#i wanna draw them slipping on banana peels

[oh2bloved]

silly billies

#i love the toads man #its SOOO much fun to draw them #they r very silly #i wanna draw them slipping on banana peels #stepping on rakes #amphibia #my art #amphibia sasha #sasha waybright #amphibia anne #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #amphibia grime #amphibia sprig

[artsyfangirl]

Mama!Y/n facts

Y/n has 3 tattleBabies. Yellow - Lemon, Purple - Leo, Blue - Clyde

Babies say Y/n is the ”BEST PARENT EVER!!!”

Y/n hums. a lot,

Y/n makes their own and their babies clothes <3

Babies don’t wear shoes and Y/n wears mostly mary janes or no shoes also

Leo is fucking feral. and by feral i mean, Pounces on you and fucking tries to attack you.

y/n has a nest full of plastic eggs and snacks

Y/n perfers not to attack trasspassers. They don’t wanna make a bad example :(

I was actually about to say that Leo looks like a little shit before I read what you said about him being feral. Looks like we’re on the same page.

And yeah, with kids like THOSE? You HAVE to set a good example. Not like it’s gonna stop Leo from jumping the poor bastards…

And the bois simp so hard. Literally MILF/DILF/PILF. They are ON THEIR KNEES. PLEASE. JUST ONE CHANCE. Oh god, Eric wouldn’t be able to function around Mama!Y/N. He wouldn’t. Like me with a few of my fictional crushes (AKA Time, Malon, Twilight, Rosemary, Jack, Michael, etc.)

The poor boy couldn’t do anything. And the little ones are lookin’ at ‘im like, ‘We know’ with Leo being all like, ‘don’t you dare do a thing, you little shit’.

JJ would… oh he’d be head over heels, more obviously than most of the others cus of the whole ‘silent movie’ thing. Poor guy.

YANCY WOULD BE JUST- OH MY GOD. HE JUST- I CAN’T, THERE ARE NO WORDS.

Damien is fucking SWEATING. Is it hot in here? YES HE KNOWS HE’S IN A SNOWY WASTELAND SHUT UP. LEAVE THE POOR MAN ALONE.

Celine is also awestruck. She immediately decides to team up with Y/N. Power couple of the century. And yes, she’s fully aware of her brother having a crisis over there, he’ll be thanking her later for setting them up with Y/N.

Actor can’t. Fucking. SPEAK! Which is kind of important when you’re an actor, at least, one from his era. Be careful, Y/N, and keep the tykes away too, his handle on his powers isn’t the best right now, to say the least.

The Host is mumbling so much no one can tell what’s going on over there. He’s ascended to Izuku Midoriya levels of muttering. And yes, he’s muttering, not speaking, cus he doesn’t want to freak Y/N out or draw attention to himself.

Wil literally just sticks to Y/N like glue, ignoring the jealous glares of the other Egos and the glares from Leo. He literally is the only Ego that can weasel his way into the heart of any Y/N. He is immune to the boundaries that the others face. So take that, Dark!

Dark, speaking of, is uh- well, he’s in conflict alright. One of his aberrations (as I’ll call them for now) is all over the place, and the other is just… chill. Kinda. Not hiding the fluster very well. Poor guy.

He’s so used to being the composed one but now, since SOMEONE (coUgH Damien coUgH) can’t handle himself (Dark’s redirecting the blame, yes it is partially Dame’s fault for not being able to compose himself but also Dark’s fault for being insanely flustered himself), now he’s a mess.

AND EVERYONE CAN SEE. EVEN THAT LITTLE SHIT THAT’S BEEN GLARING AT EVERYONE SINCE THEY ARRIVED. Though… he will admit, the brat has been glaring at Mark rather nastily (the most nastily out of all of them) this whole time, so maybe he’s not as bad as Dark thinks.

Celine responds in ‘headspace’, ‘nope, he’s just a little shit who wrecks everything and sees Mark as the biggest competitor’. Well, there goes that hope.

Anti is metaphorically slipping on everything. Like he’s stepped on a banana peel in a cartoon. He tries to be all intimidating, but then it just. Fails. Utterly. He’s getting so frustrated, he starts glitching out a bit more than usual.

Marvin is more thankful than EVER that he has his mask. Cus it’s sure comin’ in handy. Other than that, I think he’s probably fine. Slips up a bit sure, but mostly fine.

Jackie is also glad to have a mask. For some reason Leo keeps glaring at him the most, not sure why. Perhaps it’s the brat’s inner ‘law abider’ radar.

Schneep is just- so tired. Can someone please escort him out? He can’t deal with this right now. He’s too mentally and emotionally exhausted.

Chase is more sympathetic, but is also really flustered. He gets along well with the kids though, even Leo, strangely enough.

Also, Wil is obsessed with the fact that Y/N makes their and their children’s clothes by hand. JJ finds it charming too. And this discovery just makes Damien’s situation even worse.

The man is so flustered that if you saw him, you would swear that his body heat was melting the snow around him. Celine just looks at her brother and’s just like, ‘yup, this is my brother, everyone, this right here. This useless (affectionately) man. Can’t even get a S/O. Pathetic (affectionately)’.

Engineer is the most shameless simp of them all. Even Yancy can’t hold a candle to this man. This man is truly SHAMELESS. Just please, please. Remember, this guy is a Mark, after all. Of course he shares the love of big people. (Ahem, remember Mark’s reactions to Lady Dimitrescu, everyone)

He would do anything. Please.

#courtesy of writer #septic egos x reader #markiplier egos x reader #egos x reader

[nuclearforest]

☕️🍬 👻

Hehehe thanks for the ask!! Hope that the candy counts like, from past chapters because you saw the chapter for this week and there's no fluff. Just excitement.

☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

I've got Claire, my fire lady, and also Rosemary Briar! New sweet and powerful lady that kinda took the shape of the reader in Une Chien Nuit. I love her too so I'm doing BOTH. I need to learn how to draw.

Anyway, Claire's usual place to relax is at home. And that's boring. So her favorite place to relax away from home is along the shores of the great lakes-- doesn't particularly matter where, as long as it's in a wooded cottage along a lakefront where she can just unwind and pretend that she's on an actual vacation instead of remaining on call 24/7. Hans and Schrodinger enjoy going with her, and they rotate between lakes every year.

Briar, on the other hand, loves little cafes. Good for warm drinks, sweet pastries, and peoplewatching. It would be a bit harder to peoplewatch if Barrett were to tag along, but that's only because her eyes are focused on her favorite romantic goofball.

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

Rotten I'm haunted by everything but you'll have to pull sirens plot from my cold, dead hands. Anyway i do wanna ramble on about the recent idea I had deserving of horny jail:

Reader's a fae, hopped up to mirror a heat, with the logic I explored in Une Nuit Chien, and turned loose in the woods as competition for Hellsing's big 3 to catch and breed (reasons why still tbd but this is effectively pwp so who cares? (((((((......I do.)))))))). Alucard's an eldritch horror with two whole hotdogs, Anderson is probably something mildly demonic, and Hans is a werewolf. It would definitely be PWP with three branching chapters after the introduction for reader to pick their poison. If I could restrain myself from my usual excessive authoring tendencies, I could do a male and female reader version. But I don't wanna set myself up for failure and promise the world lol. At the very least there will be some predator/prey stuff going down. Definitely highly possessive.

If anybody checks my new pinned post I have a summary of ideas there too lol.

🍬 candy: share a sweet or fluffy scene from your wip!

Ok this is where I need to cheat because the new Sirens chapter is like, all action. So instead, take one of my favorite bites of fluff:

[[

Satin shows quickly after and Hans ends up passing out bananas left and right to insatiable sirens. He must’ve been right, given the reception, and by the time they’re out Claire’s begging him with wide eyes and a pronounced bottom lip to fetch another bunch. Looking over the others, all donning similar expressions, he sighs to himself and weighs his options. He had never considered women could be bottomless pits, originally thinking maybe Zorin had been an exception, and just shakes his head.

“ha…” Claire tries, mouth forming awkwardly around the noise with the rasp in her voice returning. Hans quirks an eyebrow at her, slightly leaning in as the other sirens turn their attention to their sister and cock their heads. “ha…”

The werewolf slips a bit closer to the ladies and pats Claire’s head, cutting off her next attempt before taking to his feet to clean the mess he threw behind him, gathering the pile of peels into his arms. “ha…” He ignores the haunting thought of the flash of sadness that ran through Claire’s eyes as he had turned away. One more bunch couldn’t possibly hurt. It’s not like he’d figure out how to preserve them all, anyway, he tells himself as he hikes up the beach.  

“Hase!”

Freezing, Hans robotically turns his head to look back at the blonde who had slipped up and settled in his old spot, hands clasped over her chest with determination in her eyes. “Hase!” she repeats and Hans’ heart melts, jaw loosening a second time.

It was his name.

She knew his name. And she said it.

Blinking dumbly at her, she just repeats it a third time. “Hase!”

He’d gladly trade all the blood in his body and flesh on his bones to hear it over and over again. He had wondered if he would ever hear it again. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he fully turns back to her before the others start to chirp amongst themselves. And just over the sound of the waves, the chirps fade into those same little ‘ha’s as Claire’s determination slips into another pout and Hans remembers how to move his legs again.

Bananas. They wanted bananas.

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#hase is rabbit in german #calling the werewolf a rabbit gets me ok #thank u for the ask rotten #always a good time uwu #mun rambles

[just-a-random-person24]

Okay, I'm posting them in text form cause I have too many and don't know which ones to draw

---

Chell: Are you a painting?

Felix: What-?

Chell: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Barney: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HIM OR SOMETHING-

-

Chell: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

-

Ramirez: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Stark: wHat?

Ramirez: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.

Stark: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

-

Eddie: *Locks Felix in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Felix: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

-

Gordon: Pardon the intrusion, but-

Eddie: On this moment or just my life in general?

-

Stark: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Felix: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Ramirez: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Felix: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

-

Eddie: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Eddie: cuLt leader.

Eddie: God hates me personally.

Eddie: cowBoy hat.

Eddie: *sniffles* Trying my best.

-

Stark, finally losing it: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

-

Barney, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Stark: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

-

Adrian: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Stark: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Chell: Drunk.

Gordon: Wasted.

Eddie: Dead.

-

Stark: You use humor to deflect your trauma.

Felix: Awww, thanks-

Stark: That’s not a good thing.

Felix: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

-

Stark: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Stark: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Chell.

-

Felix: So, Gordon is late today. Anyone wanna bet why?

Felix: I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man.

Stark: I don't know about that...I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank.

Eddie: Take this more seriously! Gordon was clearly taken in their sleep!

Chell: I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck.

Ramirez: Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting...?

*Gordon arrives*

Gordon: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank.

Stark, clapping their hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

-

Ryan: I need life advice.

Adrian, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

-

Arlen: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?

Eddie: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.

Arlen: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.

Eddie: ...

#mindverse #I especially like the 6th one

[agustdakasuga]

A Place Called Home | Chapter 15

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Now that you’re at home, you have been spending every waking moment with the boys. It’s not easy hiding your presents from curious hybrids. You look forward to spending your first Christmas as a family.

“Flip it!” Jin laughed and you held the handle of the frying pan with both hands, your tongue sticking out from the corner of your mouth as you focused. Tossing it, you watched the pancake lift off and land back in on the uncooked side. 

“Yeah!” You and Jin hi fived each other.

“Kitten, just what the hell are you and hyung doing at 9 am that has you cheering like Korea won the World Cup?” Yoongi stood at the doorway with arms crossed and raised eyebrows. You smiled sheepishly, the excitement making you forget about how loud you were being. 

“Making pancakes! I finally flipped one on my own!” You showed him proudly like a child showing her drawing to a parent. 

“Wow, kitten. You’re amazing.” Yoongi gave you an amused smile and wrapped your arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss your cheek. 

“Is everything okay?” Taehyung came down, yawning. 

“Yes, baby. Sorry for waking you up.” You giggled. Taehyung shook his head and came over, stealing you from Yoongi. He yawned against and pressed his cheek against the top of your head. 

“I smell pancakes!” Hoseok dashed down. 

“Good morning Hoseok!” You greeted as Jin poured more batter onto your frying pan. Hoseok waved and came over to observed the stack of chocolate chip pancakes you and Jin made. Yoongi yawned as he stood over the coffee machine to fix a brew for everyone. 

“Shall I cut some fruit?” Hoseok offered. 

“Yes, please.” You nodded and he walked over. Taehyung still clung onto your back like a koala. You were even convinced his fell asleep for a moment. 

“Good morning...” Jimin entered, rubbing his eyes, his hair all messed up. Letting Jin take over, you peeled Taehyung’s grip off of you and walked over to Jimin. 

“Morning, Chim.” You ran your fingers through his slightly tangled hair. He tiredly, wrapped his arms around you, letting out a tired whine. 

“Are you making pancakes?” He asked. You nodded you head and he looked over to see Hoseok cutting fruit. Taking a small paring knife, he wordlessly began to help slice the bananas, strawberries and kiwi. Two hybrids were missing. Seeing that Taehyung was helping Jin, you washed your hands and went upstairs. 

“Joonie?” You knocked and entered. Namjoon was sitting on his bed, having just woke up seconds before you entered.

“You’re awake.” You smiled. Namjoon nodded. 

“You have flour in your hair, my love.” Namjoon cracked a smile as his arms circled around your waist and he pulled you towards him. He pressed his face into your stomach, inhaling your scent. 

“The others didn’t even tell me I had flour in my hair.” You pouted and tried to get it off with your fingers. 

“Don’t worry, you’re still beautiful.” Namjoon teased. You threw your head back in laughter, slapping his shoulder lightly. Since he was awake, you went to wake Jungkook. The bunny was still sounded asleep, bundled up in a thick hoodie and pants. 

“Bunbun, time for breakfast.” You whispered. He stirred a little but didn’t make any other movements. 

Kookie, bunbun.” You called a little louder. A few seconds later, he let out a whine and stretched his arms and legs.

“(y/n)?” He croaked in his morning voice, peeking one eye open. 

“Good morning.” You laughed. Holding his hand, you pulled him into a sitting position. He frowned slightly and looked around, as if unaware of where he currently was. You combed his messy hair back and kissed his forehead. He hugged you, falling back on the bed. You let out a squeak in shock while Jungkook was slowly falling back asleep. 

“Hey! I’m not your pillow. And wake up or your hyungs are going to eat all the pancakes.” You hit his chest. 

“You can make me more if they do.” Jungkook mumbled, eyes still closed. 

“Nu uh. Don’t get your hopes up.” You rolled your eyes. Holding his hand, he let you drag him to his shared bathroom with Hoseok. You put tooth paste on his toothbrush for him, letting him brush his teeth.

“Aigo.” You wet a face towel and wiped his face. He let out another yawn, blinking his eyes with a blank stare. 

"Finally.” Taehyung groaned. 

“Morning, hyungs.” Jungkook grumbled out. The two of you took your respective seats and you all started eating. You sipped your coffee and cut into your pancakes. Taking the bowl of strawberries, you scooped generous portions for Jimin and Jin, who you know love strawberries. 

“Thank you.” Jimin smiled. You patted his head. 

“How’s rehearsal going?” You asked Yoongi. You knew it was different practicing at home compared to the school. The school had a grand piano while you had a regular piano at home. 

“It’s been good. I’m looking forward to it.” Yoongi nodded his head. 

“Can we all go watch hyung perform?” Hoseok asked excitedly, his tail wagging for emphasis. 

“Yes. I’ve ordered 7 tickets.” Yoongi informed. 

“I’m going to have a bath to get the flour out of my hair.” You announced and went upstairs. As you picked out your clothes from the drawer, you heard the door open. Arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Jinnie?” You smiled and turned around to face him. He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I love you, snowflake.” He whispered. 

“I love you too.” You replied. He hugged you and you squeezed his waist. You were so grateful for Jin. He was so patient and helpful with caring for the others, especially the younger ones. Turning your head to him, Jin pulled you closer to give you a loving kiss. He left you to let you have your shower. You soaked in your tub with a nice lavender bath bomb. 

Before you could fall asleep, you rinsed yourself off and got up. You wore one of Yoongi’s hoodies and slipped on some fuzzy socks,

“Shall we get more heating lamps?” You asked as you saw Jimin and Taehyung cuddling on the futon, fast asleep under the comforting warmth of the lamps. Yoongi shrugged. 

“Yeah. Jungkook and Hoseok may need to use it as it gets colder.” Yoongi said and you nodded. 

“I’ll order it, kitten.” He took his phone out. 

“Thank you. I love winters as much as the next guy but it makes me feel so lazy and tired.” You yawned, stretching your arms. Yoongi chuckled, still typing on his phone. His tail came to rest on your thigh. 

“Kitty.” You stifled a laugh as your stroked the soft fur, remembering the little girl at the beach, Hyejin. Yoongi stopped and shot you a nasty glare. You returned an innocent smile but snickered to yourself. Yoongi dropped his phone and tackled you onto the couch, tickling your sides. 

“Stop!” You laughed. 

“Not so tough now, huh? Apologise!” 

“Never!!” You squealed, laughing out loud. He scrunched his nose and just continued tickling you. 

“Who’s the kitty?” He asked again, the gummy smile on his face only growing bigger. You were so adorable when you tried to be rebellious and tough around him. 

“You! Min Yoongi!” You giggled. 

“Wrong answer~” 

“Okay! I surrender! White flag!” You shouted out random surrendering words. Yoongi stopped as you panted. He hovered over you and you met his eyes, even with his fringe covering them. You laughed, reaching up to cup his cheek. Slowly, he leaned down to press his lips against yours. When he pulled away, he laid down on top of you.

“Did you lose weight again? You feel lighter.” You asked as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“No...” He mumbled, placing his face on the side of your neck. When you found Yoongi, he was underweight and you learnt that it was hard for him to put on weight despite eating more. So him losing weight concerned you. 

“Relax, kitten. I’m just not putting my full weight on you. I don’t want you to be squished.” He chuckled when he heard your accelerated heart rate. 

“Okay.” You nodded. 

“(y/n)?” The two of you turned to see Taehyung and Jimin awake. You hit Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Look what you did.” You blamed. 

“You were the one shouting.” He pushed it back at you. You glared at him, sticking your tongue out at him. Taehyung wanted to come over to cuddle but Yoongi let out a low, warning growl. Taehyung whined but backed away with respect for the older. 

“Possessive much?” You snorted. 

“Hey, I’m allowed to be possessive over my woman. I mated you for a reason.” He scoffed. Your cheeks turned red at his bluntness.

“Now I wanna have a nap so hush.” He cooed in a teasing matter. You shook your head, he was seriously going to nap on top of you, in the living room where the others can see you. 

With Yoongi’s steady breathing and warm breath against your skin, you were also soon lulled into dreamland.

“Let them sleep.” Namjoon told the younger ones and draped a blanket over you and Yoongi. You and Yoongi just tightened your grip on one another.

--

Before you knew it, Christmas rolled around. The days leading up to today were definitely chaotic. You had to make sure the boys didn’t try to sneak into your room to get a peek at their presents. And as a family activity, all 8 of you bought a big Christmas tree and decorated it together. 

“Merry Christmas!” Your bedroom door opened and your 7 hybrids spilled in. You whined, hiding under the covers. 

“Come on, kitten. You told me I cannot be a grouch on Christmas so you can’t be one too.” Yoongi grabbed your hands in his and gently tugged you into a sitting position. 

“But it’s too early.” You whined. 

The 7 boys all sent you soft smiles, loving how precious you were. Jimin and Taehyung tackled you back into the bed with hugs. 

“Alright, alright.” You chuckled and finally opened your eyes to face them. You took your time to scan all of them, taking it all in. The fact that all of them were here with you. 

“Merry Christmas, boys.” You greeted with a smile. You gave all of them hugs but no kisses since you had yet to brush your teeth. All of them, except Taehyung and Jimin, left the room to let you wash up. You wore your Christmas jumper and brushed your hair. Finally, Taehyung stepped closer to you with a smug smile. 

“What?” You stopped and faced him. He shrugged, eyes going up. You followed and looked up, seeing the mistletoe he held over you.

“Now, where did you learn this?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yoongi hyung said it grants us unlimited kisses for the day.” Jimin spoke from his seat on the bed. Shaking your head, you looked back at Taehyung, who tapped his lips. 

“You’re learning too much from Yoongi.” You rolled your eyes but tip toed to give him a peck anyway.

“My turn!” Jimin grinned. Taehyung did the honours of holding the green over your heads. You pinched Jimin’s cheek lightly and kissed it. When you pulled away, he gave you a kiss on your cheek as well. 

“Yah! Stop hogging her and let her come out!” Jungkook shouted from outside the door. Chuckling, you held their hands and went out with them. You couldn’t say you were surprised when you saw the boys with their own mistletoe leaves in their hands. 

“This is your fault.” You glared at him. 

“One at a time.” You sighed. The boys obediently got into a line and waited for your hugs and kisses. 

After that, you enjoyed a nice breakfast together, with egg nog that you made. You made an alcohol version and alcohol-free version for those that didn’t want to drink so early in the day.

“Hoseok, you’re glowing.” You cupped his warm, red cheeks. He giggled. The rest of the day was spent together, the 8 of you spent some time outside and then watched a movie together. It was a shame that snowfall was late this year.

“Are we going to open presents now?!” Jungkook asked excitedly. You nodded and went upstairs to get all the gifts down. 

“That’s a lot.” Jimin said in awe as you arranged everything. You laughed and patted his head. This was your first Christmas with Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung so you wanted it to be as memorable for them as possible. 

“Let’s see who we have here. Chim.” You took the bag and gave it to him. He opened it and his eyes widened. 

“I know you like your sweaters.” You smiled. 

“They’re so soft.” He gasped as he felt the soft material under his fingertips. After thinking about what Jimin would like for his present, you decided to get him some high end sweaters. 

“They fit perfectly.” He slipped one over his head, snuggling into the warmth of them. You melted at how adorable he was and he hugged you gratefully. 

“Hoseok.” You took the next bag.

“No way!” Hoseok has been eyeing the new limited edition off-white sneakers. They were so difficult to get but thankfully, the store you called had one last pair in the colour and size he wanted.

“How did you get this?!” He was so excited, his tail showed it.

“A magician never reveals her secrets.” You giggled. He squeezed you as the big smile on his face never faltered. 

“Joonie. I really hope I got it right.” You joked as you gave him his. He unwrapped it and saw that it was a limited edition figurine. Namjoon was starting to get into collecting his favourite figurines and you wanted to get him a special one. 

“This is the exact one. I have been looking for it online but it’s been sold out everywhere. ” He looked at the box. 

“Thank God then.” You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you, my love. I love it.” He gave you a peck, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Me next!” Jungkook complained. 

“Alright, alright. Here’s your, bun bun. Be careful.” You slid the wrapped box over to him. Jungkook clapped his hands happily and began to shred through the wrapping. It was the latest gaming console. Jungkook really loved his games so you thought it was a fitting present for him. Jungkook shouted happily and jumped into your arms. 

“Oof! I take the reaction as you liking it.” You wrapped your arms around him as you steadied yourself. 

“I do! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He chanted. 

“We’ll go to the store to pick out more games soon.” You ruffled his hair and he nodded his head, giving you a bunny smile. 

“Jinnie, you’re next. Be careful.” You cautioned as you handed the present to him. From the size of it, Jin already knew what it was. There are only a few things that are shaped like that. 

“I promise I’ll go fishing with you next time and you can try it..” You said as he unwrapped the new fishing pole. 

“You always complain that it’s boring.” Jin snorted.

“I promise I’ll only complain for 5 minutes.” You promised. Jin shook his head with a smile and wrapped an arm around your waist. He puckered his lips and you shyly leaned in to give him a kiss. Seeing your red cheeks made him laugh and squeeze your waist. 

“My baby is next.” You passed the paper bag to him. Taehyung tore the paper open and his eyes widened as he went quiet.

“Is this really for me?” He whispered in disbelief. 

“Of course, silly.” Taehyung felt tears well up in his eyes. He had expressed an interest in photography so you bought him a Leica camera, which has been on his wishlist. 

“I love it.” He wiped his tears. 

“Aww, don’t cry, baby.” You cooed and reached out to wipe his tears for him. He put the camera down and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. Seeing Taehyung cry almost made you cry as well but you held yourself together. Yoongi still had yet to get his gift and you weren’t going to ruin the moment for him.

“Last but definitely not least. Yoongo Boongo.” You called. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his hated nickname. 

“There’s a reason I blocked this half of the living room.” You had blocked it off with folded screens, telling the boys it was a surprise and they couldn’t go see what it was. Thankfully, they listened to you and didn’t peek. 

“Close your eyes and follow me.” You held your hand out to him. He closed his eyes and let you lead him. The boys helped you remove the folding screens. 

“Wow.” The other 6 gasped when they saw it. 

“What? What?” Yoongi was curious as he stood there with his eyes still closed. Bringing him closer, you placed his hand on the material. 

“What-” He opened his eyes and froze. 

“Surprise.” You said. Yoongi just stared at what was in front of him, thinking that this could be a dream and when he woke up, it wouldn’t be here. He looked up at you and you just gave him a crooked smile. From his long silence and lack of reaction, you grew worried about what he was thinking. Did he not like it? Did you get the wrong present?

“Kitten...” Was all he said. 

“Is this the wrong one? I-I’m not really an expert on these things so I just gave the model number to guy and he got it for me-” He cut off your rambling by pulling you to his chest. 

“It’s perfect, kitten. I don’t even know what to say. Thank you.” He let out a deep breath.

“You’re welcome, Yoongs. Merry Christmas.” You said, muffled against the material of his hoodie. You knew one of Yoongi’s dreams was to have his own grand piano. So you felt that this Christmas the perfect timing to get him a white grand piano. You had the space for it and he deserves it.

“I love you.” Yoongi whispered. 

“I love you too.” You looked up at him. Cupping his cheek, he brought his head down to give you a kiss. 

“Wait, there’s still one more present.” You moved away and went back to the couch area. Digging through the bags, you took the envelopes out. 

“Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook.” You handed them out according to the names you scribbled on top. The three received them and opened them. They read the papers quietly. The other 4 hybrids curiously looked over their shoulders to see what it was. Even they were shocked. 

“If you’d allow, I would like to adopt the 3 of you.” You felt tears well up in your eyes. The 3 hybrids were speechless as all of them started crying. You pulled them into a big hug. 

“All of you are already family so might as well make it official.” Your voice cracked as you wiped your tears, stroking Jimin’s head.

“We are getting adopted.” Hoseok smiled through the tears. Jungkook was crying so hard he couldn’t even speak. He knew you would never let him feel abandoned again. All your hybrids pulled you into a big group hug. 

“I love you all so much.” You told them. As they all continued to embrace you and each other, your eyes moved to the window and you gasped. 

White flurries slowly drifted down from the sky. It was the first snow, falling on Christmas day. 

“It’s the first snow!” You grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pulled him to the backdoor. The others just followed you, wearing their shoes. Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin have never seen snow before. You wore your own boots and dashed out, feeling the snow fall on your skin.

“Kitten! You need a jacket!” Yoongi shouted. You giggled and you jumped around.

“It’s the first snow!” You continued to cheer.

“Got you!” Namjoon held your waist and spun you around. You laughed as you placed your hands on his shoulder. Everyone had run running around and playing in the snow.

“Why is the first snow so special?” Jimin asked. 

“There’s a belief that if you experience the first snow with someone you love, you’ll stay together for a long time.” You held his hand with a soft smile. Jimin smiled at your words, he wanted to stay with you forever, and hugged you as the snow continued to fall. Jungkook removed the snow from your hair.

“May I?” You pointed to his long ears. He nodded, leaning down so you could help him brush off the snow.

“This is really Christmas.” Jin wrapped his arms around you.

~~~

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Crossing Bridges - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Tony | Prologue

For a few seconds, Tony is frozen still while Zachariah cries miserably. But then some instincts he hadn’t realised he even had kick in, and he wraps his arms around the distraught kid, holding him securely against his chest as he gets up, and starts pacing.

That’s what you do to calm down babies, he knows that much, and Zachariah’s—what? Four? Maybe five? Barely not a baby anymore, anyway. So Tony walks circles around his living area, stroking a hand up and down Zachariah’s back, and talking quietly.

He isn’t really sure what Zachariah might be interested in, just does what Jarvis used to do whenever Tony woke up with nightmares, and couldn’t go back to sleep; tells him about the Howlies. He can barely hear his voice over Zachariah’s wails, at first, but eventually, ever so slowly, Zachariah’s cries grow quieter, into occasional sniffles, and wet little hiccups.

When Tony’s finishing up the story about how Steve and Barnes got stuck in a tree in an Italian forest because of some angry boars, Zachariah’s smiling shyly, head resting against Tony’s shoulder. “You liked that, huh?” Tony asks, smiling back, and brushes some of the tears away from Zachariah’s flushed cheeks.

Zachariah nods, absently playing with the collar of Tony’s shirt. “Silly daddy,” he tuts through a yawn. Then, hopeful, he asks, “Bun Bun?”

That brings Tony up short. “Bun Bun?”

“I want Bun Bun,” Zachariah repeats, more insistent, before apparently remembering his manners, and adding, “Please?”

(More after the break!)

It takes Tony a moment, but then he remembers the bags out in the hall. Crouching with a little kid attached to his side turns out to be surprisingly difficult, never mind opening the gym bag, but Zachariah makes no move to let go of Tony, and Tony doesn’t want to risk upsetting him again. Barnes obviously knows his son’s priorities, though, because there, right on top, is a stuffed bunny.

Zachariah makes grabby hands at it the moment he spots it, and buries his face in its soft fur when Tony hands it over, mumbling contentedly. He’s obviously still tired—or exhausted from all the crying—and Tony considers trying to get him back to sleep, but it’s already close to half past eight. He probably shouldn’t let the kid sleep away the whole morning, at least not if he wants him to go to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour tonight.

Maybe they can both take a nap later. Tony’s certainly old enough that he appreciates every extra minute of sleep he can get, loath as he is to admit it.

He takes the bag and Zachariah’s backpack into one of the guest rooms, putting them on the bed for now, before heading to the kitchen. “How about breakfast? Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” Zachariah says, around the thumb in his mouth.

He looks reasonably calm now, though, so Tony leaves him to it. It’s probably not the best thing for his teeth, but the kid’s had one hell of a morning so far; he’s earned whatever comfort he or Tony can provide, Tony figures. And they’re going to be eating soon anyway.

“Okay,” Tony says, pulling open the fridge, and angling Zachariah so he can see what’s inside. “What’s it going to be, squirt?”

Zachariah considers his options, then points. “Bananas?”

“Good choice,” Tony agrees, pulling them out. “What else? Maybe some yoghurt?”

“No,” Zachariah says, wrinkling his nose. “Daddy makes pancakes on Sundays.”

Tony’s culinary skills are severely lacking, but pancakes he can do. Even if they never brown evenly, but he doubts Zachariah’s going to care too much. “With some chocolate chips? You like those?”

That makes Zachariah nod excitedly, giving Tony another small smile. It slips a little when Tony puts him on a chair at the table—he’s not going to handle a kid and a hot frying pan at the same time, even he knows that’s a disaster waiting to happen—so Tony quickly peels one of the bananas, and breaks off a piece for him. Then he goes and gets him a glass of juice, too, and one of his notebooks and some pens for good measure.

With Zachariah occupied for the moment, Tony makes a start on the pancakes. He’s got the batter ready quickly, and has the first batch in the pan when Zachariah asks, “Tony?”

“Yeah, kiddo,” Tony glances over his shoulder, “what’s up?”

“Are daddy an’ uncle Steve fighting bad guys?” Before Tony can come up with a child-friendly answer to that, Zachariah goes on with, “The bad guys who made me?”

Tony nearly drops his spatula. “Zachariah—”

“That’s only for when I’m being bad,” Zachariah says sternly. “When I’m being good you gotta call me Zach.”

“Zach,” Tony concedes. He turns down the heat on the stove, and turns around to face Zach, uselessly wiping his hands on his pants to buy himself some more time. He has no idea what, exactly, Barnes has told Zach about where he came from, but he must know the basics at least, if he’s aware that ‘the bad guys made him’, as he calls it. “Steve found a HYDRA base, yes, and your dad and Natasha went to help him take care of it.”

He’s so incredibly out of his depth, here, especially considering that Steve is MIA, and he has no idea what happened, what Barnes and Nat are walking into, and when—and in what condition—they’ll be back.

But Zach seems satisfied with that answer, at least for the moment. “That’s good,” he says, and picks up a pen, going back to whatever he was drawing before. “Daddy says they’re bad people, an’ he’s going to make them all go away so everyone’s safe.”

There’s no more heavy conversation while Tony finishes cooking, and then Zach’s too busy stuffing his face to talk at all. He has chocolate smeared around his mouth, and Tony would regret adding the whipped cream if Zach wasn’t looking so happy, grinning around his fork when Tony asks, “Good?”

Tony makes Zach carry his plate, glass, and cutlery over to the dishwasher once they’re done eating, then helps him put it all in there. “Good job,” he says when everything’s put away, and holds his hand out for a high-five. Zach slaps it, beaming, and then giggles when Tony pulls a face at his now sticky fingers. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?”

Zach shrieks when Tony picks him up, wiggling and laughing when Tony slings him over his shoulder to carry him to the bathroom. He insists on washing his hands on his own, but lets Tony clean his face with a washcloth, even though he grimaces through it, clearly not impressed.

After that, with Zach fed and mostly chocolate-free again, Tony’s at a bit of a loss as to what to do. It’s Sunday, meaning he has the day off unless there’s an Avengers or SI emergency, but he has no idea what Zach’s schedule is usually like.

The in-tower daycare for all employees is open, but Zach looks at him like he’s crazy when Tony asks if he’s supposed to be there. “Not when it’s the weekend.”

“Right.” Tony rubs a hand over the back of his neck, sheepish. “What do you normally do on weekends?”

“Play with daddy,” Zach says, leaning against Tony’s leg, looking up at him. “Or uncle Steve. Sometimes we go to the park, or do other stuff.”

Well. That’s not especially helpful. “Anything specific you want to do today?”

Humming, Zach considers that. Then his face lights up, and he tugs at Tony’s shirt, bouncing up and down on his toes. “Swimming! In the big pool!”

Which is how Tony finds himself in the swimming area on the recreational floor half an hour later, kneeling in front of Zach, who’s sitting on a deck chair, vibrating with excitement while Tony blows up his floaties. As soon as they’re secured to his arms he hops off the chair, and takes off towards the kiddie pool, whining when Tony says, “Hey, hey,” and snags him around the waist.

“Careful, no running,” Tony warns, waiting until Zach actually looks at him, pouting a little, before adding, “The floor’s slippery. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself, okay?”

“Okay,” Zach says impatiently, but he walks more slowly when Tony sets him back down.

Tony brings over the toys he’d found while looking for Zach’s swim shorts, sitting down on the edge of the shallow pool, feet in the water. Zach seems content to splash around, though, talking to himself as he fills and empties a small green bucket, over and over again. Tony has no idea what it is he’s playing, but he’s obviously having fun, which is the important thing.

Taking the opportunity while Zach’s doing his thing, Tony gets in some exercise of his own, swimming slow, unhurried laps, always keeping an eye on Zach to make sure he’s fine. He gets in maybe twenty minutes of swimming before Zach grows bored, toddling over to where Tony floats to the edge of the pool to meet him.

“Done already?”

“Wanna swim with you,” Zach mumbles, suddenly shy again. “In the big pool.”

Tony lets him jump in, even though the signs say not to, but it’s his pool, and there’s no one there to tell them not to. Zach is delighted, spluttering and grinning when he breaks the surface. He doggy paddles the few feet over to Tony, and wraps himself around Tony as best as he can, demanding Tony throw him.

They spend the better part of an hour in the pool, with Tony obligingly throwing Zach, and letting Zach chase him around, cackling madly whenever he manages to catch Tony. When Zach starts to flag, his head on Tony’s shoulder while Tony keeps them afloat, Tony decides it’s time to head back upstairs.

Zach fusses through his shower and getting dressed again, clearly tired, but perks up a little when Tony promises he can choose what they’ll have for lunch. Having learned from that morning, Tony talks Zach out of spaghetti and into penne with tomato sauce, which still make a mess, but, Tony tells himself, a smaller one than the spaghetti would’ve made.

After getting cleaned up yet again, Tony settles in on the loveseat in front of the TV, Zach in his lap, and nods seriously at Zach’s insistence that he doesn’t need a nap because he’s not sleepy at all. He says it while rubbing at his eyes and blinking slowly, and Tony has to bite back a smile.

He finds something suitable for a five-year-old, and pulls the blanket from the couch over them both, slowly rubbing Zach’s back. Zach is dead to the world five minutes into an episode of SpongeBob, and Tony’s not far behind.

Kids are exhausting.

- Potrix | AO3 

A/N: This story is going to have five chapters (including the prologue), and I’ll try to post them all consecutively over the next couple of days. I make no promises, though, but fingers crossed!

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Bright Side

A/N: I had intended to do a Chuck/Reader this week buuuut this kind of took over instead. So have a fluffy Gabriel & Reader thing. I probably should have saved it for later because the format is similar to the ‘13 Kisses’ but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also to note, I’m categorizing this as Gabriel & Reader friendship but I tried to make it kind of ambiguous, so it could be a romantic relationship? Maybe? I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Summary: Gabriel is feeling a bit down. Reader tries to help.

Quick facts: Friendship fic – Gabriel & Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Bad, bad, bad jokes and pick up lines. I apologize for none of it.

Words: 2423

          Something is wrong with Gabriel.

Not constantly snacking is strange but excusable. Since the great Soda Disaster of four months ago, Sam has been insistent in nagging Gabe not to eat or drink in the library anymore. Of course the nagging only works about eighty percent of the time (Sam is impressive in this regard; you would have put money on the average being much, much lower), but he’s not addicted to anything. Gabe showing up without a candy bar or lollipop isn’t a cue to sound the alarm for the next apocalypse. However, three weeks without smugly eating a cake while Sam glares at him the entire time?

That’s another thing– Gabe’s around a lot lately. He did promise to help look through some of the books written in nigh-illegible foreign languages and he had seemed genuinely interested in some of them. But now when he comes around there’s no joking, no laughing, no gumming up the works with whatever joke he has in mind. No jokes at all, really; it’s all serious and business and Sam seems perfectly content and that sets a buzzer off if nothing does.

The last straw came yesterday. You had bought a pie and hid it until Gabe had showed up. After a little while of quiet, boring research (well, for Sam and Gabe, as you and Dean have your own computers and what Sam doesn’t know can’t hurt you) you excused yourself, went to get the pie and ice cream, and came back with it to offer it as a break. Sam gave you a very predictable stink-eye that you had utterly ignored and Dean slammed his laptop shut in anticipation. Gabe hadn’t moved. When you offered him some Dean had whimpere– er, made a manly noise of discontent, but Gabe had just looked at the dessert, said, “No thanks,” and gone back to whatever he was reading.

Dean, Sam, and you had stared at him for a long time. Dean’s bite had even fallen off his fork and he whipped his head at you. Dean and Gabe got along surprisingly well after some initial unease and they seemed to love almost nothing as much as giving each other crap. Denying something sweet and good and also giving up the chance to annoy Dean?

Something is wrong with Gabriel.

And you’re going to find out what.

You’ve waited a couple of days for the opportunity and now that you see Cas walking down the hall, alone, you take a chance. “I need to talk to you,” you tell the befuddled angel before you pull him by the sleeve into an unused room and shut the door.

He says your name with measured confusion and you have to smile a little. “It’s nothing that bad it’s just…is anything super bad going on in Heaven?”

Cas blinks. “No.”

“Any big problems cropping up on earth that we should know about?”

“No,” Cas says firmly and squints at you. “Why?”

“Then what’s up with Gabriel?”

“Ah.” He loses the suspicious stare and looks more tired than anything. “You’ve noticed it as well.”

“Has he said anything to you?” They’re not super close but they get each other more than any of the other angels can, and they spend quite a bit of time together as a result. If anybody but you knows, it’ll be Cas.

“No, but I have asked. You can guess what the answer was.”

Yeesh. “Well I hope it’s nicer that what I imagine it was,” you say. Gabe deals with feelings by avoiding the topic or getting prickly about it. ‘Prickly’ for an archangel carries a lot more weight than for humans. This brings up a problem though– is there an actual problem or is it just the part of Gabe that is very much like a human, worrying, or just caught in a bad state of mind?

Cas’s eyes crinkle with concern. “Are you going to try to talk to him about it?”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to talk about it,” you say.

“What does that–” Cas tilts his head to one side. “What are you planning?”

You pat his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”

Conversely, he looks as worried as he can. “I find those words as reassuring from you as I would find them from Gabriel. So to say, not at all.”

You smile brightly in return.

  ~Several days later~

  “Seriously, what are you going to do with all that candy?”

“It’s my candy, I bought it, I can gorge on it if I want. Now leave me alone.”

Dean huffs and turns back to face the dark road, muttering, “Touchy, touchy,” like he hasn’t been hassling you on and off for hours since the last pit stop you made at a gas station. You roll your eyes over to Sam, who shrugs and puts his hands up like he doesn’t want to get anywhere near this…argument? Annoyance? Whatever. Coward.

Later that night you’re in your own room, absently trying to do research on the case when the sound of wings rushes by your ear. You stiffen instinctively but you glance back at Gabe with a smile. He’s leaning against the headboard and he looks at you, waggling his eyebrows, but there’s no smile, no humor to it. He looks tired.

“I got some snacks,” you say and take a few packages from the side table, tossing them at him. “Have at.”

Gabe frowns at the first candy bar and he raises an eyebrow at you. “I thought you didn’t like these?”

“They’re fine, just not my favorite.” You shrug and try to keep reading while also keeping tabs on Gabe.

He looks through the candy, looks at you, and sets it aside. Well, he didn’t give it back to you. You’re going to call that a win.

  ~A week later~

  It’s an interminable day in the library. Sam had caught you giving hearts to cat pictures and confiscated your laptop. Dean had smirked at you, somehow fooling Proctor Winchester when he had walked behind him. So here you are, with a book written in faded pencil and strict instructions to glean what you can from it. It is the dictionary definition of boring. It is so boring that you can’t even tell if it’s useful or not; your eyes keep diving to the side.

When you glance at Gabe he’s zoning out. You smirk and decide Sam’s Wrath is worth this next bit.

“Hey Gabe?” you say and wait for his attention to be on you. “Did you know that circling vultures are a dead giveaway?”

It’s a weak attempt at a joke, but Gabe blinks and he looks a little less dead to the world. Dean mutters something under his breath but you ignore him, focusing on the angel. “Hey, did I ever tell you about that time I had a hunt lead me to a henhouse? It was full of poultry-geists.”

Sam’s bitchface is so epic you can feel it. Dean chokes on “seriously?!” and Gabe’s face hints at a smile. A smile. Well, an almost-smile. That’s all you need.

“You know why Rowena doesn’t like to go to the desert? Because then she’d be a sand-witch.”

The smile grows and Dean groans. Sam grits out your name.

“Did you know a banshee’s favorite dessert is ice scream?”

“(y/n).” Sam sounds desperate.

“I found out recently that monsters really love this one play about a tragic romance. It’s called ‘Romeo and Ghoul-iet.’”

Dean slams his laptop shut. “I’m out,” he says and stalks towards the kitchen.

“Do you know why ghosts don't like parties? They have no body to dance with.”

Sam says your name more intensely. Gabe is trying valiantly to clamp down on his smile. He is failing.

“There was a picket line in hell recently. I heard it was a real demon-stration.”

Sam lets his head fall to the table, drawing out your name in a long, pained way that, combined with your truly awful/awesome jokes, makes you collapse in on yourself with laughter. When you gain enough control to look up, Gabe’s smile is big enough to show teeth.

Phase two: success.

  ~A week later~

  Gabe is fiddling with the label on his beer bottle. He’s more alert these days, and he even joked with Dean earlier tonight. Right now, though, he seems to be back in his head, stuck in something that makes him frown.

So you sidle closer in the booth seat you share, stealing his attention and a half-cocked smirk. It’s better than nothing, and you smile back. “Can you put your arm around my waist? I wanna be able to tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel.”

Gabe and Dean both snort. It’s a good thing Sam isn’t here– food and puns are now banned from the library with equal vehemence. “You gonna ask me if it hurt when I fell from heaven?” Gabe drawls sarcastically and takes a swig of his drink.

“No, but I do wanna know– are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications.”

“Hey, you can’t do that when you know the person!” Dean says, like you’ve offended his rules when it comes to terrible pick-up lines. But you figure you can do whatever you want. And you’re going to.

You take a drink of your own beer and steel yourself. This one requires total concentration so you exude it as much as you can. You pin Gabe with your most intense bedroom eyes, lean in, and say in as low and seductive a voice as you can manage, “…Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling.”

Gabe stares at you. And stares. And then his shoulders shake and when Dean bursts out into loud, loud laughter you have to follow. Gabe manages to keep his laughter in but it takes all his effort and you and Dean are close enough to drunk that your amusement eggs each other on and you don’t worry about it so much.

  ~A week later~

  “Watch out for–”

Sam doesn’t get the warning out before you slip down the hill into blood and mud and shifter goo and ugh you are covered in bits and pieces of the latest hunt and all you can do is stare up at the brothers and angels and wonder why God has so thoroughly forsaken you.

Except, not, because you hear a sound you haven’t heard in what feels like forever. Gabe is laughing at you. True, full, gut-busting laughter. The sound makes you happier than you should be, swimming in corpse bits. Normally his utter amusement at your misery would be annoying, but you’ll give him a pass. This one time. The ones not getting a pass though? Sam (smiling), Dean (laughing), and even Castiel (smiling).

“You– did you hear that noise you made?!” Dean says through his laughter and Gabe and him actually double over and put their hands on each others’ backs. You roll your eyes and manage to stand.

“I’m sure it was incredibly dignified,” you say with a snobbish air.

“Where does ‘shrieking four year old’ fall on the scale of dignity?”

For that you pick up a clump of mud and whatever and hurl it at Dean. He yelps and jumps back. Gabe is too busy laughing at him to notice you picking up another handful and it hits his chest with a very satisfying ‘splat!’ He looks down at the mass clinging to him. “Ew.” He picks something out and studies it. “I think that’s a finger.” He blinks and smiles at you suddenly, mischief in his eyes.

“Oh no,” you say, moving carefully away. “Gabriel don’t you d–” You let out a ‘very dignified’ shout when he throws it at you and you barely dodge in time.

“Hey, guys? Screaming and playing with body parts is not exactly how I want to get arrested,” Sam says.

“Spoil sport,” Gabe says and raises his hand, ready to snap. “I got it.”

In the flick of his fingers you’re in a cozy-looking room set up similar to your motel room, clean and dry and uninjured, and Gabe is your only company. “Where are we?” you ask.

“Your room, with a few divine upgrades,” Gabe says.

“Sam and Dean?”

“With Cas, in their own room.”

“The, uh…‘crime scene’?”

“Like nothing was ever there,” he says and strides over to you. You and he have done this Q & A enough times that it’s almost routine by now. You sit down on the bed and Gabe sits next to you. He presents you with a cupcake and not eating since this morning makes the monstrous load of sugar look immensely appealing.

“Say, did you hear about the love affair between sugar and cream?” Gabe winks at you. “It was icing on the cake.”

You laugh and unwrap the side to take a bite. However Gabe puts a hand between it and your mouth, leans in and says, “Actually, you shouldn’t eat that. You’re sweet enough as it is.”

Luckily his joke is without intent and he moves back, amused, and allows you to bite into it. He looks at you like he can’t quite figure you out, but there’s a fondness there. “You’ve been trying to cheer me up.”

You work through your bite and think about what you want to say. You can’t chew long enough, though; the cupcake is so delectable it melts in your mouth and you end up having to speak without thinking long enough. “Sort of? I mean…”

You sigh, wipe your face, and set down your treat so you can give Gabriel all of your attention. “I know you’re more than candy and jokes,” you say. “But I also know those are some of the things you enjoy, and you enjoy them with abandon when you feel good. I…I didn’t really know how to say ‘you look bummed’ without maybe upsetting you, so I wanted to show you that I knew. That I could tell you were sad and I wished I could help. That’s all.”

He stares at you. His smile, when it comes, is small, but warm. “I don’t deserve you,” he says.

“Very few people do,” you say nonchalantly, but you’re sure your smile gives you away. “But I guess I can make an exception for someone that gets me a cupcake that good.”

He laughs, genuinely, without malice or hurt or irony, and that’s a sound you feel you can get used to.

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[justoneday-namjoonii]

Di piano e forte 03

pt. 1 ↠  pt. 2  ↠ pt. 3 ↠ pt. 4

↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin. 

↠Genre: Angst, fluff.

↠Warnings: This fic contains slight domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature subjects.

author’s note: Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!

They were fighting again. 

That was the beginning of your sleepless nights.

As dysfunctional as their relationship was you’d think the would’ve split up by now. It was cursing out each other one minute then cursing at you to get out of the room. That was on your list of things you hated most about living here, and you had a long list. That's what you heard all night, they bickered and she went on about why she thought he was cheating and other stuff that didn't concern you. You stood in the kitchen, preparing some tea to take back to your room when you heard a knock at the door. With your mug still in hand you went to peek through the peep hole. She knocked once again, earning a startled flinch from you.

You opened the door, and cherry ran up to greet her as well, seeing her with two large grocery bags on her arms and a bright smile. “Stop it cherry- Hi, Mel? What's all this?” You questioned, immediately helping her inside.

“I haven’t been to your place, it’s nice.” She looked around on her way to the kitchen and you stared at her baffled. “He may be douche bag but at least he doesn’t live in a dump.” She chuckled, still hearing no responses from you.

“Mel...” You looked at the bags and sat your tea on the counter and she gave you an odd look of confusion.

“Don't tell me you forgot.” She went towards the kitchen and sat the groceries on the counter, you were clueless. “You said if I brought you the ingredients you'd make a congratulations cake for Hara’s first dance recital - which is tomorrow night.” She crooked her brow until your your mouth hung open in realization.

“Oh God!- I’m so sorry I don’t know how it slipped my mind, I’ll start it right now.” You rushed to change your shirt and ran into the kitchen to start unbagging the groceries. “Mel, you’ll have to forgive me I’ve been a little distracted lately.” You went to the draws to grab measuring cups you know he’s never used. 

“Oh?” She smirked, peeling a banana as she sat on the bar stool. “Distracted by what? Or should I say who?” 

You leveled a cup of flour and sighed. “I have a piano teacher now...” You grinned.

“That’s so good, you need something in your life that isn’t just work. A hobby like that is perfect for you.” She was halfheartedly scrolling through her phone as she continued to talk to you. “Who’s your teacher?”

“His name is Min Yoongi, he’s a student at my university...” You checked under the cabinet for your mothers cook book and sat it open on the counter.

Mel’s grin stretched from ear to ear and you rolled your eyes at what she was getting at. “Is he cute?” Of course she had to ask.

“Um,” You got a little flustered at the question as you went into the fridge for eggs trying to distract yourself from thinking about him. “why does it matter if he’s cute or not?...” You sat the eggs on the counter and began to crack them into a spare bowl.

“So he is cute, I knew it...” She laughed, knowing she could read you like a book. “Do you have his number?”

“Yes I have his number but it’s not like that.” Rinsing your hands off in the warm water from the kitchen sink you gave her an innocent look.

“Is he nice? Does he have a girlfriend?” 

“I don’t know!” You exclaimed, shrugging your shoulders. “Why are you trying to set me up with every guy I come in contact with.” Both of you laughed in unison, it was true; ever since high school she tried to hook you up with her boyfriends friends. She succeeded once, and the ‘double date’ consisted of her leaving you with some weirdo while she went to make out somewhere. You remember it vividly, your date took you to some weird bonfire and - it was just a bad situation.

“I wanna see you with a boyfriend Y/N, they’re not as bothersome as you think.” Say’s the girl who’s ended every relationships she’s been in.

“I don’t think they’re bothersome I’m just not that interested in anyone right now, and I don’t think anyone's interested in me.” 

“Trust me, if you're a pretty girl in college there’s always someone interested in you, they just don’t say it all the time.“ She would know, she knew everything and everyone in high school and if she were in college right now she’d know all of them too. “Hara’s father is coming to her recital, he asked me to get him a ticket last night.” 

“Seriously?” You knew where the mention of him was going.

“Yeah, he kept her last weekend right, and when she came back he was all she talked about, ‘daddy said this, daddy said that, me and daddy did this’. I try to put our problems aside and be a mature grown woman but it’s not easy. I got pregnant when I was twenty one, fresh out of college with a baby. And now she’s a bubbly five year old wondering why mommy and daddy don’t live in the same house anymore.” She groaned. “I tell her that 'mommy and daddy aren’t like your friends mommies and daddies' but she still doesn’t understand.” 

“Well,” You turned the mixer on low to beat the sugar and eggs, “she’s at a very impressionable age. She’s absorbing everything and anything she comes in contact with, and if she notices that you and Jackson aren’t getting along it will affect her development.” You turned off the mixer to beat it by hand.

“You know, for someone with no children you sure know a lot about them.” You giggled. 

“Is Jae nice to you?” She asked suddenly, catching you off guard. 

“Define, nice?” 

“Does he treat you well? Do you guys get along?”

“No and no. I don’t know why my mom decided to move before I could finish school, my grandmas house is being renovated so I can’t go there for another three months. I’m stuck here. He doesn’t hurt me physically but he does get heated over my being here, I don’t blame him. It’s not like he wanted me to move in, his dad made him.” The last thing you wanted to do was talk about him but you had to let it out to someone. “I appreciate having a nice place to stay but it doesn’t feel worth it. The worst part about all this is that he acts like an angel around my mom but as soon as she’s gone I’m nothing but a verbal punching bag.” You muttered bitterly.

‘What’d you mean?”

“His dad left his mom and he’s not over it. His mom gave him everything he wanted but now his dad wants him to learn some independence when in reality he’s just wasting away his life on sluts and drugs. As soon as I get the chance I’m out’a here.”

“You know you always have a room at my house, if you want to stay with me you know I don’t mind.” She’s offered many times but you declined every time, Mel is a great girl but she already has a lot on her hands and she needs to focus on her little girl. “And hey, you know if he ever acts out you have a place to say and lawyer to call.” 

“Thanks Mel...” Skillfully, you poured the batter in one of the cake pans and continued to do the others. 

After sitting for a while she saw the time and got down from the stool. “I gotta go, her rehearsal and final fitting is in an hour and I have to pick her up from day care.” She maneuvered around the counter to give you a big hug. “Thank you again, you’re a life saver.”

“Anything for my favorite niece.“ You smiled, walking her to the front door.

“Oh and I got you a ticket, and one for a friend. Now you have to bring someone or you’ll be wasting my money.” She quipped, walking out the door before you could get on her.

“Mel! Who am I supposed to bring!?” You pouted.

She closed her car door and opened the window. “Bring that piano boy!” 

During the hour of leaving the cake to cool you made the fruit filling and whipped cream icing. You were constantly checking the time because you had a lesson with Yoongi today, you still took your time though, ensuring the cake was as immaculate as it could get. You stepped back to admire your work, you did a pretty good job for this to only be your second time. 

You boxed it up and sat it in the refrigerator, if your brother so much as tasted the icing you’d have his head. He was notorious for picking off the dishes and sweets you’d make for yourself or other people. Seeing that the time is as merciless on you as ever, you rushed to change and ran out the door with thirty minutes to get there. 

When you arrived to the school and locked your car, you saw his was nowhere to be found, maybe he was late. Shrugging your shoulders to yourself you continued on your way, eager to get out of the muggy humidity. Up the stairs and down the hall was 213. You peeked through the window seeing if anyone was in there, there was one guy, Yoongi’s roommate.

“Hello?” You stepped in, catching his attention with your soft voice. 

“Hey, you must be Y/N,” He held out his hand and you scurried over to shake it. “Yoongi’s coming, he was working with a vocalist and he couldn’t get out of the studio early.” He informed you, before going back to his computer. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of the sleek black baby grand in the center of the room. How you managed not to see it was beyond you. Your fingers glided over the clean, cold material. Not a speck of dust on the thing. Pulling out the black stool you sat, just admiring a work of art such as itself. You rested your fingers on the keys, not pressing on them just resting them there. 

Your father used to let you place your five year old fingers over his, making you feel like you could actually play. As you waited you went over the basic scale patterns, not missing a single note, your practice paid off. 

“Hey, Y/N, sorry I’m late.” Yoongi walked in and saw you sitting at the piano. 

“Hi, it’s ok.” You put your hands in your lap and he pulled up a chair to sit beside you like he did everytime.

He sat his bag on the couch and his iced coffee on the desk where Namjoon had been sitting. “I’m gonna show you some chords today,” He sat down, “do you know the difference between the minor and major formula?” 

“The third is flat in minor.” He nodded in agreement. 

“So can you give me a D minor?” He gestured to the keys. Your fingers made their way to the notes d, f, and a, you pressed down and he was pleased by the sound he heard. 

“Now major.” You moved your finger to f sharp hesitantly and he chuckled as you looked at him with wide eyes for approval.

“Good.” You continued to play every chord in the key of d and pressed your lips in a straight line. You turned to him and smiled, he grinned in anticipation of what you were thinking.

“Can you play something for me?” You tilted your head, waiting for him to respond. The way you asked was similar to the way a child would ask, you were bracing yourself for a no but you also knew he'd say yes.

“This is your lesson but, alright.” He stood to his feet and you pushed back the stool to let him sit. “No, you can stay there.” He tapped your thigh to scoot you to the edge of the stool. You pressed your hands into your lap and when his fingers hit the keys your ears were graced with a soft melody. Pale slender fingers danced over the keys, you couldn't stop looking at him. There was great respect for a musician that was so in touch with an instrument, it was mesmerizing. 

“Can you show me how to play that?” 

“You're quite the ambitious learner,” He crooked the corner of his lip, starinyup at you, “I can teach you but it's really not for beginners...” 

“Come on, just a little, please?” You pleaded, giving him a charming smile, one you knew he couldn't resist. 

“Ok.” He took his time to come behind you, his arms pressing lightly against your upper arms as he reached so his hands could get to the piano. You didn't understand and you looked back at him. “How am I supposed to-”

“Put your right hand over mine...” You did, your hand looked humorously small atop his. 

“I'll play D, F#m, Bm, and G on the bass clef and I'll lead you through the melody.” Your fingers were fighting not to press down, wishing you could play without his help. He could smell a dessert like smell the closer he got to your neck, you had that nice sweet smell that wasn't sickeningly overpowering, it was just right. He liked it. His chest rubbed against your back and you felt him breathe in, suddenly you felt shy at the contact. But you weren't letting that stop you, he called out the notes as he began to play, hoping you were absorbing it all. You weren't. You were just in aw, he's so delicate with his fingers, it makes your heart flutter in amazement. 

“That was the first verse and chorus.” He announced, clearing his throat and slowly moving from behind you.

“Will I ever be able to play like that...” You mumbled, your tone didn't sound so promising and he quickly argued against that.

“You're very hardworking, there's no doubt in my mind that you would breeze through that, you have the gift...” He complimented, bringing a soft blush to your cheeks.

“Thank you...” 

“Actually, this'll be your homework. I'll give you the chords and notes so you can read it easily.” He pulled a note book and pencil from the bag on the table and wrote down the chords. He handed you the paper and you looked it over before sliding it in your bag.

 “Ok...Yoongi, um...” Low and incoherent was your attempt to speak, you chewed on your bottom lip, your hands were clammy and your nervousness was obvious.

“Yes?” 

“Tomorrow, my niece is having her first dance recital, I have an extra ticket but known of my friends can make it. If you're not busy or anything, would you like to come? It won't be long, maybe an hour or so...” 

“A dance recital?” Once again his expression was unreadable, you weren't sure if he was gonna say maybe or flat out say no; you just waited. “What time should I pick you up?” 

“You'll go?” He nodded and your smile grew wider “Ok, 5:45 is good...” 

He grabbed his bag and coffee from the table, “it's a date then,” He glanced down at his wrist, seeing the time, “sorry I have to cut the lesson short I have some work to do. I'll see you later.” With that he left you in the large music room by yourself.

A date?

Jaebum was getting ready to leave, you weren't sure where but he said he'd be back when he came back. One of his best friends sat in the chair next to you, he was scrolling through his phone but you caught him staring at you a few times. 

“What's the big ass cake for?” 

His head was in the fridge and you glared at him from the couch. “Don't touch it. That's for my neice, it's her first recital tomorrow.” 

“My house, my refrigerator, I can touch whatever I want, Y/N.” He scoffed.

“Don't! I'm serious!-” You jumped up from the couch to see him laughing, your face heated up in frustration. You would never understand him. “I can't stand you...” Throwing your blanket on the couch you went to the pantry, getting Cherries dog food. When you found the small bag you grabbed her dog bowl and filled it up half way, sitting against the wall.

“Come here, girl,” you made kissy noises and soon she was running to you from your room, his dad gifted this dog to you when him and your mom first started dating, you began to think she was his version of a bribe. When you stood to your feet and turned around you bumped into a tall figure. "Ah-"

“Jae asked me to get the chips from out of here.” He maneuvered around you, a smirk lingering on his lips as his eyes looked you up and down. 

“You know,” he spoke, looking through the shelves, “you're not as bitchy as Jaebum says. You're actually not bitchy at all.” He laughed, finally finding the bag of chips on the top shelf.

“He says that?” You frowned, crossing your arms in instinctive defense.

“Yep. He said ever since your parents got married-” He paused mid sentence. “well, I don't really want to say what he said...” 

“Y/N! Where the hell is the mail!”

He hissed front the living room, ripping through the papers on the table likea mad man.

“How am I supposed to know?” 

 Of course, he was blaming you for something he screwed up himself. Every month his ‘mommy dearest’ sent him a ridiculous check, you weren't sure of the exact total but you knew he could go without working and still live comfortably.

“I'm not kidding.” He harshly grabbed you by your forearm, making you wince.“Ow! That hurts!- Let go-”

“Where is it?” These we're the times you had to choose your fate, were you gonna tell him off, leave calmly and be the bigger person? You did neither. You just stared at him and calmly spoke.

“Let go, Jaebum.” You retorted with furrowed brows. His friend was getting uncomfortable by the argument that quickly turned physical.

“Or what...What’re you gonna do? Call your mom? She can’t do shit to me and neither can you.” He spat. “If your dad wouldn’t have fucking died, we wouldn’t be in this situation...Honestly, I wish you would've died with him.” At this point, his friend had excused himself from the scene, for it was far too painful to watch.

He could be so cruel.

You were trying your best not to cry, but with words like that, how could you not? Tears began to form and slowly fall down your cheeks. You felt smaller and even more helpless by the second.

Suddenly, he thought about it, he knew you’d make a big deal out of this if he didn’t let you go. “You cry over everything...” He slowly loosened his grip until you could yank away from him, your hand instantly went to your sore arm, knowing it must’ve bruised.

You ran out the front door, holding your arm and trying to keep yourself together. He knew your father was a touchy subject but he could obviously care less. You got into your car and drove off.

Wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

You found a fairly secluded area and parked.

A pitiful form, shaking erratically over a steering wheel was all you were right now. Your body ached at the emotional distress, you couldn't form a single train of thought anymore. Mind completely blank and heart as broken as ever; these feelings wouldn't come often, but when they did it was over. There was nothing anyone could say to help you. It was depressing...

*buzz* *buzz* 

You glanced at your phone screen and took a deep breath, it was your mother. If there were a set time for there to be a bad time to call people you were sure she new all the times. It kept buzzing... “Hi, mom.” 

She chirped. “Y/N! How're you honey?”

You let out a shaky breath before clearing your throat. “I'm good, I've just been busy...” You deadpanned, leaning back comfortably.

“How's Jaebum treating you? How's school?” 

“He's treating me fine, It's fine, schools fine- mom, you know, I um, I'm kind of busy right so...I'll call you later, ok?” You lightened your tone, hoping she'd get the signal.

“Of course, I'll talk to you later, I love you.” 

“I love you too...” You hung up, leaning against the window and resting your head in your hands, excepting the fate of this day, how could this day get any worse? Your phone rang again and this time you brought it to your ear before it could vibrate for the second time.

“Yes...” You sounded curt.

“Y/N?” The voice at the end of the phone sound surprised.

“Oh, Yoongi...” You inhaled deeply, softening your voice and attempting to shake the croaky sound.

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner after your nieces recital? Since we'll be out we might as well.” You were silent for a few seconds, letting his question sink in.

“Uh, y- yeah...that sounds nice.” You sniffled, wiping at your eyes and praying that your voice wasn't giving you away.

“Y/N...Are you crying? You sound like you're crying...” He sounded concerned.

“I'm not.” You coughed, trying to get rid of that groggy ‘just cried’ sound.

“You sound like it...”

“But I'm not...” it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself rather than him. Silence fell and you weren't sure what he was gonna say, your palms were sweaty and you wanted nothing more than for him to hang up.

“Ok...” He paused. “But you still sound like it...” At this point there was no changing his mind; you were crying and he wanted- needed to know why. “Why're you crying? Tell me what happened...” He was concerned, worried even.

“Listen...I'm fine, don't worry about me....Um, I'll talk to you tomorrow...” There was a small protest from him before you hung up and threw your phone in the passengers seat.

Jaebum was nowhere to be seen, Cherry came jumping at your feet like usual, but right now you didn't have the energy to play. You threw yourself on the bed and laid pitifully on your comforter, just taking in the the silence of being home alone. As soon as you hung up with Yoongi he called back once more, when you didn't answer he resulted in texting you, asking if everything was ok and telling you he was beginning to worry. As kind and thoughtful as he was, you just couldn't do it. In your mind there was nothing to say, you were just having a hard time right now. There was nothing anyone could do about it. You've had tons of those, times where you just wanted it all to end, where there was nothing you want to do more than to disappear. The only difference about this time was that you didn't have the choice to be left alone. He kept trying to get to but you couldn't bring yourself to reply....When the texts and calls seized you had fallen fast asleep. After trying to get you to answer for a few hours he stopped, knowing the more he pushed the farther you'd go. But even then...

He couldn't stop worrying about you that night.

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[nowitsdarkfic]

chapter five (prince hamlet)

“It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it. It’s a dirty song but someone’s gotta sing it now.” -”We Care a Lot”, Faith No More

October 13, 1988. Somewhere outside of Oswego, New York.

Lupe took the liberty of making a little spot for me on the far side of the main room, on the ledge in the little nook near the stairwell leading up to the second floor and the loft. Mrs. Hamilton threw out a note at me that that nook in particular has the best view of the entirety of the club given I can lay on my back and peer up to the edge of the second floor and a sliver of the loft ceiling. She scrounged up a couple of clean pillows from the back of the club, ones that had never been used on top of that. She lay those pillows down on the otherwise hard floorboards, and had fluffed up the one cradling my head. Once I’m reclining down on my back with my legs outstretched and my hands upon my chest, she spreads the quilt over me to keep me warm. Within time, Louie comes over to me with a mug of hot chocolate and a wad of stale marshmallows pulled from the inside of her jeans pocket.

Eh, it’s better than those stupid Mike n Ikes I had yesterday.

“Happy birthday,” Lupe tells me in a soft voice and with a shy smile upon her face. I return the favor accompanied with a warm feeling inside my skin.

“Thank you so much,” my voice cracks when I say that to her, so she gives me a giggle stifled by a hand over her mouth. Louie presses her hands to her hips as if about to sass me.

“Drink up, big boy,” she orders me, picking a marshmallow off of top of the mug and slipping it into her mouth; “Cindy Lou Who made you that big fat bowl of soup last night to warm up your tootsies and your tummy. I wanna know what the cocoa’s like.”

I take a swig from the mug: even though I know those marshmallows are stale and old, I swallow down a couple of them. Not bad, and the cocoa itself is just right.

“And?” she asks me, keeping her hands pressed to her hips.

“Perfect,” I reply, swallowing down another marshmallow and almost gagging on the hard outer shell, and without another word, she flashes me a thumbs up and a slight wink. Lupe then whispers something into Louie’s ear, and I swear it consists of “he’s so gorgeous” but their giggling covers it up enough to where I can’t actually hear it. I show them both a smirk and a slight raise of the eyebrow. To think that I am flirting with a pair of strippers at the moment, a pair of strippers who are also sisters.

Then again, I couldn’t ask for anything more than this here in Black Orchid, all snuggled up in the nook with my body warm and everything around me relaxed and willing to help me as well as please me.

They both walk away from me within time and I’m alone again with the mug and the blanket wrapped around me. I lay my head back onto the pillow and rest the mug on my chest, and gaze up at the ceiling overhead. And then there’s that girl upstairs, and I still can’t recall her name. At one point, I lift my head for a rather large swig of cocoa and marshmallows and I hear a light shuffling over me. I lay my head back down for another gaze up to the ceiling and the edge of the loft. Nothing there. Interesting.

Once I drink down the rest of the cocoa, I set down the mug on the floor, and it’s here I feel myself growing sleepy. My eyelids droop closed when I catch the sound of it again: it’s like someone’s crumpling paper. I’m too drowsy.

I doze off for a few moments, and awaken to the blurry sight of Mrs. Hamilton and Lizzy congregated before me on the other side of the room with their backs to me. I can hear them whispering to one another, and every so often I catch a sliver of a word, that is until Lizzy mentions my name. I rub my eyes and groan in my throat in hopes to grab their attention; I drop my hands in time to bear the sight of them whirling around to face me.

“Ah, there he is!” Mrs. Hamilton declares with a glimmer in her eye.

“Sleepy head lazy bones,” Lizzy teases me.

“What’s going on here?” my voice breaks from my nap.

“We were just discussing on how to bring you back to your humble abode,” Mrs. Hamilton explains to me, the twinkle in her eye never wavering. I rub my eyes again before raising myself up on my elbows.

“What’s it doing outside?” I ask them. “Is it snowing?”

“Nah, it quit snowing when we all got up this morning,” Lizzy replies. “The plows came through and took care of the roads for us all.”

“What about her, though?” I gesture up to the loft.

“Don’t worry about her,” Mrs. Hamilton assures me with a wave of the hand. “We’ll take care of her and find something for her when she wakes up.”

“What was her name, by the way—I’m drawing a blank on it...” I sit upright and rub my forehead followed by the side of my neck.

“Maya?” Lizzy fills in the blank for me.

“Maya, that was it!” Everything makes sense again.

“Yeah, Cindy told us. We didn’t know if she told you, though.”

“Eh, it’s neither here nor there at this point.” I peel back the covers and set my feet on the floor.

FLYING BANANA SLUGS ON A SANDWICH, THAT’S COLD!

“Where are my shoes?” I ask them, running my hands upon my upper arms. My teeth start chattering right then.

“I think they’re upstairs by your bed,” Mrs. Hamilton answers with an odd smirk upon her face. “Can we get you anything, by the way?”

“A thing of water, pretty please?” I suggest to them. I shiver as I climb out of the nook and head back upstairs to fetch the only thing to keep my feet from growing even colder. When I reach the top, from the looks of it, Maya hasn’t budged from her spot there on the edge of the bed.

Another question I have for her is what happened that led to her laying there in the storm drain with the rope wrapped around her ankles. I hope that when she wakes up she’ll be willing to share a recollection for me and the girls here in Black Orchid. But for the time being, I need to let her rest. I slip on my socks and, once I lace up my Chucks, I hear Mrs. Hamilton’s voice floating up from the first floor in conjunction with a man’s voice.

I stand to my feet and make my way to the stairwell: I catch a glimpse of a crown of puffy brown hair near the front door. That can’t be Scott, or Charlie for that matter: they wouldn’t know where I am, and they wouldn’t be here anyways. I reach the second stairwell in time to hear him say, “--just so long as I can warm up my ass.”

I stop there next to the nook where I took my little cat nap in hopes to recognize him. He’s short, a touch shorter than me, with that shaggy light, soft looking brown hair down past his shoulders, the scruffy seedlings of a beard about his round face, and steely blue-green eyes under a prominent brow. He’s wrapped in a heavy knit sweater underneath a lush, crushed crimson red velvet vest and a black overcoat, and has on knee high black leather boots: he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and I spot a shiny glimmer of silver on his ring finger.

“Hey, I remember you,” he says to me in an odd, European sounding accent. “Joey, right?”

“Yeah...” I have an odd feeling in my stomach about him, like I’ve seen him before but I can’t recall it at the moment. Lizzy returns to the room with a clean glass of water for me; I thank her right as he steps towards me. He leans in closer to my face such that I smell the soapy cologne wafting off of his neck.

“I heard what happened between you and Anthrax,” he confesses. “That just--God.” He shakes his head. “I have nothing to say about that, and I usually have shit to say about things.” He raises his eyebrows which brightens his face a bit; I’m getting flashbacks to the bus in Sweden two years ago.

“Pfff, tell me about it. I even quit drinking because I couldn’t live with myself if I continued. That still wasn’t enough.”

I take a slight sip from my glass before holding it before my chest and speaking up again. “You’re--I wanna say Lars?”

“Correct-a-mundo.” He wags a finger at me and I catch another glimmer of silver upon his ring finger.

“Wait a minute, I thought you were German,” I stop him.

“Danish,” he corrects me. “I’m a man about town, though.”

“So what brings you here?” I ask, feeling suspicious. He shrugs at me.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I can’t really say,” he admits to me.

“Why’s that?”

“I just can’t.”

“So--you came here for no reason?”

“No. I am here for a reason.”

“So you’re here for a reason but you admit to me that you won’t tell me?”

“Yes.”

“What is this, an Abbott and Costello routine?”

“No. I just--can’t--really--say.”

He nibbles on his bottom lip and pushes the same strand of hair behind his ear again. That bit of shine on his ring finger. Okay. Makes sense.

I drop my gaze to the triangular patch of sweater underneath his vest and his coat, and the shiny black obsidian arrowhead upon his chest. He’s like a prince, a dark prince all donned in this opulence, from the red velvet to the fine paisley lining inside of his coat and the black and silver goggles tucked in the breast pocket.

“I--I should go,” he blurts out, wheeling around and heading for the front door again. He opens the door, which reveals the blanket of bright pearly white snow outside, and I lunge for him.

“Lars!” I call out. He stops and turns to look at me, and that pendant shines in the bright white glare of the snow. I hunch my shoulders against the cold.

“I was just going to ask--what is this?” I gesture to my own chest to bring attention to his own. He glances down to the pendant upon his chest and raises his eyebrows at the sight of it as if he had seen something extraordinary.

“This? It’s my arrowhead. I got this from my grandmother when I moved here to the United States.” He swallows as he gazes up at me without lifting his head. “It’s to open up a wormhole to allow easy travel because flying can get rather pricey. I have used it all of once, though.”

I pause for a second.

“A wormhole,” I repeat that.

“Yeah.” He shifts his weight before me and clears his throat. “I didn’t believe it at first, either. But it does indeed work, though. I can go from San Francisco back to Copenhagen in just a couple of minutes if I want to. The sole issue with it is it’s kind of painful.”

“Like... how so?”

“Little pinches on the private area, especially if you’re a little bit on this side of well-endowed, and on the back and the hips, too. Then again you are climbing through a man made tear in the fabric of space and time.”

“Can we go inside to talk more about it, though?” I suggest to him, shivering at the icy, damp feeling around us.

“Might as well, You look cold.”

#after the watershed #chapter 5 #fanfic #fanfiction #heavy metal fanfiction #joey belladonna #lars ulrich #anthrax #metallica #noir au #dark sci-fi #gothic horror #southern gothic #writeblr #nanowrimo #text #now it's dark #FLYING BANANA SLUGS ON A SANDWICH!

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names [jeremy h. x reader] pt.2

( So that Jeremy Soulmate AU gave me life so I was wondering if you could write a sequel to that??? Maybe????? )

heck yeah nonny!!! i’ve been planning to do a sequel since the first part left some things to be desired i guess!

warnings: n o ne other than some swearing but thats it

      Jeremy Heere was even more of a dork than you originally thought. The two of you went out for lunch a following weekend after the movie date, but that didn’t mean the two of you didn’t talk over the week. At first you’d been afraid of abandoning your friend, but he only shrugged it off and said the two of you could always hang out later - besides, you probably just met your soulmate, so it was “only fair” you spend time with him.

     “I haven’t really told anyone,” he said as the two of you walked to his usual table, “well, except Michael.”

      So you two didn’t. Sure, both of you could easily announce “hey, we’re soulmates,” to the whole school, but you figured you’d take it a bit slow just to begin with. Besides, Jenna Rolan - who was your biggest worry at first - would have spread the word like wildfire if she wasn’t Jeremy’s friend. To their little friend circle, it’d probably take seconds for everyone to know.

      At some point while you were sitting on the floor between Michael and Jeremy (which in itself was an experience, because both had a habit of screaming at the other when there was a “FUCKING RED SHELL”),  Jeremy had managed to excuse himself from the room long enough to dash out and shut the door, leaving you alone with Michael. He nudged the controller Jeremy had abandoned toward you slightly.

      “Wanna play a round?” He said.

      “I’m, uh, not familiar with the controls. And Jeremy-”

      “He won’t mind,” Michael shrugged, “besides, I wanna talk.”

      Well, if that didn’t send panic spiraling through you... “Yeah. Fine, just... no Rainbow Road,” you said as you picked up the controller from the floor, moving onto the beanbag Jeremy once occupied.

      “Got it.” He said, “so, uh,” he began as he queued up a versus match, “you and Jeremy.”

      When he didn’t add anything else on, you looked over at him, “what about us?”

      He shrugged, “how have you two been?”

       The game began. The two of you continuously bump into each other before he finally passed you. “It’s been... fine, I guess? We’re taking shit slow for our own comfort.”

      “And?”

      “... And? I mean, I wouldn’t mind making holding hands a little, dude, but I’m happy with whatever Jeremy’s happy with. I mean, we’re soulmates I guess, so... if he wants to take this really slowly, then we can.”

       Michael faltered slightly - enough for you to catch up and nearly pass him before promptly slipping on a banana peel. “Have you told him that?”

      “I mean, it hasn’t come up, so...”

       He didn’t respond, staring at the screen. You passed him again, this time not slipping or hitting anything before you watch him run off straight into the water before quickly being reset, and he jerked back into life - as if for a moment he just wasn’t there.

      “Michael?” You said, glancing over to him. He made the softest hum of acknowledgement, and you continued, “is there something wrong?”

      “Nah.”

      “Dude.” He didn’t speak. You paused the game. “Michael... is it me?”

       His head snapped up as he looked at you for the first time in since you’d started this little conversation, “no! Shit, sorry, no, it’s not you.” He glanced back to the door, “fuck, I thought he’d be back by now.”

       “Michael,” you said, frowning as you toyed with the controller in your hand, “it’s fine if you don’t like me.”

      “I don’t hate you!” He retaliated, before setting down the controller and scratching at his wrist nervously, his voice softer as he spoke, “you just... how much has Jeremy told you?”

      “About?”

      “Earlier this year.”

       You chewed the inside of your lip, “not much? I mean, I know shit went down due to Dustin - something about Jake’s house burning down and shit happening at the play.”

       Michael sighed, “you should talk to him. I mean, if you’re his soulmate, he shouldn’t keep hiding this shit from you.”

       You only nodded.

       “Are you sure your parents are cool with me staying over?” Jeremy said as he followed you out into your backyard, your main focus being to not fall over the blanket that was spilling out of your arm.

      “Jeremy, it’s fine,” you said, “they’re probably glad to see if I have more than one friend. C’mon,” you slid open the door, stepping through and quickly going down the steps as you walked into your dark backyard. You heard the door slide shut as Jeremy quickly joined you. You looked back at him, “you’ll love this. Don’t look up.”

       You spread out the blanket, kneeling and looking back up to Jeremy, who kept his attention pinned on you. You shifted, sitting on the blanket, and Jeremy quickly sat next to you. He smiled as he looked to you, only for you to motion toward the sky, and he finally looked out at the sky for the first time since he’d been there. As he looked up to the sky, you could see the twinkle in his eye as he took in the sight of the stars - actually drinking in the sight for the first time.

      “You weren’t kidding.” He stared.

      “You said you liked space ‘n stuff,” you said, “so... I planned this.”

       His hand ghosted over yours for a second, before he quickly set it down on the blanket, inches away from your hand. You slid slightly closer to him - only a little.

       Then something hits you: he shouldn’t be hiding shit from you. You looked over at Jeremy. He shouldn’t be hiding shit from you and you can hear Michael’s voice on repeat because Jeremy is hiding something from you what is he hiding what does he not trust you with?

      “[y/n]?” Jeremy said, snapping you from your thoughts.

      “What happened earlier this year?” You spilled, only to have him stare at you. “With the play. And... Jake’s house burning down, and-”

      “Oh.” Jeremy didn’t speak for minutes. “I, uh...” He sighed, “did Michael say something?” You nodded. Another sigh, “figures.”

      “You don’t have to tell me now-”

      “No, it’s fine, just... it’s just a lot of shit. Basically.... there’s these pills that are have supercomputers in them,” he said, “and... I took one and shit got out of hand.”

      “How out of hand?”

       He scratched at the back of his neck, “I... nearly destroyed the whole school?”

      “Jeremy, what the fuck-”

      “It was the SQUIP-”

      “What the fuck-”

      “The pill,” he said, “it’s called a SQUIP. It’s some top-secret shit, a-and it’s still here,” he said, motioning to his head.

      “Wait, Jeremy-”

      “I mean, it’s... kind of deactivated?” He said, “sometimes it starts to come back but it’s still weak, and it just... it’s there.”

       You slowly nodded. “And... Jake’s house?”

      “That... was Rich.”

       He stopped talking, as did you. What else was there to say, exactly? You had questions but he was upset, and apparently didn’t want to tell you this. But if not now, then when? But when you looked at him, you just felt something weigh you down - maybe you shouldn’t have brought it up so abruptly? 

       His hand was on yours. “Look,” he began, “if you don’t want anything to do with me, it’s fine. I know it’s a lot of shit to handle and I should have told you sooner, but-”

      “It’s fine, Jeremy,” you said, “this wouldn’t drive me away. I just... I don’t want there to be secrets between us.”

      He nodded. You looked away toward the sky.

     “[y/n]?” He said, voice soft.

      When you turned to look at him, he kissed you quickly before drawing back and immediately sliding away from you. You didn’t need to have proper lighting to know he was blushing furiously.

     “Jeremy-”

     “Sorry,” he said, looking away, “shit, we haven’t-”

     “I, uh, didn’t mind.”

      His attention snapped back to you. “R...Really?”

      You moved, propping yourself up on your knees as you pull him slightly closer, and gently pressed your lips against his. He stiffened for a slight second, before melting into the kiss and rested his hands at your hips. When you pull away, he looks more starstruck than he was before. Everything felt as if it was starting to fall into place. As if everything was becoming clearer and clearer the more you knew Jeremy. Sure, life had it’s mysteries - life would always have it’s mysteries. But whether it be with soulmate or with friends, everything would always be a little clearer when you had someone there. And with Jeremy, you were sure things would be clearer if you two worked together. And sure, the world stood before you two, but for once...

       It didn’t seem so big when you had each other.

#bean writes things #be more chill #bmc #be more chill x reader #bmc x reader #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #bmc reader insert #be more chill reader insert #reader insert #i guess #there u go

[thespecialverse]

Ziara: Lone Jungle Princess

written by TheSpecialverse and Never-Ending-Donkey

Ziara watches the far-off temple from the trees, dressed in her leopard-hide bikini and thigh-high black boots.  Biting her lip, she thinks about all the terrible sounds she and her friends have heard coming from it.  Turning her attention to her monkey companion, she says, "Worry no more, Bez.  Peace is at hand." Just then, a very pretty woman, clad in a black dress and strap-on heels, approaches the temple. Ziara nods to Bez and the two swing closer on vines to investigate. Bez follows Ziara, like the extremely loyal companion that he is. The woman enters the temple. She comes back out after more than a minute to reveal that she's holding a gold amulet in her hand. Bez turns to look at her exceptionally beautiful, statuesque jungle femme partner. Ziara whispers to Bez, "I'll follow her in.  Listen for my cry if anything goes wrong." Bez responds by pursing her lips in an over-the-top way. Ziara sneaks along the wall of the temple, following the strange woman. The woman makes her way down the steps and soon she approaches her Jeep. She throws the golden idol inside and is about to get in while the statuesque jungle maiden moves quickly and silently toward the jeep, hiding behind a bush. The elegantly dressed lady gets into the driver's seat. Ziara suddenly charges the jeep, making a beeline for the strange woman. "Thief!" she cries out. The so-called thief turns her head to find a sexy model-like brunette woman in a jungle-ish scantily outfit. Thinking fats, she picks up her rifle and points it at the ground, suddenly opening fire at Ziara's feet just before she can run any further, the bullet hitting the ground with a loud gunshot bang! Ziara gasps at the sudden sound, and flinches as the bullet hits the ground in front of her. "What sorcery is this?!" she shouts. "It's not sorcery, bitch. It's technology." The woman replies. Startled and distressed by the sight of seeing her beautiful companion threatened, Bez lets out a loud screech and goes into a frenzy, hurtling form vine to vine before hurtling towards the thief but then she stops as the thief gets up form her seat and points the gun at her. The female primate lands by the car and freezes. "Clever little chimp." The lady thief smirks spitefully. "Friend of yours I take it." She says to Ziara. "This technology is designed to maim or even destroy your enemy. Would you like to see your furry little playmate get this treatment?" "No!" Ziara cries, putting up her hands.  "Do what you will with me, but please spare her!" The thief lowers her gun. "There's a good savage." She coos mockingly. "First, get in the car." Reluctant but dignified, Ziara does as she's told. "Hands behind your back." The lady thief takes out a long strand of strong rope and pulls it taut between her hands. "That idol is not yours to take," the jungle princess says defiantly as she crosses her wrists behind her back. "And just who are you to dictate so? Queen of the jungle?" The lady thief firmly ties the jungle maid's wrists at such a slow and deliberate and precise pace, pulling the knot very slowly but also very tightly. Ziara grunts as she feels the rope pull tight.  "I am guardian and sentry of this land," she snaps. "And I am Veronica Vaudevillain!" The thief announces proudly she produces a roll of white tape. "And I intend to gain great wealth from selling this amulet." Veronica pulls at the tape. "That amulet must not leave this jungle!" gasps Ziara.  "Please don't do this, Veronica Vaudevillain!" Veronica tears off a long, wide strip. "Who'll stop me?" She then firmly presses the white tape over Ziara's lips, smoothing it out with her fingertips and thumbs. Being the innocent that she is, Ziara tries to answer, but only a muffled whimper comes out. "Hmmn?" she squeaks in confusion as she realizes what the tape does to her. Veronica takes out a black bandana and firmly ties it around Ziara's taped mouth. The sexy jungle warrioress chatters pleadingly into her gags, struggling against the rope. As Veronica revs up the engine, Bez cries out to Ziara, after approaching the front passenger side door. The helpless wild babe chatters to Bez, shaking her head frantically. Veronica drives away with her scantily-clad jungle captive. All the while, Bez discreetly follows the Jeep, from tree to tree. Ziara continues to plead with Veronica, but her entreaties come out as muffled squeaks and whimpers. They arrive outside a large camp. Veronica turns toward her statuesque hostage and starts playing with her brunette hair. "You look so sweet!" Narrowing her eyes in contempt, Ziara tosses her head and turns away from her captor. Soon, Veronica forces Ziara out the car and loops a lasso tightly around her, pulling the jungle lady along with the rope. Bez catches up. From the corner of her eye, Ziara sees Bez.  She continues to give Veronica the silent treatment. Once inside, Veronica has Ziara sat on the ground, still bound and gagged. She crosses he rlegs while renewing her struggles. "You'll think twice about trying anything if you really wanna see your banana-loving friend again!" "MMMMPH," the defiant princess replies. Time passes, Veronica taunts her prisoner with a banana and feels her bikini-clad body while Bez waits it out, then once Veronica has stripped herself down to her black bra and fallen asleep, the chimp slowly wanders into the camp to find her human companion, bound hand and foot and still silenced. Ziara smiles under the gag at her chimp companion as she approaches her. The female chimp leans in and the helpless but relieved maiden leans in, moaning softly into her secure layered gag and rubs noses with Bez. She then offers up her bound hands. Bez moves her mouth towards Ziara's wrists bonds and slowly cuts them with her teeth. It doesn't seem to be working. All the while, Veronica silently stirs in her sleep, her bra-clad breasts heaving softly. Ziara whimpers softly and shifts her hands, trying to help Bez. The adorable animal continues to bite Ziara's ropes until finally she pulls a loose knot with her mouth. Feeling the knot give way, Ziara pulls her hands free and hugs Bez, giving her another afectionate nose rub before untying her own ankles. Bez whines softly as she is embraced. She wanders towards the bra-clad lady thief who kept her human friend as a hostage and is about to lift a hand to touch her in a mean spirited and possibly violent fashion. Pulling down the bandana and peeling off the tape, Ziara whispers, "No, Bez!  Let her sleep." Bez looks at her companion and draws her hand back before wandering back to stand beside Ziara, looking up at her lovingly. Ziara gets up and tiptoes over to her sleeping foe.  "I regret to confine you," she whispers to the slumbering Veronica, "but you must not be tempted to follow us." She prepares to tie up the thieving brunette. Veronica remains asleep, save for a few slumbering moans as she is bound up. Bez nudges Ziara as if to ask if she can help. Her beautiful mistress responds by allowing Bez take care of tying Veronica's bound wrists to the head of the bed.  The princess then goes to retrieve the amulet, gasping as she realizes it's already reacting to its foreign surroundings. Bez securely binds Veronica's hands to the head of her bed while doing an equally excellent job with her ankles to the foot of the bed. Veronica remains asleep. Ziara quickly slips the amulet into her boot before returning to the bed and placing the tape strip over her sleeping former captor's lips, carefully smoothing it out.  Then, turning to Bez, she says, "We must hurry back to the temple.  The spirits are sure to be angry!" Ziara hurries along out of the camp with her beloved companion, though not before stabbing her boot heel into the Jeep's tires.  She runs to the trees. Back in the tent, Veronica wakes up to find she's been bound head to foot and her mouth taped. She mmphs like crazy and struggles frantically! "When I get of this, that Jungle Princess will pay dearly!" She thinks ot herself. A safe distance away, Ziara retrieves the amulet from her boot and approaches the temple. Bez approaches the entrance with Ziara but chooses to remain outside. She is afraid of the inside of the temple! The jungle princess carries on alone, finding the altar the amulet was taken from.  She carefully and respectfully lays it back in place... After she's place it back, a thundering whirring noise slowly emergeres from somewhere outside.... Bez starts shrieking. "Bez!" Ziara gasps.She runs outside. Bez throws a fit of fear at the sight of a large flying object with two straight solid wings about to crash their way! Grabbing her chimp companion, Ziara dives out of the way with Bez in her arms! The plane crashes into the ground, kicking up a storm of dust and soil. Bez whimpers nervously, snuggling into Ziara's bare skin and cleavage chest. Ziara looks toward the wreckage, curious, and hears a masculine groan is heard form inside the cockpit. Consoling Bez, Ziara gingerly approaches the cockpit and looks in to find a handsome young man with tidy dark hair and his eyes, half-open, reveal dark doe-eyes as he glares at Ziara like a vision before slowly passing out with another groan. Ziara is touched and confused by the sight of this gorgeous, heroic looking human before noticing that he is barely consicous and wounded.

ZIARA IS BASED ON LIVE TYLER AND VERONICA VAUDEVILLAIN IS BASED ON DANICA MCKELLAR.