

Making his way over to you, Javier brings his lips close to yours before whispering “I love you too” and kissing you. Be prepared to hear him say it at least another 10 times that day, he can't help but say it to you every few hours.

Bill

Congratulations, you’ve made Bill malfunction. For a few seconds after you said it, he actually keeps arguing, his brain slowly processing what you said.

When it all finally clicks and he fully comprehends what you said, he goes very quiet and becomes shy and flustered. It's very obviously he's blushing and honestly, he looks cute.

“W-What? You love me like how you’d love a favourite food? Or do you mean like… love love?” He’s completely frazzled and wants to know exactly what you mean by 'love'.

Sean

Sean’s jaw practically drops to the floor. He didn't really care too much about the argument to begin with and Sean was aware he was losing the argument so in a way, he's happy you've said this now. Now ye can pretend like the whole disagreement didn’t even happen.

Because this is Sean, he feels the need to come up with a suave, kinda charming but also cheeky response so he says "Well, I've known you're head over heels in love with me for weeks".

Honestly, he understands if you slap him. He just thought it'd be a cool response but he quickly says he loves you too and practically smothers you in kisses.

Hosea

Hosea gives you a little smile and tilts his head as he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. He's loved you for a while now and hearing you say it now was a nice surprise he wasn't expecting.

He shakes his head and says you always did know how to get out of an argument. “I love you too but you’re still wrong” just cause he loves you doesn’t mean Hosea will shy away from a disagreement.

He loves you but has no problem continuing with the argument. He knows at the end you'll both kiss and make up anyways and he prefers to get any issues sorted now instead of putting them on the backburner.

#literally was daydreaming about this lmao #anon you’re a mind reader omg #headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #Charles smith #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #hosea matthews #rdr2

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Milkshakes - Team Free Will Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Milkshakes

Pairing: Team Free Will X Platonic!Fem!Reader (as put in the request)

Requested: @gabrielasilva1510

Word Count: 1,846 words

Warning(s): violence, death

Summary: [Early Season 11 (Before Episode 10)] Sam and Dean think that there's something that can be The Darkness. Castiel warns them but... who knows? Maybe God's ultimate weapon isn't as scary as it seems.

Author's Note: I used dodie for outfit inspiration because the outfit matched the vibe but change it if you want. I only used a female read because it's in the request and it helped with clarity because the whole imagine is in 3rd person (I do usually use they/them pronouns in my work). Finally, I thought the milkshake flavor sounded good, but you can change it in your mind if you want to.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third Person P.O.V--

Sam was leaning over a lore book in the library. It was too early for him to be so focused on the book but he felt like he needed to. The Darkness being released was his fault, he needed to find a solution.

Dean walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and was clearly still half-asleep. He sat across from his brother.

"What're you reading," Dean grumbled out in between sips of coffee.

"I found this book about the most powerful beings," Sam explained. "Most of them are just rumored to exist but I thought it'd give us a jumping-off point on where to find something to help us defeat Amara."

"Anything interesting," Dean asked.

"A Nephilim; kid of an angel and a human," Sam said. "There's no mention that they could kill someone as powerful as God. Then there's..."

Sam trailed off and went back through the book, hunting for a particular page he had read nearly an hour ago. He pointed to the page once he found it.

"This doesn't even have a name but it describes a creature created by God to be a weapon," Sam explained. "I was doing some snooping on some message boards when I first found out about it. There's a lot of religious nuts and self-proclaimed hunters who think this thing is gonna be the end of the world. They say it's a prophecy that can't be stopped."

"And you think hunting it down is a good idea," Dean asked.

"Listen, I don't think it's fair to think this thing wants to end the world," Sam replied. "I think it's the best choice we have right now."

"Alright, fine, where do we look," Dean asked.

The boys didn't have to look far before Castiel popped into the library. He asked where they had gotten on their path to defeat Amara. His eyes went wide when they explained what they wanted to do.

"Are you two insane," Castiel asked.

"Listen-"

"No, I know more about this than either of you," the angel stopped Dean's argument. "This creature could kill you both with a look and end the world with a flick of the wrist and you want to track it down?!"

"Isn't it worth trying," Sam asked.

"'Trying,'" Castiel was so unbelievable done with the idiotic decisions of the Winchesters at that point.

"If we don't try something, then Amara kills all of us anyways," Dean said. "We need something Cas. This could be the thing."

Castiel sighed, letting his head fall forward for a moment before looking back up at the boys.

"Fine," Castiel threw his hands up. "Do you know how to find this thing?"

"Looks like a spell," Sam turned the book so Castiel could look at the page. "We should have everything. It's strange no one's tried-"

"Succeeded," Castiel corrected. "People have probably tried if the spell is so simple."

"Okay, good, let's get the supplies and give it a shot," Dean clapped his hands and stood up.

In a matter of minutes, the boys and their angel were back around the table and ready to start the spell.

Castiel and Dean jumped when Sam grabbed a knife and nicked his hand.

"One of us needs to be bonded," Sam explained. "Like a human compass. It feels right that it's me."

He didn't wait for the other two to respond before he started reading the spell of the book. Castiel and Dean exchanged a look for a moment.

As he finished the spell, a purple flame shot up from the bowl for a second. Sam felt his arm tingling from the wound up. He shook it out, trying to understand what it was telling him.

States over, a young girl, a college student visiting home, is sitting in a booth at a small diner.

In between page turns, she sits up straight. Her eyes flash the same purple as the flame from the spell before she snaps out of the trance.

She looks around. Everything feels different. It's like the air had shifted around her. She furrowed her eyebrows... what the hell was that?

--time skip--

Dean pulled the impala up to the curb of the street. The three of them look at the nice house. White picket fence, two stories, a garden.

"Are you sure about this," Dean asked Sam. "This seems like a pretty normal house."

Sam nodded, "I can feel it. It's here."

"Alright, let's go," Dean replied.

The three of them got out of the car and made their way up the pathway. None of them knew what fight they were going to get once they opened that door. It could've been a deadly fight. They may not have even had a chance to fight.

Still, with one last silent check with the others, Dean lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

The last thing they expected was for a girl to open the door with a wide smile. She had a white dress on with an orange cardigan over the top.

"Hello," she said happily. "What can I help you with?"

"Sam," Dean looked at his brother. Sam just nodded. He could feel it in his gut. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," the girl replied. "And you are?"

"I'm Sam," the taller man answered. "This is Dean and Cas."

"Nice to meet you," she held a hand out.

Sam awkwardly accepted, shaking her hand. They both froze, eyes flashing purple before they both stepped back from each other.

"That was weird," (Y/n) mumbled, frowning at her hand. "What was that?"

The boys looked at each other but before they could speak, there was a crash from inside the house. The girl jumped.

"Who's that," Dean asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "My parents are gone. No one else is supposed to be here."

Sam and Dean grabbed their guns before all of them walked inside.

Before they could get any answers for themselves, an angel rounded the corner and tried to grab (Y/n), who ran behind the others as soon as she saw the angel.

She stumbled backward toward the wall in shock and fear. She covered her mouth as the more angels walked into her living, not that she knew that's who they were.

Sam, Dean, and Cas were getting thrown around.

"Stop," Sam yelled as they walked toward (Y/n).

"We need something to defeat the Darkness," one of the angels said. "This is our option. Thank you for leading us to her."

(Y/n) was shaking more as she listened. The Darkness? Why was she so important to them? To the boys or the others who had broken into her house?

"Come on, (Y/n)," one of the angels had a hand out to her. She shook her head and the angel chuckled. "Fine. Make this harder."

The others came running at her.

"No," she yelled, dropping to the ground, and covering herself with her arms.

A pulse of energy shot out. The angels that had broken in had burned in front of her.

Dean, Sam, and Cas looked at each other.

(Y/n) slowly looked up from where she was.

"Hey," Sam walked over, kneeling next to her. "You alright?"

"What was that," she asked, shaking. "Who are you? Who were they? What did I do?"

"Hey, hey," Sam touched the girl's shoulders. "It's alright. Hey... how about we go somewhere to calm down? How about some food, yeah? Is there a restaurant nearby or something?"

She nodded. Sam helped her stand up fully and led her to the impala. Dean and Cas sat in the front while Sam and (Y/n) took the backseat.

(Y/n) rambled about a small diner nearby, giving Dean quick directions before falling silent again.

The four of them took a booth in the farthest back corner. (Y/n) sat leaning against the wall, Sam next to her and Cas and Dean across from her.

"Umm... do you know what you want," Sam asked quietly, making (Y/n) aware of the waitress there.

She was an old friend, "You alright, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) nodded. "I'm just a little tired. Umm... can I get a cherry vanilla milkshake?"

"That it for you, dear," the waitress checked. (Y/n) nodded with a grin, playing with the end of her cardigan's sleeves.

The waitress took the other three's orders before walking away.

"Who were those people," (Y/n) asked. "Why did they break into my house?"

"Because God made you a weapon," Cas said bluntly, making (Y/n)'s eyes go wide.

"A weapon?"

"He means," Dean jumped in, "you have powers that you don't know about. That's why you were able to get rid of those angels."

"Those were angels," she tried to keep her voice down. They all nodded. "I thought angels were supposed to be good?"

"They are supposed to follow orders," Cas corrected. "Not all of them are good."

She nodded, "Are you guys angels?"

"No, well, Sam and I aren't," Dean pointed between him and his brother. "Cas is."

"Oh," she muttered. "You're not-"

"I'm not gonna force you to go to heaven to defeat the Darkness," Cas promised.

"The Darkness," she said. "What's that? Why do I need to fight it?"

"The Darkness is... kind of our fault," Sam explained. "She's trying to create a new world in her image, which includes destroying this one."

"So, how'd you find me," she asked.

Before they could answer, the waitress came back, dropping off their food and drinks. (Y/n) leaned forward and took a sip of her milkshake and grinned to herself for a moment.

The boys were so confused. This was God's weapon?

"Well, Dean and I are hunters," Sam continued once (Y/n) back over to him. "We hunt monsters. Our grandpa was part of this group, the Men of Letters. They have a book in their collection that talks about you. There was a spell that led us to you."

She nodded but furrowed her eyebrows. Monsters? God? Hunters? After what had happened today, she struggled to deny all of it but was still hesitant to believe them?

"Well, if the Darkness knows I can defeat... her... won't she be looking for me too," (Y/n) asked.

"We can keep you safe," Dean promised.

"You're sure?"

"As sure as possible," he nodded.

(Y/n) looked down for a moment, "Okay. I'll go with you. I just... I need to get some stuff from my house and tell my parents that I'll be gone."

"You can't tell them where you're going or why," Dean said. "It'll put them in danger."

She bit her lip, "If it saves them in the long run, fine."

(Y/n) asked a lot more questions that day as they ate in the diner. They told her about monsters and the big bads they had faced. Monsters' weaknesses and abilities. Their other hunting buddies. People she could trust.

Sam, Dean, and Cas trusted her immediately. They felt like they needed to. Like she was a person to rely on.

And there- over a cherry vanilla milkshake- (Y/n) watched her entire life change forever.

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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 10

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader.

GIF: I do not own this GIF.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

I do not own any pictures, name, brand, song titles or anything that I used in this story.

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The three of you are finally back at the hotel. As soon as you got there, you went to your room to get ready. So is Lizzie in hers. When you are ready, you go right away to the girls’ room. You knocked on the door, and for some reason you slightly wish that Lizzie’s face would slowly show up as the door is opening but like usual it was Aubrey’s smile the first thing you see. “Hey.” Aubrey moves to the side as she opens the door wider for you to come in. “Hey Aubrey.” You unconsciously smiled in slight disappointment.

You do not mind at all that it's always Aubrey who opens the door for you. She is your good friend, really. You just start to think why is it always Aubrey? Is it just a coincidence or not really? Does she hate you so much that she is avoiding you at all cost? Oh well, why does it matter anyway? Why did you wish it was Lizzie who opens the door for you just now? There’s nothing special to it. The hatred is mutual. You were probably just concerned about her anyway after seeing her cry, you think it’s just a normal nice gesture if you are wondering how she was doing. but again it’s none of your business. Your mind juggling all of those thoughts in such a short time triggers a quick rush in your mind.

Your eyes secretly look for Lizzie. You try to do it in the most subtle way so Aubrey won’t notice while both of you walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. “She is inside, still getting ready, Y/n.” Aubrey told you as if she can read your mind. “Huh?” Surprised with her statement just now, you got caught off guard and that was all you can say. You curse yourself in your mind for being too obvious.

“I know those eyes,y/n. You can’t lie to me. Your eyes’ movement. You were searching for her.” Aubrey teased with a knowing smile. “No, I wasn’t!” You denied instantly. “Yes you were, Y/n.” She convinced you in a playful tone. “No,I wasn’t!” You shout in a whisper. You feel warm on your cheeks and ears. “Okay, y/n. You were not.” She agreed in a playful sarcasm. “Tell that to your blushing cheeks.” She mumbles under her breath and rolls her eyes at the same time.

“What Aubrey?” You asked. “Oh nothing.” She smiled.

Aubrey slouch on the couch yet you sit next to her awkwardly straight up with your hands keep tapping your knees like they are a set of percussion. “So, how is she doing? Do you think she already feels better?” Your voice is almost like a whisper when you ask her as you don’t want Lizzie to hear it.

“Hmm. Care much, are you Ms. Y/L/N?” Once again, She always finds the chance to tease you about Lizzie. “Seriously? I asked just because that’s the right thing to do as a human being towards another.” You lifted an eyebrow as you tackled her tease once more. “You know what? Just forget I asked.” You added with a discomfort tone.

Aubrey giggled. “Geez, I was just joking. I think she’s feeling better but she still hates you.” She answered as she tried to hold a laugh teasing you. “Well, that, I don’t need to ask you, I already know. The whole world knows how much she hates me.” You shook your head. She giggles.

“So you are coming with us right?” You asked the girl next to you. “Nuh-uh. I’m not coming. I need to take a break from both of you and your arguments.” the brunette answers while her eyes locked on the TV. “Ouch. Are we that annoying?” You put your hand on your chest and act like you are hurt by what she said. “You guys are not annoying, I love both of you. You guys are just too funny for me to watch but I can’t say anything yet because both of you are too stubborn to listen to me and that’s annoying.” She said nonchalantly with a small smirk.

“What’s too funny about it? And what can’t you say yet? Tell me.” You jokingly push her shoulder. “Oh nothing. I have my own theory, you’ll know it next time.” She patched a meaningful smile. “Oh yeah? Probably a stupid theory?” You jokingly make fun of her. “Whatever y/n.” She giggles.

“Hey, y/n. I just want to say sorry. Honestly, I was the one who gave Lizzie the idea of giving you hell when you are working with her but I didn’t know it was you until she told me your name. Please don’t hate me.” Aubrey’s face showed remorse. “So, you are the one that makes my life a hell? Wow Aubrey. Thanks.” You said it in a playful tone.

“So you are not mad at me?” Aubrey looks relieved. “Nah,it’s okay. I figured anyway. You are forgiven.” You winked at her. “Gosh, y/n I thought you were serious.” She giggles.

Lizzie comes out to the living room. “What are you giggling about Aubrey?” Then she notices you are there. “Oh.” That was all she said before she went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, you notice that both of you need to leave not to be late. “Ms. Olsen, we have to go now. We can’t be late.” You told her from the living room. “Gosh y/n, Okay! Okay!.” She let out a harsh breath as she came out. “Bye Aubrey, I’ll see you later.” Lizzie yells as she walks out the suite room. You stand up, wave goodbye at Aubrey, and follow her .

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Both sitting on each side of the back seat, the car ride without Aubrey was silent. Just pure silence but you both taking turns on getting caught stealing glances at each other. You really don’t know why you have the urge to ask how she is doing while you know she for sure is not comfortable if you ask her that. You are just her assistant and her personal life is definitely none of your business. Luckily, you both finally arrived at the location.

The photoshoot starts right away after her make up and wardrobe is ready. Everything is going well with the photoshoot until the last session with the last wardrobe, Sophie who is incharge of makeup and wardrobe had to leave early for a family emergency. Thank goodness, it is the last session, Lizzie just has to change to the last dress, do some shots and they can call it a day. Sophie asked if you can help with the last dress as she showed you which one and said you can just hang the dress once Lizzie’s done and you have no problem with it.

You wait for Lizzie outside the changing room to make sure everything is okay. You heard her softly grunts and curse under her breath. “Ms. Olsen, are you okay?” You heard other soft grunts. “I’m okay. Can you call Sophie please?” Lizzie asked, not knowing that the french lady already left. “Um, she left. She’s not here. Do you need help?”

“What do you mean she left?” She asked in surprise and confusion. “Yeah, she has a family emergency.” You explained. “I need help with the dress.” She asked from the other side of the wall. “I can help you.”

“No, not you. Is there somebody else who can help me?” She asked in a slightly irritated tone. “Yes, there’s Stefan, Andre, Antoine, Oh and there’s Claude.” You named all the crews that’s there who happen to be all males. “I meant a female one, y/n.” She opened the door a little, peek through the small open space and asked in annoyance.

“Yes, Her name is y/n. The only female here besides you.” You answered in a flat sarcastic tone, in emotionless face expression. “Like it or not, I'm the only one to help you.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Fine.” She groans and lets you in while trying her best to cover her body shyly.

“Y/n, look the other way. Don't look over here.” She demanded. “How am I gonna help you if I have to look away?” You furrowed your eyebrows. She is in this red see-through sheer dress with some floral laces on some body parts that need to be covered with it but on the upper body part it looks like a beautiful corset. She turned around, her back facing you with the dress unzipped leaving her bareback exposed. You can see from the mirror in front of her, both of her hands crossed in front of her dress covered breast to hold the dress so as not to fall. She lowered her head, her face facing down.

The curve line from the back of her neck to her bareback with no bra straps whatsoever yet slightly covered with some strains of her long blonde hair was visible to you, the zipper slider body was way low on her lowest back, almost to her natural perfect size buttocks with the line of her g-string peeking out a little bit. Her peach-cream with a light hint of tanned skin colors look so flawless. Too perfect that no pores are visible.

You swallow your nervous feeling down, try hard to stop staring before she pulls her head up. No, you definitely don’t want her to notice that. “Okay,so you just need me to zip this up right?” You clear your throat. “Uh y-yeah.” You notice that she sounds nervous.

“Okay. I’ll zip it up. Just pull the rest of your hair up so it won’t get caught in the zipper.” “She nodded, and her right hand grabbed the rest of her hair. The dress is slim-fitted, perfectly designed for her heavenly figure. You tried to pull the zip up by the pull tab but it was a little difficult to do, so you pulled it by the slider body. You tried to get a grip of it, your index finger is between her body and the dress. The tightness of the dress makes the tip of your finger slightly touch her skin. Both of you were surprised by it. You noticed her body jolted even in the very slightest movements when she felt the tip of your finger touch her skin.

You try to ignore the awkward feelings in the air, and you pull the zipper up slowly because you are afraid to ruin the dress. The room fell silent. The silence breaks down all barriers and makes you able to hear her breath hitch softly right when the tip of your finger lands on her bareskin slowly brushes her skin from the lowest part of her back slide up to the bottom of her back neck between her shoulders along her spine. Your eyes follow the zipper up and you lift your head higher to find her reflection in the mirror, her eyes closed and her lips slightly open as she slowly exhales.

“Uh-It’s all zipped up now.” You see her in the mirror standing there beautifully in the dress. She lifts up her head but as soon as her gaze locks with yours, she awkwardly turns her head sideways instantly. Meanwhile you are still hypnotized with the beauty in front of you.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.” Her voice brought you back to your consciousness. “I’m sorry?” You asked as you tried to recall what she was saying, unfortunately you didn’t pay attention at all. “I said, take a picture. It will last longer.” She repeated in annoyance.

“Oh. Uh, N-No, thank you. I’m good.” You answered quickly to hide your nervousness then you realized you picked the worst answer. You internally screamed at yourself for choosing such an answer but oh well, it is what it is. She was chagrined when you answered nonchalantly. She then walked out of the changing room and continued with the photoshoot.

As luck would have it, someone came to cover Sophie and help with the rest so both of you won’t have to deal with another insanely awkward encounter like earlier in the changing room.

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Both of you are on the way back to the hotel now. After what happened in the changing room, it’s even more awkward to sit with her in the back seat even though there’s enough space in the middle space between you two. You tried to get busy to distract yourself, checking out work related things in your phone or notes and also answered a work call. You are talking french on the phone, Lizzie figured it’s from the magazine company. Lizzie took the chance that was laid in front of her to give yet another glance at you while you weren’t paying attention.

Every single glance she threw seems to move up slowly. From your crossed leg then to your thigh and she noticed you are wearing ripped distressed jeans that show some part of your skin with your right hand on it. She glances again at your slender fingers with your polished short but not too short nails. She then realized she might glance too long (or more like staring). Mercifully, you still don’t notice what she’s doing.

She finally regains control of herself and stops herself from stealing glances at you then turns her head to watch the street of Paris through the window but that doesn’t stop her wondering what is happening with her at this moment. The more she wonders the more she gets irritated because she can’t figure it out.

Ch. 11

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destiel, some sort of au, 1.4k of pre-marriage stress turned to fluff that I wrote at 4am. enjoy!

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and Dean jerks his head up towards it.

Don’t be Cas, don’t be Cas, don’t be—

“Dean?” Cas calls.

Fuck.

He debates telling him to go away. He debates not answering. Neither will work.

“Sam send you?” He settles for instead, and he hates how shaky his voice sounds.

“Yes.”

“I told him not to.”

“I know. We decided I should come anyway.”

Dean almost laughs at that—at that absurd response to this absurd situation. It comes out more like a cough. He stares down at his dress pants, his shoes. They’re new. It’s all new.

When he speaks again, his voice is soft, and he refuses to look at the door. “What are we doing here, man?”

There’s a sigh from the other side. “Theoretically, we’re getting married, but—” a soft thump, as Cas leans against the wood, “—I suppose that’s really up to you.”

Dean grimaces. There’s no anger in his fiancé’s voice. No malice. Concern, maybe, but he’s doing a good job wrangling it back into the same even tone he uses with his panicked undergrads. Dean hates it, being talked to like some scared kid, but he is hiding in a bathroom at his own wedding, so. He suspects he deserves it.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, so quietly he’s not sure if Cas will hear him. For a long minute, the only response he gets is the swish of fabric as the other man slides down the door, the telltale clacking of dress shoes as he situates himself on the hardwood. Then—

“I love you,” Cas starts, and it’s so much more than Dean deserves at the moment that he suddenly feels like he might cry. “You know that, right?”

Dean blinks. “I—yeah. Yeah, of course I do.” He shifts, and suddenly the toilet seat is digging uncomfortably into his thighs. “I love you, too.”

“Good,” there’s another soft thump as Cas leans his head back against the door, and Dean hates how relieved he sounds. “Okay. So—” his voice is less steady, now, and a pang of guilt shoots through Dean’s chest. What is he doing. “If you don’t want to do this, we won’t.”

Dean had already pushed himself off the toilet seat, but now he freezes. “What?”

“We can go home, right now. We won’t get the deposits back, but I’m sure our guests would enjoy the free party, and we—”

“Wait,” Dean has crossed the room, now. “You’d do that for me?” There’s a piece of Cas’ coat peeking under the door frame. Dean stares at it. “And we’d—”

“Order pizza, and pretend it’s a normal Saturday, and talk about this in the morning.” It’s not the we’d be fine he was hoping for, but it’s better than he expected.

Dean sighs and turns, mirroring Cas in sliding down his own side of the door to settle on the tile floor. “You deserve so much better than that, man.”

He knows Cas is tilting his head. “Is that what this is about? What I deserve?”

Dean pauses. “No,” he lies.

“Okay. Is it about what you deserve?”

“Don’t psychoanalyze me,” Dean snaps, and then immediately feels like the scum of the Earth.

Cas’ weary sigh will haunt him for the rest of his days. “I’m not. I’m just—I want to understand.”

I want to understand why you’re hiding in a bathroom on our wedding day. Why you’re doing this to me. To us.

Yeah, Dean does too.

Before he can respond there’s a flurry of footsteps, followed by a rushed whisper and what sounds like gesturing before the footsteps recede.

“Sam?” he hazards a guess.

“He’s just worried.”

“He always is.” Dean pauses. “Are guests getting worried, too?”

“…Yes,” Cas answers slowly, and then too quickly. “But they don’t matter. This isn’t about them.”

Dean groans, pulls his knees up to his chest, and buries his face in his hands. “’Course they matter,” he grumbles into his palms. “That’s why we’re here,” by here he means the fancy mansion estate Naomi had wanted them to rent.

“Dean, you know I would have married you in a courthouse.” He sounds puzzled, now, which is at least a nice departure from exhausted/crushed/dangerously calm.

Dean does not know. “What?”

Cas hums. “Or in a roadside chapel. Or in one of those Vegas Elvis churches.”

He feels incredibly dumb for not knowing this.

Cas is still talking. “And I would have waited 5, 10 years.” He pauses, thinking. “20, even.”

Dean feels a little breathless. “You were serious, earlier? When you said…if I say no, we’ll go home. Just like that, everything’s cool?”

“Just like that,” Cas agrees. “Although ‘cool’ is a strong word.” At least he’s being honest. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “My point is, Dean, that I am already yours in every way that matters, and I will remain so for as long as you’ll have me. Wedding today or not.”

Dean groans and leans his head back against the door. “That simple, huh?” he grumbles, even as his brain is yelling yes, it is.

“I think that’s part of the point,” comes the reply, and there’s a smile in his voice for the first time in the conversation.

“...Me too,” Dean replies after a beat, and it’s as soft as his earlier apology but this time he knows Cas can hear him. “You gotta know that, Cas.”

“I do,” Cas confirms, and it’s less unsure than Dean was afraid it would be.

Dean starts to smile back but catches himself, instead dragging a hand across his face, because despite these warm fuzzies—“You’re still gonna regret this.” It’s a neutral remark. Like a fact.

He can almost hear the eye roll.

“You’ve been saying that for our entire relationship, and yet I am not the one hiding from our wedding in the bathroom,” Cas replies, and Dean would call him out for being a smartass if he didn’t have an irritatingly valid point.

“Yeah, but—” he starts a futile attempt to argue, but Cas cuts him off.

“I could sit here and list off all the reasons why I’m here—why I’m choosing to be here—but I have some very well thought-out vows on the subject—” Dean is suddenly acutely aware of the paper tucked into his own suit jacket “—and I’m prepared to spend the rest of our lives convincing you that you deserve me, and I deserve you, and we deserve us.”

And that…..that actually sounds pretty good.

Okay.

Okay, yeah.

He rolls this over in his head for a moment before nodding and preparing to stand, to apologize, to—something. But Cas obviously takes the silence as there being something (else) wrong, because after a few seconds of shuffling his fingers slide under the door.

He’s (awkwardly, as much as the tight space will allow) holding his engagement ring.

He took off his engagement ring, and now he’s giving it back, and Dean’s not sure what could have gone horribly wrong in those few seconds of silence but this is obviously the other shoe dropping, already¸ and—

“Will you marry me?” Cas asks, voice muffled from where his face is obviously pressed against the wood.

Dean freezes. He stares at the ring. He remembers buying it. He remembers giving it to Cas in the first place. And now he's hiding in the bathroom on their wedding day and his perfect dork of a fiancé, who he will never deserve but who loves him so much anyway, is...proposing back.

He picks it up and puts it on his own finger, and it looks out of place and it doesn’t fit right, but suddenly he’s grinning so much that he doesn’t care. He stands quickly and yanks the door open, then reaches down to pull his startled fiancé up off the floor and into his arms.

“Yes?” Cas asks, pushing back just enough to be able to breathe, and suddenly the whole weight of the situation hits Dean at once. His grin falters.

“Yes—yeah, of course. I’m giving you the ring back, obviously, but—Christ, Cas, I’m so sorry, I don’t—”

Cas puts a finger to his lips, cutting off the babbling. “Wedding first, apologies after.”

Dean nods. Cas lets his hand drop but Dean catches it, presses a kiss to his fingertips, and links it with his own. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. Cas reaches out for his face with his free hand and smooths his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone.

“I love you,” he says, very seriously.

“I know,” Dean smiles, and it’s only a bit nervous. He risks leaning down to press a kiss to Cas’ forehead. “Come on." When he steps away he also steps forward, tugging Cas by the hand down the upstairs hallway. “Let’s go get married.”

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