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simply-trash5 · 4 years

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PuppetBoy

Okay Kankuro simps, got some more juice for ya! Seriously this was so fun to write. It is a college AU about Kankuro and a reader. I am pretty proud of it. I would love to write some things for you so PLEASE request. Seriously. I’ll even try smut (I’ve never written it before so we’ll see how it goes). Drop them in the ask box and if you like what you read you should totally tell me because i am a self conscious bean.

What the hell is that noise? You think to yourself as you look around. It sounded terrible. Whatever car was making that noise was definitely on it’s last leg. You nod your head realizing it was the same guy you see everyday parked across from the education building at your college. You could hear loud metal playing from the speakers and the windows shaking as he pulled into the lot. He jumped out,slammed the door and gave the tire a swift kick. Wow he’s kinda cute. He stood almost 6 ft. tall and had on a black hoodie that hung lightly over his brown hair. His black jeans had rips in the knees and you could see he was wearing scuffed black DocMartens. You continued to follow him with your eyes as he passed you walking toward the theatre building. He had an eyebrow ring and gauges. Oh shit, I think he caught me staring. He looked at you, scoffed and kept walking toward the theatre building. Is he a theatre major? You wondered to yourself. Maybe he just has to take a fine art credit. Letting your thoughts wander you pulled the straps on your bookbag tighter and walked to your class in the education building.

The class seemed to drag on forever, and you knew after that you had to go to your nannying job which would take up most of the evening. You wished that you didn’t have to have a job, but unfortunately scholarships didn’t cover all of your tuition. You grabbed your keys from your pocket and headed toward the parking lot. Climbing into your car you started the engine and began making your way to your job. You loved kids, so nannying was a great gig for you. When you arrived at the home of a doctor in your area you were greeted by a small boy with a large grin. “Ms. Y/N, can we go to the children’s theater today? Mom said we could go if it was okay with you, she even left my booster seat so you can drive!” You giggled and shrunk down to his height. “Well if your mom says it's okay, it's fine by me. Let’s grab your jacket and booster seat and we will leave.” The small child ran into the house. His mother approached you. “Thank you so much for watching Trevor,I know he is a handful but i'm rather fond of him.” You gave her a huge smile and told her that it was no problem and explained that you were going to take him to the children's theatre. She said her goodbyes and you walked into the house to retrieve the boys booster seat so that you all could make the 4:00 production of the Three Little Pigs.

The little boy sitting in front of you on the floor giggled wildly as a wolf puppet “ran” off stage. You smiled down at him. The curtains closed and the crowd gave them a round of applause. The stage hands and puppeteers began to disassemble the set so that they could get ready for the next show when you saw a familiar face. It's car boy. You smiled in his direction, and didn’t realize you may have looked at him a little too long. “Hey, take a picture, it will last longer.” The mysterious boy gave you an annoyed look and a blush began to creep up your face. He was wearing a tight black tshirt that showed off his muscular arms and his tattoo of a sandtimer on his forearm. “Come on Trevor, lets head home,” you said steering the young boy out of the theatre.

“Oh my god what did you say back?” your friend was screeching on the other side of the phone. “Well, see, I just kinda left.” you explained not wanting to relive the embarrassing moment. “Y/N, you have got to do something tomorrow. You’re going to see him in the parking lot and you don’t want it to be weird.” You were twirling your hair around your finger staring at your phone. “Y/N are you still there?” You snapped back to reality, “yeah, I think I will buy him a cup of coffee. I’m sure he never sleeps like the rest of us. He is a college student.” You both finished your conversation and you got ready for bed. You set your alarm early so that you could go to a coffee shop and grab him a coffee to make up for the awkward run-ins you had the last few days.

“God its early” you whined to yourself but got ready anyway. You had to make a better impression on puppet boy. You gathered your things and headed out the door and made your way to a local coffee shop. You grabbed your latte and then decided it was best to just give him black coffee. You drove to your college thinking about the handsome stranger all the way there. His brown hair was shaggy and fell right into his eyes, which you melted at the thought of his hair being pushed out of his face. Your mind started to drift to what your next move would be as you pulled into the parking lot. Okay, it's 7:45 he should be here any minute. Shit what should I do? In a moment of extreme confidence you grabbed a pen out of your backpack and messily scribbled your phone number on the side of the paper cup. God I hope this works. You took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. You could hear him coming for at least a mile. Alright Y/N you cannot chicken out now. He rolled in and slammed his car door as he had every morning for the earlier part of the semester. It's now or never, you've got this shit. You beelined toward his car. He realized you were approaching and looked at you with a strange face. You immediately got nervous. You just sat the coffee cup on the hood of his car, turned on your heel, and quickly walked to the education building. “HEY! HEY COME BACK!” You heard him calling after you as you continued on your way to class cursing yourself the entire time.

Buzz

You grabbed your phone from your pocket. An unknown number had sent you a text. “How do I know you didn’t drug this coffee so you can turn my corpse into a puppet?” you laughed at the text and a blush spread over your cheeks. “Now why would I do that?” you replied. You typed “Also that is oddly specific” “What can I say, I like puppets?” The conversation continued for the next few days. You saw him a few times on campus but you never spoke in person. He would send you funny memes and videos at all hours of the night. Apparently puppetboy is a night owl. “Um btw, we’ve been talking for days and I still don’t know your name. What should I call you.” “My name is Kankuro.” “Well Kankuro, my name is Y/N. Its nice to put a name with a face.”

Shit I’m never gonna finish this run. You thought to yourself as you continued to run on the treadmill. You had your headphones in and music blaring. You loved to run and hadn’t been to the gym in a few days due to all of your nannying obligations. Okay, only a half mile more to go, you thought to yourself as you pushed your body to keep running. Out of nowhere you felt a large calloused hand on your shoulder. You snapped your head “Hey listen creep I-” before you knew it you were falling only to be caught by Kankuro. “Y/N you falling for me already?” Kankuro flirted giving you a tight smirk. You were shocked, not only by the fall, but by the arms around you. They were strong and helped steady you with ease. He was wearing a dark grey tank top which showed his muscles and tattoo off wonderfully. His legs were muscular too and looked amazing in the black shorts he was wearing. In his other hand he had a pair of boxing gloves. You began to blush and he realized you were staring at him, imagining what he looked like under that tank top. Your hand crept up to your neck where you fiddled with your necklace. He gave you a small chuckle. “I’ve got to go spar with my buddy, but if you want to you can meet me out front in an hour.” You smiled and shook your head and he turned and walked away. The shorts hugged his bottom perfectly and the tank top showed his shoulder muscles. You could see another tattoo on his back. Was it puppet strings? You pursed your lips and began to blush. I would love to see those strings up close.

The hour wait seemed like the longest hour of your life. You waited out in front of the gym as he came bounding out the door. He was sweating and his shaggy hair was sticking to his forehead. He walked over to his car and opened the door. It made a horrendous screech as it opened and you stifled a laugh. “Whats so funny princess? Just for that we gotta walk to get food.” You blushed. Did he just call me princess? Why was that so hot? “Come on, I’m starving,” he said and began walking down the sidewalk. You walked hurriedly to match his long strides. Damn my short legs. “So Kankuro, where are we going?” he gave you a crooked grin. “Its a surprise.” You giggled and retorted “well how do I know you’re not trying to get me alone and turn my corpse into a puppet?” He gave you a devilish grin, “Well sweetheart lets find out.” Another pet name. Your face turned bright red and you stared at the sidewalk. You approach a deli that you frequent with your friends. “I love this place,” you exclaimed. “Well don’t be weird and actually order some food. I like a girl with an appetite.” You laughed and smiled. You ordered your usual and he ordered grabbing your food and heading outside to a table. You both began eating and chatting casually about your lives. You found out he loves horror movies, especially ones that feature creepy dolls or puppets. You also learned that he has a lot of horror memorabilia in his apartment and that he rarely sleeps. He boxes to keep himself busy when hes not working as a children’s puppeteer. He is studying theatre with concentrations in stage management and special effects makeup. “Kankuro, thats really fucking cool,” you said and began to tell him about yourself. You were studying to be a teacher and nannying as a job to make money for college. You lived in an apartment around the corner from the deli with a friend. “So Kankuro I noticed the sand timer on your arm, do you have any other tattoos?” He gave you another devilish grin.”Yeah I have a back piece that is marionette strings. I’ve loved puppets since I was little so I thought it would be cool. Do you have any tattoos?” You blushed. You stood and pulled up your athletic top to show a tattoo of your family's crest on your hip. You had to pull your shorts down ever so slightly revealing your black lacy underwear. He looked at the tattoo and then back to your face. “Thats a nice one,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck. The conversation continued and you all talked more about your semester and your family. You laughed and told him about how you liked to run and also about how you thought it was cool he was a boxer. “Maybe one day we can spar angel,” he flashed a smile in your direction and you smiled back at the thought. You both got up from the table and threw your trash away. It was dark and cool. You pulled your jacked tighter around your shoulders. “I guess I am going to walk home and let you get back to the gym.” Kankuro shook his head “absolutely not doll, its dark and I’m walking you home.” You blushed. Another pet name, this boy is gonna be the death of me.

You began walking toward your apartment and your hands brushed several times by accident. “Damn Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand that bad all you had to do was ask. I aim to please.” You blushed and then punched Kankuro. “Still want to spar?” you said cheekily. You both walked in silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if you had known him your whole life. The comfort of him walking beside you felt so nice. “Well this is my apartment.” You sighed and reached for the door.

BAM

The door slammed shut and you noticed a strong arm beside your face. Kankuro looked down at your lips and smirked. You began to blush. The tension was so thick. I swear im going to pass out. Your heart began racing as he leaned into you. Your back was pressed against the glass of the door with a strong arm beside your head. His other hand made its way to your tattooed hip, he drew circles over your ink with his calloused thumb. His hands were so large that you could feel his fingertips on your back. The heat rose to your cheeks. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He pulled back, his hand still burning a hole into your hip bone. You opened your eyes to see a smirked Kankuro. You were in shock when he reached his other hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your thoughts raced, you wanted nothing more to bring him up to your apartment and let him give you that devilish grin some more.

“Guess I’m not a killer princess. Text me.” He chuckled, turned on his heel and walked back toward the gym. You watched him until he walked out of sight. You were ready to see him again and maybe see more of that back tattoo.

#naruto #naruto oneshot #naruto fanfiction #naruto au #kankuro x reader #kankuro au #kankuro #kankuro imagines #naruto imagines #eeeeek #im v nervous #please like it kank simps #trash writes

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dollfaceeeeee · 4 years

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somewhere in the pacific north west..

It’s cold, colder than I anticipate, and the rain settles against the outside of the small, compact house like a heavy breath; drilling into the windows and dragging me out of a heavy sleep.

For the first time in a long time, I’ve slept through the night, finding peace in the silence of Paul’s home, nestled gently against the coastal line of La Push beach, one of my favorite places in the world.

I know I’m late, beyond late, and I know my mom may or may not have called a search team out for me, because I notice the hazy sunlight that threatens to spill out from the clouds.

And, once I take a look at my phone, I know I’m right.

Paul’s arm is thrown tightly across my waist, his fingers slightly brushing against the waist band of my jeans, and his breath slides smoothly across the top of my head; even with sleep, something he doesn’t get as often as he should.

It feels like centuries ago that he and I became something more than friends, finding a solace in each other that I’ve never found in the gloomy town of Forks, and he’s never found in the exciting reservation of La Push.

I know that’s not true, because the women here are way prettier than I’ll ever be, in my opinion.

Attempting to slide out from Paul’s grip, I soon realize, is impossible, because once I do, his eyes snap open and he tumbles headfirst onto the floor at my feet.

“Damn it,” he hisses, rubbing his shoulder as he drags himself, groggily, to his feet; my lips straining to hold back the laughter that threatens to spill out.

He tries not to smile, but his attempts fall short as I watch that familiar warm grin curl across his face.

“I’m sorry, that was just too good.”

Fumbling with my school supplies, I shove them all back into my backpack and zip it up before tossing it across my back, stumbling slightly under the weight.

His smile drops slightly before it ghosts away, his eyes training on my movements in the semi darkness of the gloomy morning day.

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” I answer him, shrugging, “I’ve never been out all night without letting my mom know where I am, and she’s probably freaking out. I think I should...get back.”

Friday’s, normally, are spent on the reservation with Paul and the guys, doing schoolwork and helping Jake work on his fresh new project - this just so happens to be a 1963 Jaguar E Type.

It’s what I look forward to, every week.

“Let me go with you,” he instructs, pulling on a grey Tshirt and sneakers before pulling open his bedroom door for me.

Paul is a werewolf, like Jacob, Sam, Quil, Embry, Seth, Leah, and Jared; sometimes this fact doesn’t quite settle in to my skull correctly, and I have to repeat it to myself again.

Paul is a wolf.

Unlike Jacob, his protective wolfy instincts kick in around me, considering I’m his imprint, which means he’s technically going to be attached to me for life, whether it’s romantically or not.

Luckily for me, I think I’d do just about anything for Paul Lahote if he asked me to.

Well, besides avoiding the Cullens, but that’s impossible to do, given that we go to the same school, and Emmett is my lab partner.

More on that later.

Paul leans into the door to let me by, his tall figure towering over me like a weed, and I watch as he pulls the door shut behind him before leading me outside.

The rain is a constant companion in Washington, bringing a heavy ambush of constant precipitation and wind chill that makes it always hang at a steady 50 degrees Fahrenheit.

I know this town like the back of my hand; I’ve lived here all my life, went to school here, ate here, had my teeth cleaned here.

My mother even dates one of the natives from La Push, which still bothers me sometimes, only for the meager fact that my father died barely a year ago.

I’m interconnected to this land in ways I’ve never thought I could be to something that isn’t human.

Paul orders me to wait at the door while he rushes to get my SUV, a lingering black mass at the edge of his property, and I notice his father’s vehicle is gone; probably out to work for the day, an early riser, much like his son.

It doesn’t take Paul long to bring my SUV up close to the door, and I slide into the passenger seat comfortably, grateful for the heavy blast of heat that sways from the vents.

Tossing my bag into the backseat, I sigh loudly before getting comfortable in my seat, watching as Paul pushes the car from the property with accuracy and precision.

“You didn’t have to do this. I know Sam will be coming to look for you shortly to track down that vampire.”

Paul rolls his eyes, his hair slightly damp from the rain, and it looks great on him; his chocolate brown eyes set on the road, screening through the heavy drizzle of rain.

“Bella Swan is not, and has never been, my priority. You are. Sam can wait.”

Having a fresh new vampire face in town makes me uneasy, and rightfully so, because I know this new addition is not here for a pleasant trip.

She, also, doesn’t drink animal blood, much like the well known Cullens do.

I know Jacob wants to protect Bella, but it’s for a hopeless cause; he’s in love with her, and killing the vampire targeting her won’t get him what he wants.

He will never get what he wants.

“Yes, but isn’t it your sworn duty to protect humans? Isn’t that in your handy, dandy werewolf manual, somewhere?”

Paul’s jaw locks, his eyes stealing a glance in my direction, sparkling with irritation and mischief and I can’t help but laugh.

“Handy, dandy werewolf manual? Christ, do I wish there was one of those. Having to unwillingly share my fantasies of you with my pack is fucking awful.”

This time, he’s the one to laugh as I shoot him a glare, the interior of the car barely illuminated with light.

Fuck you, Paul Lahote.

“Seriously? Are you serious?”

“No,” he states sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter, “of course not, baby. Those fantasies are only for you to know. Do you honestly think I’d be able to let any of them live if I was?”

Smiling, I shake my head as I picture Quil, unwillingly, having to see an image of me naked, and how disgusted he would be.

Well, gotta love Quil Ateara.

“You’re probably right. With your insane anger issues, there would be no way any of them would live under those circumstances. They’d be dead.”

“Exactly.”

Leaning over, I watch as he twists the vents off on his side of the car, grimacing slightly under the weight of the heat coming in, and I instantly feel bad as I reach for the heater dial.

“Just turn it off, baby, I’m-“

My words are cut off as the vehicle sharply swerves dangerously at an angle, cutting across the asphalt like glass; Paul hitting the brakes heavily, his hands controlling the steering gracefully before everything pulls to a direct stop.

Paul inhales sharply, his eyes dusting around the trees along the sides of the road, darker than usual and cold as ice.

He pulls the car to the side of the road before cutting the engine, his hands hovering over the steering wheel, clenching it so tightly that his knuckles turn white.

“Paul, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“There’s a vampire, somewhere,” he says softly, locking and unlocking his jaw before looking at me, “it doesn’t smell familiar, like those Cullens, either. This is different. Something..new.”

Inhaling sharply, I move to look out the windshield at the trees that lay before us, cold and wet and dark, before I hear Paul lean back and grab my bag.

“I’m going to have to change. I’m not sure I can get you back to Forks if they’re following us. Do you trust me?”

I’ve never seen a vampire up close, a real one, outside of the Cullens, and it makes me strangely uneasy and discouraged, as I try to focus on what he’s saying.

“What about my car?”

“Do you trust me,” he repeats, eyeing me sharply in the dark, and I can hear the rain slamming into the sides of the car before I nod.

Of course I do, of course I trust him.

“You know I do.”

“Then listen carefully, because once I change, I can’t talk. Get out of the car, put your bag on your back. And hop on my back. I’ll run you to Sam’s where I know you’ll be safe.”

“But, my mom, what about my mom?”

Paul runs a hand down the length of his face, glancing to and from the forest that lay beyond, looking more and more menacing.

“Once I’m in wolf form, I’ll contact Jared and Quil and make sure they get to your mother first, I promise. She will be fine. I can only care about you right now. Do you know what to do?”

I can only get myself to nod, my heart hammering in my chest, before I shrug on my backpack in the small space of the front seat.

Leaning toward me, Paul grabs my face and presses his lips against mine, and for a split second, it makes me feel safe, like nothing can hurt me; like I’m as weightless as a cloud, forming and shifting above the earth.

“I love you.”

Giving me a slight shove, I slide out of the car and into the rain, yanking the door shut behind me.

I know he isn’t in the car anymore, much like I know that we aren’t alone out here, and it makes me feel like a lamp in a department store window, flashing to passing customers.

Focus.

I jump once I notice Paul’s wolf form sidle up next to me, his shoulders knocking against mine before he snarls into the dark.

There’s my cue, I suppose.

Inhaling sharply, I heave myself up onto his massive wolf form, much larger than a normal horse, and I’m impressed when I find myself sitting comfortably on his back, his fur brushing against my open skin.

And, just as fast as he became the wolf, he was gone.

Now, I’ve ridden many roller coasters in my life time; I’ve hit the loop de loops, the tall drops, the upside downs, but nothing has ever prepared me for this.

Even in the darkness, it’s exhilarating; the rain whips against my face like a battering ram, jarring me out of focus, but I learn to adapt as Paul leaps under and over shrouds of greenery in the early morning light.

I don’t see anything else, besides me and Paul, but I’m sure my human eyes can fool me, because every so often, I’ll notice Paul look over toward the right, into the patch of darkness that seems to stretch on and on into the early morning.

My fingers curl around the fur on Paul’s back, and I find myself leaning into it as he moves through the forest, racing as the animal he was born with, the animal that’s always been a part of him.

Inhaling, I can smell the damp earth, coated with moss and ferns, and the fresh ocean water not too far away that seems to coat everything in a vice grip, and it seems to clear away my senses for a moment, just a moment, as I steal a quick glance behind me.

In the darkness, a patch of red seems to bloom from a patch of trees, and a smile dances across a phantom face.

#paul lahote #twilight #twilight imagine #forks washington

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sinnamonfox · 4 years

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~ Sean x Finn - Rival mechanics AU ~

Exam period’s dying down, still, I should be writing essays rn yet here I am, spewing out AUs. Oh well.

Hope you guys enjoy it too! <3

I imagined Blood Brothers Sean and Daniel cuz hot damn, plus Parting Ways Finn, his dreads in a bun. Since Daniel just turns 21 I guess Sean’s 28 and Finn’s maybe a year or two older.

Both of the boys are mechanics in Seattle. They have their own, separate business in the same area, not too far from each other. Finn has been dealing with cars all his life and Sean's watched Esteban during work, often gave him a hand too. Now, that Esteban's been gone for a few years, Sean's taking over the garage with the occasional help of his little brother, although he wasn't so little either anymore, only turning 21.

As far as Sean can remember Esteban hated the McNamara Salon. Said they were no good troublemakers, knowing the owner from when Esteban started up his business here after freshly settling down in the country. He was suspecting that him and his sons were actually living off of illegal deals. Although the other man never explicitly said so, something was just.. off. Turned out, his dad was right.

Finn's own father isn't a good man, he's far from it. He's still in jail for drug dealing, car stealing, domestic violence and putting his minor sons up to his kind of work. Finn ended up in juvie but he's out now years later and he's running the garage all alone, under legal circumstances. It's a lot of work, especially after his father put a permanent mark on the garage's reputation, but he's doing his best to get by. Being a mechanic is the only thing he knows how to do anyway.

It's a warm summer night when they accidentally meet at a bar. Sean's taking Daniel out drinking for his 21th birthday with Lyla, Chris, Noah and some of Daniel's college buddies. Sean goes up to the bar to buy the first round of shots, leaning on the counter, waiting with his fingers tapping the surface.

Finn.. he's fucking smitten the minute he spots Sean. There's just something about him that stands out in the crowd. He's also kind of.. familiar. Sean has a slightly rugged look with a goatee. He's all lean muscle, broad shoulders in a plain white tshirt that compliments his natural tan skin so well, a long, black wolf medallion hanging by the middle of his chest. The veins on his arms are prominent from all the smoking and heavy lifting, and his legs.. well, fuck.

Finn doesn't hesitate for a second before sliding up to him, calling him sweetheart right off the bat.

Sean's considerably less shy than he was a years ago as a teen. He's still quiet, more brooding than he used to be but definitely more upfront as well. He flirts back because Finn's very attractive and it's flattering that someone like him is showing interest in Sean. With Finn's dreads put up in a bun his sharp features are fully visible, there's a septum hanging from his nose. His face tattoos are strangely endearing, he pulls them off by being so confident in his own skin.

They banter flirtily, there's no doubt about the attraction between the two. Finn notices the Diaz tattoo on Sean's wrist and it clicks where he's seen those brown doe eyes before. They met once because of their dads. He comments something about his looks and how he’s changed. Sean's confused at first. As it dawns on him, he starts acting more reluctant, recalling Esteban's warnings about the no-good McNamara family. Finn, despite sensing the shift in his behavior, doesn't give up.

When Sean gets his shots, he excuses himself back to Daniel's, but before he could go back Finn hands over his phone number, scribbled down quickly on a scrap of paper with a goofy smiley:

"*call me, Sweetie

xoxo ~ Finn*"

Finn gets back to his own crew but all he can do through the whole night is steal glances of Sean. Sean tries to focus on Daniel, it's his birthday after all. He's giving him the keys to his old car but playfully warns him not to give it a go tonight. Daniel's ecstatic, it's the first (official) time they're getting drunk together.

Still, even after finding out about who he was, Sean's eyes can't help wandering over to Finn.. the two men's gaze occasionally meet from across the room. Turns out, both Lyla and Daniel notice, they saw the two interact at the bar and what they're doing now is obvious. They tease Sean because of it. "Think you've got some drool on your face, man." Daniel knocks his elbow against his with a cheeky grin, Lyla has a similar expression on her face as she sushes Daniel. "Sssh, careful, dude. You're interrupting the eye-fucking."

Sean decides he needs a smoke. He downs his (third) shot before grabbing the lighter and cigarette pack from his coat then heads out alone. He can't resist checking on Finn one last time despite how his head is full of warnings. Finn catches it and follows not too far behind, ignoring his friends' perverted comments.

Sean's leaning against the brickwall in the alley with his left leg bent when Finn joins him. "Ain't usually into smokers but damn, sweetheart. That's a good look on ya." Finn's accent is impossible to miss, his voice is smooth and so relaxing. The grey smoke cascades out of Sean's mouth as he exhales, disappearing into the dark night, his own cheeks slightly pink but the neon lights conceal it. His lips wrap around the cigarette one more time before they part softly, looking erotic even though it's not his intention. Finn follows the motion with his eyes, not at all hiding his interest.

At first, it's mostly Finn flirting, Sean's still undecided, his heart in a constant fight with his brain. They chat for long, their friends completely forgotten. They end up laughing together, a lot. Sean finds out Finn's got a way with words and Finn.. he learns that Sean doesn't really but it's okay because he gets him on a deeper level. Sean's eyes are more expressive than he is verbally but luckily Finn's excellent at reading people. The tan male finds himself liking this punk more and more.

The topic turns more serious. They connect. Neither of them knows how but they end up chatting about their families. Finn he reveals more than he normally would to strangers, Sean (sort of) knows his situation anyway. Sean talks about how he's alone with Daniel, the only family they have is each other and Finn can relate to that, his brothers are the only family he's got left.

As silence falls upon them once more, Sean realizes Finn's somehow drifted closer to him and he can feel Finn's breath on his face. There comes the moment which seems to be a turning point, somehow. Both of the guys are thinking the same. Finn's eyes flickering down to Sean's plump lips. Their heartbeats quickening, breathing turning faster. Finn makes the first step, bringing a calloused hand up to Sean's face, thumb swiping over his cheek, curiously awaiting his reaction.

Sean's heart wins. His lips part, he couldn't look away from Finn's piercing blue eyes and doesn't think before he closes the distance, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss that's excruciatingly slow and passionate. Sean feels like he's forgotten how to breathe, the wind's knocked right out of him. Finn's lips are massaging against Sean's for minutes, they're getting lost in the sensations. Sean's hands are now resting on Finn's hip, not wanting to pull back because it's so damn good.

When Finn goes to break away, Sean chases after him and tugs on the neck of his tshirt to pull him back which causes their bodies to collide accidentally.

Finn downright moans.

Pins Sean against the wall with his forearm by his head, which in turn makes the younger whimper into his mouth. Finn swallows up the sound, the make out session suddenly turns more heated. Sean’s long fingers slide up the front of Finn's tshirt, feeling up the flat of his stomach and it sets off something in the tattooed man, his tongue pushing into Sean's mouth to explore it eagerly. Finn grabs Sean's ass over those tight black jeans and they're both getting carried away, it's too much and Sean's stopped thinking..

Hannah interrupts, looking for Finn because Cassidy knocked herself out. They're both visibly flustered, Sean's feeling shy suddenly. "Sorry, darlin'. Duty calls but.. would love to do this again, sometime. All'uv it." Finn winks suggestively before disappearing inside, leaving Sean there alone. He brings his fingers up to his lips, the taste of Finn still lingering.

#Eilla's imagines #sean x finn #sinn #fean #headcannons #alternative universe #au #sean diaz #finn mcnamara #blood brothers #parting ways #rivals au #mechanics au #i'm sorry I killed off Esteban #I love Papito but it had to be done here #Sean has tattoos #so does Daniel #making out #sinnamonfox

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starker-fluff · 4 years

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Redeemed steve rogers finds out about being Tony happily married to 19 years old peter parker and he doesn't approve of this. other redeemed avengers and bucky are fined with it

(you don’t understand how much I love this request. I hope I did ok)

Bitch Ass Boomer

Warnings: Homophobia, light swearing, mentions of honeymoon fend frolicking to be had

Not everything can be forgiven, but at least this was a set in the right direction. The so called “rogues” are moving back into compound officially. Bucky, Natasha and a few others had came and milled around for a few days already. During those day, those few found out about Peter and Tony’s marriage and threw a makeshift party as a late celebration to make up for them not attending the wedding.

“Bucky!!” Came Peter’s excited screech as the boy came barreling down the expansive hall to bear hug the man to had basically become his brother over the short weeks they had spent together. Bucky had been away for a few days to go meet up with Steve and convince the man to come move into the compound. Bucky smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair as the previously mentioned blonde walked into the room, the mood of the room changed. It was an odd feeling and had the boy shuffling on his feet.

“Parker right? You’re the spider kid, Peter Parker right?” Steve finally broke the silence. Peter nodded, glancing up to Bucky who padded the boy’s head before walking outside to grab some boxes.

“Yeah. Um.. It’s actually Peter Stark now.. Tony m-“ Peter tried to explain about Mr Stark and his marriage but Steve interjected.

“Tony finally adopt you did he? Oh that’s great. I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna do it.” Steve had chuckled but stopped when he saw the discomfort of the boy’s face. “What kid?”

“He.. He didn’t adopt me. He married me.” Peter spoke shyly, eyes dropping to the ground as Steve started... started laughing at him.

“Aww kid. That’s funny. You marrying Tony. Tony being in a relationship with a kid, let alone a boy. That’s funny kid.” Steve ruffled the kids head, stopping when he head the boy whimper under his hand.

“Wait? You seriously believe that? God, does Stark know about this delusion? I’m sure we can get you some kind of help and get you a nice girl your age to marry.” Steve’s words cut deep, the boy had tears rolling down his cheeks when Bucky came back in. Seeing Steve’s hand on the boy and said boy sobbing.

“STEVE!! What the fuck did you do?!” He dropped the box and pushed the super solider away from his little brother.

“Bucky, he thinks he’s married to Tony? We have to fix him, like we fixed you.” Bucky’s concerned expression turned to one of down right anger.

“YOU DID NOT FIX ME!! Being bisexual is nothing bad!! Nor is being gay bad! Peter is married to Tony, no one in this world gives to shit apart from people like you. So Steve, Shut the fuck up.” Bucky hugged the sobbing boy close and guided him into the safety of the compound. Peter was hurt and confused as Steve was meant to be Captain America, he’s suppose to be kind and just... Not.. Not like this.

“Get your own fucking shit.” Bucky snapped back to the stunned and frustrated Steve.

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Later That Night

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The main gang, minus Thor, sat around in the living room enjoying a round of drinks after a stuffing dinner. Chatting and laughing, ignoring the awful tension hangin in the air. Tony was trying his best to get closer to Peter but every time he went to hold his husband’s hand the boy would move his hand away. After a long hour of Peter’s odd behaviour Steve decided to bring up the little conversation he and the boy had had earlier in the hall, thinking that everyone would back him up now.

“Hey, Tony. You know you’re kid there thinks you and he are married. He’s got Bucky convinced. You wouldn’t marry a nineteen year old, let alone a boy. I think you gotta send the boy to a camp or something. I’m sure they got those around still.” Everyone went dead silent at Steve’s words, watching Tony’s cigs slowly turn and figure out what had been going on all day.

“Excuse m-“ Tony went to question when Peter jumped to his feet and quickly rushed out of the room. Tony went to run after him but Bucky put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Nat and I have Peter.” Bucky said as the two Russians quickly made their way after the boy whilst Tony’s attentioned turned to Steve. The man was seeing red. Walking over to the super solider he landed a right hook straight into his jaw.

“Don’t ever talk to my husband like that ever again. There is nothing wrong with him! Sure he is young but he’s old enough. We didn’t want to wait and as for him being a boy! So what if he has a penis! If Peter was a girl I would still marry them. I love him so if you ever hurt him again... I’ll do more then hurt you.” Tony was seething, fire in his eyes and his fingers clenched in anger. Turning on his heel he marched out of the room, all the other tailing sending Steve looks of disappointment and disgust.

“Tony.” Peter’s soft voice squeaked from the arms of Natasha who was doing her best to calm the crying boy. Tony made quick work of bundling the boy up in his arms.

“I got you, Bambi. Don’t listen to anything that man says. He’s stuck in the past. You are perfect and I love you.” Tony continued to whisper sweet nothings to his distraught husband. Picking the boy up in his arm the older man smiled thankfully to those around him before taking his sweet doe eyed boy up to their bedroom.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to cause all that.” Peter’s voice cracked, trilling with emotion as he was placed down on the bed. Tonight was suppose to be a fun night before the two would go off on their honeymoon, which they had put off for months now in order to try and get everyone back.

“Hey now, now of that was your fault. I didn’t know Steve was that kind of guy. I just assumed he was going to be like Bucky not... not like he was.” Tony slowly undressed, chucking his T-shirt beside the boy before pulling on some fresh underwear. Peter followed suit and changed out of his clothes, putting on fresh underwear as well as Tony’s discarded tshirt. It was a routine by now. If the shirt was dirty or sweaty it went in the hamper and Peter slept in his own shirt but if Tony’s shirt was clean and decent then it’s Peter’s. It started as a cute comfort thing and now it was just one of those things they did. The couple climbed into bed, Tony pulling his emotionally exhausted spider tight to his chest. Peter finally melted into his husband and let himself relax, the whole day had been full of Peter jumping away and turning away Stark’s affectionate advances which cut deeper then anything Steve could say but as the two listened to eat other’s heart beats every was fine and the cuts slowly healed. Well until Peter rolled over and sat in “Mr Stark’s” lap and started moving in a way that should be illegal. Guess the boy felt like he had to stake his claim, not that Tony was complaining.

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The Next Day

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The loved up couple woke the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping, a lovely alarm clock that Tony made for them because it was Christmas and even the evil guys don’t fuck with Christmas. Peter woke up with a giddy smile and wiggle of his sore bum and Tony woke up with a groan as he bitch slapped he alarm clock.

“Few more minutes..” Tony mumbled as Peter nudged at him. Ever since the two began to sleep in the same bed Tony’s been sleeping like the sleeping beauty, something about have his world in his arms just calmed him and out his anxieties to rest enough for the poor man to sleep. Now Tony was just like every other human once they discover the true power of sleep.

“No come on. It’s our honeymoon! Come one we gotta get going.” Tony show up and scooped Peter up in his arms.

“I was promised kinky sex and kinky sex I shall get.” Tony proclaimed as he marched the two of them to the bathroom to shower and get ready for their journey.

When Peter and Tony finally came out into the compound kitchen they were met by a lovely stack of waffles and assorted condiments as well as a large banner that hung across the roof saying “HAPPY HONEYMOON!” Peter beamed at those around him; Bruce, Nat, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey and even T’Challa and Everett were waving from a little hologram on the table but best for last.. Tony was there with him. Everyone sat down and had a nice breakfast. Tony gloated about having such a flexible young husband that could “do the rounds” which lead to Nat covering her ears and telling Tony to never speak like that about her child again. This was family, this was all Peter ever wanted. During the whole chaos of screaming Vision handed Peter a little gift that was a necklace that was a small avengers logo made out of vibranium. There was a small little icon for each member of the team, Tony and Peter being in the centre. It was a gift to bridge the gap, from one side to the other.

“Come one guys. This is ridiculous. Has he got you all drugged or something? There is no way that Tony married this kid! It del-“ Peter shot up and with a flick of his wrist Steve’s mouth was webbed shit. The tiny boy marched his way over to Steve, looking him square in the eye as he kicked the solider full force in the nuts. Sure that stuff wouldn’t usually hurt but Peter was one of the strongest on the team so.. Steve was doubles over clutching his parts for dear life.

“I have a honeymoon to get to.” Peter huffed as he turned around, waltzing back to Tony where he grabbed hold of his husband’s tie and tugged him towards the exit. The cheering avengers wolf whistled and hollered as the followed the couple to the door, waving them a goodbye before everyone went about their day. Bucky returned to where Steve was now sitting on the ground but the freezor with a pack of peas over his nuts.

“I told you Steve, shut the fuck up.” Bucky smirked as he left with a plate full of waffles.

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@itfeelssogoodmrstark @stereksoulmates

@animefan1998-love

#starker moodboard #tony stark x peter parker #steve is a douche #bucky is ulitmate big bro #nat is momma spider #tony wants the kinky sex #starker #starker fluff #I wrote this at 12am at night #no one can stop the gay #also spidey kicks people in the dicks again #tony bitch slaps his clock

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years

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Truth Set Free: Part 2 (Final)

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by @elivanah : Hey i have an idea for a request, if you like. Maybe one of seb’s character is a mob boss who also owns a strip club. He and reader are dating but she doesn’t know what he does. One day she finds out the hard way. Angst ending with a happy ending and maybe smut.

Part 1

Your heart was racing. You didn’t know what to do! Stay here where you’re safe, like Bucky said or Go back to the club and make sure that Bucky and Cheryl are safe?

“Fuck it,” you run out from the alleyway and pushed past the people that were spilling out from the doors of Winter’s Fair. You kept your eyes on the look out for your red-haired friend. When you stumbled back into the club, you ducked behind the bar counter as bullets ricocheted around you.

“Y/N!” you heard someone whisper your voice. You looked down behind the counter to see Cheryl and the woman she was talking to.

You hurriedly and quietly crawled over to them, “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, but why the hell is your boyfriend involved in a shoot out?!”

“I have no clue!” You let out a few deep breaths to try to calm yourself, “Okay, I’m gonna take a peek, if the coast is clear, you guys get the hell outta here. Got it?” they both nodded.

You crawled back to where you ducked behind the counter. You cautiously peered around it, behind some chairs and saw that everyone was preoccupied with trying to kill each other. You motioned for them to hurry and they did, scrambling to their feet and running as fast as they can out the doors. You didn’t follow them.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SEND THE PYMS FLOWERS AND A NICE CARD AND THEY’LL JUST PARTNER UP WITH YOU!” you heard a man shout above the gun fire.

“They declined your offer, didn’t they?” you hear Bucky yell from his hiding spot.

“You’re really startin’ to be a pain in my ass, Barnes! My family has been in charge of Brooklyn for decades! You think you can come and sweep in on my business? You messed with the wrong mob family!”

Mob? Was-Was Bucky a mob boss?!

“Y/N!” you felt someone say as they touched you.

You gasped, “Steve!” you hugged him, “Are you okay?” you took note of his busted lip and disarrayed clothes.

The man shrugs, “A little beaten up, but nothin’ I’m used to. I need to get you outta here.” he takes a hold of your arm, but you oppose.

“No! I wanna make sure he’s safe!”

“Buck can handle himself fine. You can’t. If I don’t get you outta here and you get hurt, Buck’ll kill me. Literally kill me. So get up and let’s go!”

He pulls you up and out the door. Behind the club, a car is waiting for the both of you, “Sam?!” you exclaim as you slide into the car.

He looks over his shoulder and waves, “Hey, Y/N!” The car’s tires skirt against the pavement as he pushes on the gas and drives away from the club.

“Okay, seriously, what the fuck is going on?! Are you guys in a mob?! Is Bucky a mob boss?!”

Before anyone can reply, your phone rings and you see that Bucky’s calling you. You immediately answer it, “Bucky?”

You hear him sigh, “Thank God you’re okay. Steve and Sam got ya, right?”

“Yeah. Buck, what-”

“I’ll explain to you later. Right now, the guys are gonna bring you to a safehouse of mine. I’ll be there in an hour or so. They’re gonna watch over you, okay?”

“I’m so confused, Bucky. I’m scared,” you whimper out.

You hear him sigh again, “I know, doll. I know. I promise I’ll tell you everything. I just need to take care of some stuff. Everything will be okay.”

“Okay...I love you.”

There was a beat of silence before Bucky replied, “I love you too, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” he hung up the phone and you tossed your phone back into your purse.

Bucky let out a long exhale as he watched cops and investigators work around his club, trying to get an understanding of what happened.

“Bucky,” he turned to see a former high school classmate approach him.

“Scott! Hey, man. You’re a cop now? That’s ironic considering how much of a thief you were when we were younger.”

Scott shrugged, “I’ve learned my ways. Anyway, I’m the sucker who has to ask for a statement. You ready?”

Bucky shrugged, “Yeah. I was actually not in the club when the shooting started. I was outside talking to my girlfriend in the alleyway two doors down-”

“Talkin’, huh?” Scott gives him a smirk.

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, Scott, talkin’. Anyway, in the middle of our conversation, we heard the gunshots. I told my girl to stay hidden while I went back inside to see what was going on. I see Brock Rumlow and his goons terrorizing everyone in the club. I pulled out my own gun just in case.

Rumlow saw me and started firing away along with his men. Me and my security fired back as self-defense. Now because of him, I have to tell these guys’ families they were killed because some asshole was scared of competition.”

Scott nodded and he scribbled everything down, “Alright. Got it. So, as you’re probably aware, this place will be shut down for investigation.”

“Yeah. Well, at least I got the fucker in the shoulder before you guys showed up.” he said with a smirk and Scott snorted. The cop then gave Bucky a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

Bucky then went to the back of the club and out the door to see his driver waiting for him.

When Steve and Sam escorted you to the safehouse, you assumed it’d be like everything else Bucky possessed: luxurious. But it was just a regular house in the suburbs.

You walked in to see that the place wasn’t heavily decorated. necessary furniture here and there, occasional paintings and pictures spread around. But overall the place was bare.

“Master bedroom is up the stairs and second door to the left. Closet is filled. There’s the basic essentials in the bathroom. Do what you need to do. We’ll be down here, Y/N.”

“Thanks, guys.” you went up the stairs and entered the master bedroom. You immediately went to take a shower to clear your thoughts. The warm water soothing your tense, tight body. When you went to wash your hair, you realized that it was the same exact shampoo you used. Did Bucky have a feeling you’d have to come here someday? You continued to wash and rinse your hair. Then soaping up your body with lavender scented body wash.

You stepped out of the shower minutes later feeling more relaxed and refreshed. You then went to the closet, curious to see if Bucky had actually stored some clothes for you. He did.

Inside there were some generic clothes: plain tshirts, graphic tshirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, leggings, jeans, etc. He really must’ve thought this through. You decided to go with a graphic tshirt that had a bee saying “You’re the bee’s knees!”,it was so cute and so you, along with some leggings.

“Now here’s the real test: underwear.” you went over to the dresser and looked at the first drawer. One half had men’s underwear and the second half had women’s underwear. You pulled out a lacey number and snorted, “That’s so him,” you threw it back in and went with a pair of floral cotton panties.

You pulled them on and then the shirt and leggings. As you were drying your hair, there was a knock at the door, “Come in!” you said.

The door swung open to reveal Bucky and you dropped your towel, running up to him. The speed you went caused him to stagger back a bit, “Woah! Hey, baby.”

You hugged him tight, “I’m so glad you’re safe!” you pulled back and then punched him in the arm, “Now tell me what’s going on!”

“Ah! Okay! Geez!” he rubbed where you hit him and gestured for you to sit down. You did and he began to pace the room, “So I got involved with this when I was twenty-one. I knew my dad was into some sketchy stuff but I never knew it was like this. But after some observing and training and guidance, he handed his position down to me. He was getting old and I was his heir.

“I really built up business. The past ten years, my dad and his business was laughed at. They always said we’d never make it to the big leagues and now we’re there. I did have to do some bad things to get here, though, but I didn’t like it and there really wasn’t any choice.” he walked over to you, kneeling down at your feet, “And trust me, Y/N, I would never do anything to put you in danger. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I was protecting you. If something were to happen to you ‘cause you got wrapped up in all this...I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Are you the White Wolf?”

You watched as he gulped then nodded, “Yeah, I am, but I’m not a bad guy! Those things that Stark is tellin’ ya, that’s not me! That’s Rumlow trying to throw me under the bus just ‘cause he’s upset I’m better at this than he is!” He stood back up, slicking his hair back.

“I have another question.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you have a feeling we’d have to come here eventually?”

He sat down beside you and shrugged, “I hoped we wouldn’t, but I like to be prepared. Do you like the house?”

“I didn’t get to explore much.”

“It’s for us, actually.”

You looked at him in surprise, “What?”

He chuckled, avoiding your gaze, “Yeah. I bought it a little bit after we started dating.”

“How long after?” he mumbled a response but you didn’t quite hear it, “A bit louder, babe.”

“Five months.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Fucking Hell! Seriously, Bucky?”

A shy smile made its way to his face as he shrugged once more, “I was ready to buy it after the first month.”

“Why?”

He looked up at you and cupped your cheek with his hand, “’Cause you’re it for me, YN. I know you are. I fell in love with you the moment you told me get my car out of your fucking parking spot.”

You giggled, “I had a long day at work. I just wanted to park my car, get into my apartment, and sleep.”

“I’m glad I was in your parking spot,” he murmured as he leaned in.

You leaning in with him mumbled, “Me too,” and you lips met with a gentle kiss. You cupped his face with your hands, deepening the kiss. When he pulled you onto his lap you squealed, “Bucky!” The only response you received was a chuckle and many more kisses. Everything was going to be okay.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #marvel #au #mob boss au

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boomitsbucky · 6 years

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Worse Than A Tattoo. Part3

Summery: Everyone finds out.

Part 1 here.

Part 2 here.

Part 3/3

The pack took the news extremely well, all very excited even Boyd had grinned and hugged stiles so tightly that Derek growled. Scott and the girls had cried telling him how proud they were of their Alphas mate and best friend.

It took a week for everyone to get back to perfect health. Lydia still had a little bruising but she was fine other than that. Stiles had spent the last few days begging Derek to not make him tell his dad.

“Please we can tell him we adopted them or- or they’re your cousins kids and we are looking after them!”

Derek had growled at that. “You want to deny our pups?” Stiles flailed at that, “No! Never! Der I just I don’t- he won’t- he’s my dad! I’m 20! He’s already angry about me being mated for life, for being with you who’s seven years older than me! He nearly had a heart attack when he saw I had a tattoo!”

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. “We will tell him together it will be fine. He’s going to find out anyway Stiles when they come out looking just like us.”

Stiles whimpered and hid his face in Dereks chest, the bigger the pups got the more their wolf instincts rubbed off on stiles. He was constantly scenting Derek and the pack, not that anyone minded. Derek in particular loved it, walking around smelling just like his pregnant mate.

Derek left it for a few days until Saturday evening, he had sent the pack off to their retrospective homes and told them not to come back until Tuesday. None of them had been very happy being away from stiles for that long but agreed none the less.

“Your father will be here in an hour baby, do you want to shower before he gets here?” Derek asked running his fingers over stiles bump as he lay dozing on the bed.

Nodding sleepily stiles reached out for Derek pouting. Derek smiled at how soft and pliant he was, don’t get him wrong he loved how strong, independent and sarcastic stiles was. But he also loved when he was like this, soft and sleepy. Noticing it just now he realised that stiles hadn’t been struggling with his ADHD much since he fell pregnant.

After a quick warm shower Derek dressed stiles in one of his black tshirts and some leggings that Erica had bought him when he realised he couldn’t fit in anything anymore. Slipping on stiles favourite fluffy socks with a kiss to his ankle Derek smiled seeing stiles head dropped back on the pillows snoring slightly.

Deciding not to wake him Derek covered him over with their duvet and headed down stairs. He had made stew with home made bread for dinner, his father had taught him how to make it. It was he only thing he could cook until he met stiles.

Derek heard Noah before he had even entered the preserve. His eyes glancing at the ceiling he heard stiles shifting in bed his heart beat still steady, still sleeping.

“Hey Derek” Noah smiled handing Derek a bottle of wine as he stepped in the door. “Noah” Derek nodded his head taking Noah’s coat for him hanging it up next to his own.

“It’s quiet, have you killed him.” He laughed glancing around slightly confused at the lack of his lanky hyperactive son.

“He’s sleeping he’s been tired a lot lately.” Derek hummed holding out his arm to show him to the kitchen.

“Stiles tired? Is he okay?” Noah laughed looking at his son in law as he sat on one of the island stools. Derek didn’t laugh.

Noah frowned slightly, “Derek? Is my son okay?” Derek nodded “he’s fine, he’s waking up.” He glanced at the stairs.

“He has something to tell you and it’s really making him panic. Please don’t be to hard on him, it’s going to be a shock but it’s going to be okay” Derek moved to stand by the stairs. Waiting to help stiles.

“Derek if my son comes down those stairs covered in anymore tattoos I’ll be arresting you both and charging you with one of the many crimes I’ve let you get away with.” Noah stood his heart beating fast as he waited to lay eyes on his son.

“Der are you making stew I’m hungry.” Stiles soft voice asked as he carefully waddled down the stairs. Derek took his hand gently standing in front of him. “Your dads here” he whispered pressing a kiss to his forehead before moving aside.

Leaving stiles in full sight with his father. Stiles breathing began to her shallow but Derek scented him quickly placing his hand on the small of his back.

“D-Dad I-“

“Oh this is way worse than a tattoo. Mieczyslaw Stilinski you tell me right now that, that is some kind of swelling and not what it looks like!” Noah’s voice was getting louder with every word.

Dereks fist clenched at his side, if stiles heartbeat became anymore panicked he was going to have to make Noah leave.

“Dad I’m pregnant. I’m sorry. I know you want the best for me but it’s my choice and I have Derek and we are safe now. Please don’t hate me” stiles hands were shaking as he took a step toward his father, tears spilling onto his pink cheeks.

Noah stepped forward wrapping his arms around his son tightly just holding him as he cried into his shoulder. Noah’s eyes locked with Dereks who watched intently. He couldn’t tell what emotion it was but Derek had never been so relived in his life.

“I could never hate you.” He whispered against his sons hair. “I’m not disappointed Stiles, I know you can do this. It’s very brave.” Noah said pulling back to look at him. The initial anger and shock fading away.

Derek smirked stiles was scenting his father calming him down dramatically without him noticing.

“Its twins.” Stiles let out a shaky breath wiping away his tears. The pups moving around in his stomach made him smile slightly and glance down, placing a hand over where he could feel them moving.

“Like Derek and Laura. Your mothers would be so happy.” Noah breathed gently touching Stiles stomach.

Derek smiled fondly stepping closer to them, flinching when Noah gripped his shoulder giving him a reassuring smile as they all stood in silence feeling the little movements under stiles’ skin.

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A few months later Stiles was lay in bed with his twin daughters fast asleep on his chest. He couldn’t ever imagine feeling happier. Derek was in the bathroom running him a bath, the pack were down stairs putting together baby furniture for around the house. His dad was baby proofing every room possible and he was just there, with his daughters.

Elise Talia stilinski-Hale And Isa Claudia Stilinski-Hale. Both had Dereks colouring and dark hair but they most defiantly had stiles eyes and his endless freckles.

“So I was thinking.” Stiles called standing from the bed both girls in the crook of each arm.

Derek looked up from where he was adding bath salts to the water.

“I want another tattoo.”

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wrathofmimi · 6 years

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Send me a number ask: all of them except for the ones you aren't comfortable answering

Ah! This should be interesting. let’s get started

1. are you religious? - Well I’m a Christian and I try to talk to God and read the Bible often, so I would say I’m religious.

2. what animal do you think you’re most like? - I like to think of myself as a wolf but realistically I’m probably a hermit crab or something

3. how do you take your coffee? - I don’t drink coffee lmao

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss? - never had it

5. museum date or aquarium date? - Aquarium date, definitely. Museum date would be cool too but I’d love to see all the different kinds of marine life there

6. do you have any tattoos or piercings? do you want more? - I currently have no tattoos, but I think I want one someday. not sure what it’ll be yet. As for piercings, I have one in both earlobes and I’m thinking about getting a second set in the same area. not interested in lip or nose piercings tho

7. favorite fruits? - Strawberries. And oranges but they require so much work before you can actually eat the friggin thing

8. favorite vegetables? - carrots or peas ig

9. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank) - not gonna answer if that’s ok

10. do you cry a lot? - not really

11. who are your closest friends? - don’t really have any. I know I’m lame

12. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march? - nope

13. do you play any video games? - Yup! I mainly play Nintendo but the other consoles are cool too. I love legend of Zelda, mario kart, super smash bros, harvest moon, fire emblem and more

14. did you ever have an emo or scene phase? - well uh currently I’m having a bit of an emo phase rn tbh

15. what color is most of your wardrobe? - black, dark colors, and more black

16. what do you like to do for fun? - it varies from moment to moment

17. what is your biggest fear? - weeaboos. or facebook.

18. name a subject you know a lot about. - ok uh ancient mythology

19. favorite fictional characters? - Loki (Marvel), Doctor Strange (Marvel), Rocket (Marvel), Lyn (Fire Emblem), Roy (Fire Emblem), Valkyrie (Marvel), Wonder Woman (DC), Daisy (Super Mario), Shulk (Xenoblade Chronicles)

20. do you read a lot? what are your favorite books? - I try to read when I can yes, but I want to read a lot more

21. how would you describe your style? - like as in, clothing-wise? its nothing too complicated, usually dark colored, emo-like clothes. which consists of a tshirt and jeans

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it? I had a few that were my favorites, like this bear from chuck e cheese and this weird multicolored dog/bear thingy and I have those somewhere

23. what’s something most people love that you hate? - there are so many things. cant narrow it down to just one tbh

24. do you think you’re a good singer? - people have told me I’m good but I doubt myself bc I’m an insecure little shit

25. who do you live with? - my family

26. favorite desserts? - Above all I would say cheesecake! or lemon meringue pie

27. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far? - idk. just not dying

28. favorite makeup brands? - don’t use makeup enough to really know lol, just whatever works

29. favorite clothing stores/brands? - ig kohls or rue 21… only been to rue 21 once but I liked their selection

30. what was your first job? - does mowing lawns count

31. do you take a lot of naps? - I wish I could but nah

32. what is your favorite part about your body? - my hands maybe (haha thought I was gonna say something sexual well you were wrong)

33. are you more dominant or more submissive? - dominant ig

34. are you more outgoing or more shy? - shy

35. how tall are you? - about 5′6″

36. what is your body type? - pear?? hourglass??? probably pear ig

37. favorite flower? - cliché as heck but ill say roses (idk a great deal about flower types ok)

38. favorite planet? - I always liked saturn

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year? - I don’t really do Halloween anymore haha.. haven’t for a long time

40. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older? - probably older but idc

41. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail. - well he faked his death recently and my mom hates him. he is tall, has long black hair and unknown eye color and is over a thousand years old

42. who is your biggest inspiration? - Lzzy Hale, she just inspires me so much (not in a bad way tho)

43. do you have any kinks? - no comment

44. do you own any pets? - I own four, which are all dogs.

45. which celebrity do people say you look the most like? - ive been told I look like Anne Hathaway before

46. do you like sports? - not really, no

47. have you ever seen a broadway musical? - noppity nope

48. what is your favorite kind of food? - too many foods to choose just one type

49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid? - prolly mermaid

50. what is your instagram? - don’t have one lmao

51. glossy lips or matte lips? - def matte lips, always

52. do you like cherry, grape, blue raspberry, watermelon, or green apple jolly ranchers the best? - ive, never, had, a, jolly rancher,

53. what are your best personality traits? - idk I have a lot of patience

54. what is your ethnicity? - I’m white

55. what different hair colors have you had? - ive had dark purple in the past

56. favorite disney princess? - idk really, that one from beauty and the beast ig

57. favorite album of 2017? - idk tbh because nothing I liked came out in 2017

58. have you ever had braces? - no

59. favorite holiday? - Christmas or 4th of july

60. post a selfie. - I can’t do one rn but I might sometime soon!

61. are you a good swimmer? - just average

62. do you wear jewelry? - not really, sometimes I wear bracelets and I usually wear earrings

63. can you play any instruments? - no

64. do you have any siblings? - yea, one

65. are your grandparents still alive? how old are they? - all except one. they’re old, like 70s or 60s

66. who knows the most about you? - my parents ig

67. are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot? - I’m more on the quiet side

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self? - just. stop. flipping out and having mental breakdowns. shit. live your life. you are gonna be fine

69. how many pillows do you sleep on? - two

70. ask any question you’d like. - I think I’ll separate that and put in a different post

Thanks for the ask fren! :D now you all know a little more about me now. this was really fun!

#if it looks weird just know its because of technical difficulties #I send my humble apologies and I hope it's readable #answered

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luwha · 7 years

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My headless oc and universe

a lot of people have been asking and i’ve been too busy with commissions to ahve proper time to explain and repeat to different people the same thing, since yeah i’ll repeat the same thing, so i cut some conversation stuff that i had with @doodlejinx and @og-magnus and some others, and some severe influences by the amazing @starshardfragments and wonderful comic by @videntefernandez!

Remember, it’s a casual conversation i had, it’s literally messy and broke and most are just babbling chat by me, so uh, yeah

also. it’s super long.

with @doodlejinx

i had bad idea for ocworld: magic and stuff is fairly common, yet not THAT common but in 20 classmates at least 3 are witches and one is probably a werewolfthe oc: a regular human with bad touch for magic yet atracts a lot of spirits, not harmful oneshe lost his head. he has no head. but he carries it on a supermarket bag or soemthinghis best friend is a ghoulthey speak ASLhe sleep curling onto his own head

just it, he used to be an pharmacy student but had to quit was hard to work without moving the head that's not on his head anymore

now he's doing arts because he loved it and since he has no main dream he's following it, he's a bit bad but he's doing good with learninghe likes sleepovers with his few friends because he can do his own hair

in the end he got used to it, at first he carried his head with all care but at this point, after a few years, he just puts in supermarket bag

he was extremly vanilla to ever think about that, his mind was full of depression and confusion

then after some years he just gave up and he's like, nice, he can see how he's dressing up and do the dishes and tv at the same timeand since magic is fairly common, no one really stares a lot

there are ghouls around, some visible spirits, full dressed witches going to work, sometimes a 100% transformed werewoman playing clash royaleone day he sleeps and forget his head on the subway

the cats may not present as animals, but mostly do when trying to get dealsand it's a common rule

and almsot a law, no deals must be made other way, if the cat's on streetmaybe Daniel followed the crow? doesn't really matter how he lost his headthere are many cat-like entities, yet there are a lot of cats who are just catscat's are absurdly common, the cities are crowded with them and no one can tell if they're cats or entitiesso they are all respected like entities dog/wolf-like entities, different than expected, ahve their own rules about how they share the spot they protect or make dealsdon't talk a lot, but arent enemiesookamis really hate ghouls

ghouls aren't evil, they are just like people with motor disorder, they can do everything, just not look graceful, they can drive, write, everythingbut their joints is just most stiff and look zobie like but they are finebut can't speak wellyou learn asl on class like you learn english and fae

since there are many entities who cannot speakand yet many can't sign as well, so there's faebut it's only used in rare momentswith fae, you never knwo who listens tonever request or beg in faealways speak clear and never suggest a requestyou don't know who listen

it's common for universitary hourses, to be just the smallest hall ever, with 20~30 doors. and just it. the door only, and the owner is usually a fae creature, who charges nothing for the the stay butthe room is an extra dimension, it'll feed on your magic energy, that everybody have in some extentyou can pay with money if you're bad with energydaniel ahs to use money

it's also not recommended for creating a child-like or dependable one, you're responsable for them until they can care for themselves, if they cannot you must love them until you pass, or thembut you need to present a request and sign so many papers

some universitary teachers make those bodies for the ghost studentsthey're not the good bodies, they're simple and have to be given back, but when the student needs somehting he can use the bodyit's nto common, making those bodies is incredible hardand most of them results in... ghoulsghouls are an umbrella term of those who died and cannot pass yet, those who died while possessing a body, those who were murdered by specific magic, ressurections who were made without permission, homunculi that were created without loveeven deals that involved lifetime, it's a matter of respect never asking a ghoul what the fuckin the 90's the witches where phoibited to fly higher than the cars, for police rules and fairness unless they have special permitbut they still angry that doesn't apply for the angelic ones, who can fly as high as they want

details, plants are REALLY common, they are visible anywhere on the streets, even on the most city-like ones, on the windows, anywherethe sky at night is purple. a very deep purpleand last rule, if a crow rests on yout shoulder, you're not allowed to shoo it awayit gets to stay as much as it wantseven go to your house

unless you offer them the herbs they require, usually hard to have and most advanced witches have, but most of times they just wanna hangwhen they sits on your shoulder you don't shoo, but once they do you can offer them head, the hand, play with it if it wants, it doesn't have to STAY therethey'll be with you as much as they wantif they have the third eye opened, there's someone trying to sell you a cursed itemand since they gave you this information, you tell them a secretthey're good keepers

it's a world that our world and the fae somehow got mixedand it's fineand take care with merfolk, they eat humans

they're cool, but like human foodlike having a pig as a pet? you love it and still eat their kind?they'll be friends liek anyone else

but they'll still eat humans somehwre, human meat isn't that hard to findand it's legally obtaineddan ate but he didn't like that much, he said it was too firm and hard to swallow, the ghoul signed that he doesn't have palate anywaythose are stuff you learn in middle schoolnever give a crow a namenever invite a cat to your house, you don't know if it's an catthose stuff

and hospitals are really scary placeslike that comic on tumble, that has some gorelemme try to findhospitals merge with other realms other than fae, the nurses are actually a wAY more respected than the doctorsso does the pharmaceuticsthe reasons to go to one goes from cuts, surgery, hunting spells, curses, mispellings on deals, whatnot

tw gore and body horrortho the hospitals aren't sentient on my worldbut are "haunted" placesthe ones hu haunt there aren't dangerous and most of them are surprisingly helpful

he went to an hospital to check his head issue, the nurse said it was there and he'd be fine, but she couldn't identify if it was a curse, joke or bad deal, he's have to remeber more, and with fairy sparkle he saw that under the head, there was the white invisble image of his body, and his head over the body too, but wasn't able to touch or seeit was weird but harmlessand defnitly not the first case

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with @og-magnus

he's average by description

body, average, not fat neither defined

cute, but average, not enough to be handsome neither ugly, just ok

dick, also average, not too thicc neither thin, neither long or short

tho he's uncut

i always end up drawing my average chars too pretty

he's the most bi af

tho mixed with fae world gender is merely a concept

not even humans show only 2 genders, who can say about the other fae creatures

humans with afinnity to magic? the withches? the halflings, crossed with the faes?

people couldn't care less

sOUNDS NICE, i LIKE IT

ssholes about the purity oh the human magic, that they insisted that were different from the faes, like the KKK disgraceful ones

but even those care very little about gender

he likes to present very masculine and is cis, but when it comes to dressing and stuff, neither he or anyone mind at all, he just likes large stuff, he says it comfy ad i agree

tHAT'S SUPER CUTE

if u look again, all his clothes are meme and large, most of them are old so the tshirt look tigh because it was M but he got fat a bit

so they seems tight

but pajamas

he loves it

give him pajamas and socks and he might cry

he could but no he's just thicc, not strong

actually he's quite sedentary

make him run 5 minutes and he'll almost have a heart attack, like me

He sounds like the sweetest boy

mace an oc for this universe

that is the same of ours with our shitty disgraceful leaders and rising of facism but has fae magic and world mixed

and at the night the sky is a deep purple instead of a dark blue

yes!

tho the merfolk don't really like the humans at all but some of them go to study on university on the ground

IT'S PERFECT

he can either use an spell/deal/ritual to have legs or look human or wellchairs that are a way better than the ones we have

or even "float" around like the air was water but that would require a very deep connection with magi

magic*

but he can rent this spell lol

yes you can rent spells

Neat

like Daniel's house

he lives with a ghoul and is an art student at university

the place is a rented place for universitaries, the room's size is based on the magic you have on you

daniel is a disgrace with magic

he can't do the basic light flicker

he seems to have nothing of magic on him

and the ghoul, Marta, doesn't too because she's a ghoul

so they pay the rent with money so someone makes it, what's normal since not all faes have magic

Oh ok, you've put a lot of thought into this haven't you?

you ahve no idea

marta has background

daniel too, the laws, the cats

every cat's color has a bg too

That's great!

even the place he sleeps and the interaction with other fae creatures even the fact that spoken languages aren't so commo0n so as much as you learn english you also learn ASL

marta is a ghoul, very 80's zombie, she can't speak since she has little coordination of her tongue

but she can sign

and dan can read just fine

also even in elementary schools there are small classes of understanding, accepting and using small amounts of magic

daniel coulldn't use any at all

he's not the choosen one, it's a known issue, rare, but known

he's not the only one to really have 0 ability with magic

it's like having extremly rare disease

tho having magic power in harry potter like level is really rare

in a crowd of 100 ppl maybe 3 can

it's common, yes

but not natural

those are the withces

withches*

Aaaa

Ok I see, so most people can do basic stuff but either end of the spectrum is quite rare

yep

it's more rare having no magic contact, it's a magic world after all

there's no dishes washing itself, it's less magical than it suggest

but even a regular human can feel when a cat is a cat or an entity

or feel intentions, if they're trained to understand what the aura gives

but dan cannot really feel those

even marta who's dead can

she's not a zombie she's a homunculi, and there's a lot about homuncili that i wont start it's so long

just know that they're either

- dead, who were wrongfully ressurected - failed or illegal summonings - uncertified and illegal creation of life, which the crator is now bound to make happy and live at it's fullest - dead who'se sold their soul or for any reason didn't pass to other realms - deals. bad deals. oh boy.

caniballism, ressurection and artificial human life are a thing that isn't ilegal but almsot no one can legally perform

you need so many papers signed and permissions and witnesses

also it's extremly illegal and is punishable by the locking of the soul the creation of artificial life for slavery and servitude

so is the creation of a homunculi that wont be loved, tho they are see as our legacy and your child, they cannot eb created without love

or... they'll b a ghoul.

soul lock impedes you of trancending the realms until the soul you imprisioned or created are finally ready to pass as well

and trust, the homunculi aint powerful, they're humans like us that were not created by sex or those, or even deceased child who couldn't born die miscarry, whose parents contacted the soul and brough the child back

in those cases, you cannot force a soul

that's why it takes months to be performed and is watched closely

so is canibalism, which daniel is somehow very into

the fairies and merfolk specially are really needy of human meat, like it was an craving dish

the deceased and suicidal ones leave their body to eb consumed, the burial isn't really a thing

the being part of something bigger is

a meat adquired by murder or cowercion tastes bad and rots too easily, it also goes for animal meat

oh man i build a lot

i'm ranting

I'm gonna try to fit my Triton into this I'd be interested in knowing more about them.

What would you like to know?

Where do they come from/live?

Mostly seas, very hardly rivers

And depend on where they live

So there are town all over the world then?

The entities are like, onis from Japan, headless horses and snakes from Brazil

There are faes that are exclusive from some places

All over

They despise humanity for their pollution on their realms, you know how Japan was closed and not discovered? So we're merfolk, but they were discovered much later, in the 1700s

They are wary of humans and distrust other faes

Speaking generically of course

They live in another ruling setting and are still very closed

But as hard it is to spot albinos it's hard to find them

But some visit and even live on the surface

they use elemental magic mostly, there are many types, but spiritual and elemental are the most commons

followed bu demoniac and holy, as cliche as it is

the hells aren't open enither the ehavens, tho the concept here is absolutly different than chatolic

it's almost impossivle to spot demons or angels

it's almost like they cannot survive on earth

more about gender: 90% of the merfolk known are absolutly intersex, they may or may not prefer one of their genitalia or even present none

and the "known" is because the deep abyss is still a mistery, even tho some merfolk helped, still unexplored and no one knows it's cryptids

and now that i'm back on pc

the inspiration for the cats and fae interactions, and why danel wanted to be a nurse, based on another thing

this would be up to you

maybe yes, maybe not

lemme get the links

http://starshardfragments.tumblr.com/post/159915922140/how-to-deal-with-street-cats

this for the cats

many entities do not react or present their will as humans could read, some are triksters

you never know if a cat is an entity or just a cat, they're numerous and are common in cities as pigons

i'ts so common that dealing with them is something your parents teach, it's just like they etaching like to draw a smiley face

most people have a tingle on the spine, even the low magic ones when it comes to those, they cannot be sure if it's a cat or not, but they will get wary

daniel can't even be sure it's a cat at all

now the hospital: (tw gore, blood, mutilations, murtansts whatsoever gore)

http://videntefernandez.tumblr.com/post/159578140848/im-really-thankful-to-my-patrons-for-making-this

the hospitals are more modern on my setting and less 'sentient' but they are still a place that is absolutly mystical

the nurses are hierarquically more important than the doctors, hence they are the ones who deal and welcome all sorts of stuff

from car crashes to bad deals and bizarre magic, it's a place for curses and modern medicine

daniel wanted to be a nurse, but he was forced out of the gradutaion since even he was really interested, a nurse must ahve some contact with magic

and he was shit

so he folowed his second passion, that is arts

but he's broke since he just started artign at 23 years old, and his dreams were into the blender

he works on a bodega

Aww, and the hospitals are neat

they are!!

they're super neat and they're like

what's the name of those schools where you live at?

they become your house and your coworkers your family

you don't just work there, but you also live there (in the residence inside the area) and be a part of it

specially the cleaners and service people

they're often the oldest and wiser, since the cleaning of what happens on those places is pure madness

and they're either too young or too old, since a young is getting into and the older endured the madness

spirits and ghosts are a thing, they cannot be easly spotted since they're a flicker between realms, but they go to university and even live in manequins once in a while

the manequins are built for them to be present in the material world

most of the witches can see them

they just can't be part of the object or place for too long, or it becomes cursed

but they're just like us, sharing memes on internet

just depend on why they still on this realm

the fact they didn't pass is always their secret and only

isn't it absurdly rude to ask a transgender person if they changed their genitalia? it's as rude to ask a ghost why it still here and to ask a ghoul how it turned into a ghoul

it's their and their business only

oh man the universe is so huge i could spend the whole day rambling

It's sweet that you're so invested tho

just last detail, all law problems ARE solved with truth spells

it's an artifice of the law to use it since an innocent has nothign to hide

the judges and witnesses are also under it

so even murdering has little incidence, since there's almost no get away, but instead, it's a nasty thing the "accidents" and bad deals

people lost when following cats, people locked and dying inside cursed houses

doors that lead to nowhere, people find their way to crime

and the "truth serum", that can be bough, isn't really a truth spell, but an sort of energetic that makes a person less inclined to lie, till, they can lie

and it's considered a crime using one without conscent

this world has a lot of fae rules, and most of them consist on deals

a deal makes you agree or not on using your energy, aura, soul or what you feel like calling it

if you're unwilling, there's very little things that will work

since the energy is pure and reflect the feelings

using forced one is almost like trying to eat a man who didn't want to die

the meat will be hard, frim and will spoil easly

you can buy human meat at the supermarket, tho it's really impossoble to find, it's not like milk, you don't find caviar at all supermarkets

it has to be specialized ones

oh, it's more a comment about how this world is cetic and somwewhat too serious

and about daniel, losing head like this is VERY rare, but yet was seen before, tho the reason depends, could be curse, could be heritage of some fae and entities? could be a lot

sometimes it limbs, most common it's organs, like heart specially

some take their own heart by spell to hide somwhere

daniel dunno how it happened to him

he doesn't mind

happened when he was seventeen

yet he has the feeling it'll never be back to his neck

Guessing it's hard to reattach stuff?

yeah, there's somehting they don't know that impedes it, and he could use an improvised stuff to hold it there, but the edges repel, like two magnetes on the same polar

it's meant to not be there anymore

like, he can rest with the neck parts touching, but if the intent is to keep them connected, somethign wont allow it

he went to hospitals and no one could tell, since daniel himseld had no clue

if he followed a cat, could a an deal he made without really realizing

enemy? an curse?

he doesn't know, just woke up like this

and he's not really seeking to solve, deep inside he knows there's no solving and no explanation will really make him happy

he's ok, it's like a limp. a nuisiance, but you live on

he doesn't mind anymore

Well then, seems like he's doing alright ^^

oh, he is! he totally is

it's far past the point where he cared

it just bothered on the first months, explainign it to people who knew he had a head there

but since i'ts a mixed with fae world, it's not liek people stared at him

no one ask at all

it's rare and most of them never saw it

but so is a lot of stuff that happen

the crying image of him is mostly... he is always lost, he doesn't understand a lot, his dream was crushed by his lack of magic, that no one can tell why it happens, neither seem to solve

he's afraid, he doesn't understand a lot of things

he always feel liek he's being left behind, that he doesn't understand a lot of stuff, that he's not as smart as everyone else

he does have depression, a bit anxious

sometimes he just feel too scared

he really wanted to be a nurse

and very little creatures are watched on this world

vampires are one of them

they're SUPER rare, and they drink the blood? yes, but isn't the blood that feeds them

it's the life itself

all vampires have an bracelet that identifies them

since they're one of the unique creatures that manipulate minds without an satruggle, even by accident

their will is powerful

they may manipulate by accident

most of nurses and judges and enforces of law are watches as closely as the vampires

and artists too

all cameras are heavly certified, to be sure they wont hold your soul on the pictures

so many details

they are extremly influential on the life of the individuals they interact

but it's a world of deals and trickster

they have to be watched

therefore, there's a job for ghosts who want to

it's common sense: someone is always watching

and furthermore: never ask anything to the wind

someone also listen

they live pretty much like us, except that nature is everywhere

not like, futuristic

but everyone have plants, the streets are full

you can easly find a witch

their houses often look like jungles

since not only herbs and mixes they cultivate, but the trees and plants are more than just plants

marta, the ghoul, cultivates rare sorts of plants on the very small room they share

she makes her living selling them

extremly rare, some joke she's a ghoul because she sould her soul to lay hands on those

Oh that I really like

it's higly requires, since witches use a LOT and those who have their magic touch also use once in a while

anyone can put seeds on pots, but they're not magic because of this, they're weeds

it's how you plant them

and marta has her own secrets, she knows how to plant them and nourish them, she has more than a green finger

she's really good at

I think my character has got to have something to do with keys

and fun... she cannot speak, and yet she speaks with the plants, daniel doesn't understand she damn she explaines more than 10 times, detailed

ohh

keys!

on the subject, key is anything that locks a thing

they can or cannot be material, often are

but yet

it's another job that is respected, they key makers, for any doors

there are whole university graduations on keys

a soul lock requires a key

justice files require keys

That's what he's in the human world to study then

he can meet daniel!!!!

same class on design of artefacts: reading, understanding, feeling and categorizing

canibalism is not that common, it's a thing you do like... twice a year if you REALLY into it, and daniel is atrcted to it even eh doesn't know why... it's a nagging feeling he can't shake, a driven will that seems not his

but damn he'd do the joke

everone do the joke

and he's the type of nerd who types LMHO insteaf of LMAO

laughing my HEAD off

he's an absolute dofus

he puts his head with the milkshake on the same bag

so he can walk and drink

cute dork

so many head ouns

puns*

shirts with head related lines

people who know him, every single time sigh because they KNOW the pun is coming

dan is extremey curious, he's almost obonoxious of how curious he is

he's extra intrusive and have very little limits

since he really do not understand a lot

whenever a fae entitiy is around, he finds his way to ask form what is like being an entitie of X stuff and what's your favorite reptile

they would have an awkward start because oh boi he would be intrusive

easly dismissable, but persistent

OMGJFGHGJKEFDHGJKW

DANIEL LOVES COOKING HE'd be so happy to show it

and since he's a good artist even he's a new one, he'd help him with the proportion of paitings and how the oils and saturation worked on dry ambientes, if sygg needs

he would ask to touch his skin, how is to live underwater, how it feels to be under a spell to live on eart and so many and so many endless questions

well, dan respect the share of knowledge he's so often deprived due his lack of magic

how sygg stays on eath? how do you imagine it tho?

he floats around? like air is waterw

there are rulings but they mostly resume on the speed and high you can swim but those won't bother him then!

dan would be mesmerized

and even he was, dan wouldn't understand anyway, but having the knowledge seems to be enough for him

sad, but enough

he's fine with it

how attached to hugs and touch dan is, dan really feels alone most of times, like he was detached from people as his head form him

he hold hands with strangers if they allow

he let them carry his head if they ask

the fact you can lower his head and only at sygg at his wishes? you corrupted me i blame

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jarpadandjensenaremyheroes · 7 years

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The Hunt

A/n- this is for @waywardmoeyy’s 1k fluff fest challenge. This was supposed to be a drabble, but then one idea led to another and next thing I know, I’m at 3k words. It’s my first time writing Sam, so please go easy on me. If you have any feedback, I would love to hear it! I hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 3,062

Warnings: so much fluff it’ll rot your insides. Very brief mentions of panic attack, brief mentions of typical SPN violence, swearing.

Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester

It had been weeks since you had last gotten Sam alone. Every time you had the chance, he always found some excuse to go do something else. Of course, it always came with promises of Next time baby, and You know I love you. Something felt off, and you couldn’t figure it out.

It all started after their last hunt; one which you sat out due to a dislocated shoulder, thanks to a lovely vengeful spirit. Sam had doted on you and tended to your every need. But when this hunt popped up, he was so gung ho to go, you were worried you had done something wrong. And then when he came back and started acting so strangely, you thought for sure you messed it all up.

You went to Dean after the first week to see if he knew anything about Sam’s behavior. He of course said no, but he was shifting from foot to foot and couldn’t keep his hand off the back of his neck.

“I’m sure it’s nothing Y/N. You know how he gets after a hunt without you. Just wait. He’ll be back to normal in a few days.”

You sighed and walked away, knowing the older brother knew something. But you also knew you weren’t gonna get it out of him. So you let things go on for the next few weeks, silently sulking when Sam wasn’t around.

Then one day, you woke up and realized Sam had never even come to bed. You went searching the bunker, but couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Dean!” you bellowed from the middle of the war room. “DEAN!”

Dean came charging in waving his gun, wearing only his boxers. “What? What the fuck is all the yelling about!”

“I can’t find Sam! He never came to bed last night and he’s not here this morning! Dean, what if he went out and something got him?” You could feel your panic rising with every word that tumbled out of your mouth. “We gotta find him De! He could be half dead in a ditch somewhere! Oh my god… What if he’s already dead?! What if--oomph!”

Dean grabbed you by the shoulders and crushed you to his chest. He’s your best friend and knows exactly how to shut down your panic attacks.

“Breathe honey. I need you to breathe. I know where Sam is, and I’ll explain what I can after you calm down, alright?”

You nodded your head and listened to his lungs fill with air and push it back out, trying your best to mimic the action. In a few minutes, you felt your body relax and the black spots in your vision disappeared.

“Okay, I’m good now. Can you tell me where he is please so I can go shoot him in the foot for being an ass and scaring me?”

“Whoa Y/N. It’s not what you think. I promise. Just trust me, okay? You’re my best friend, and I would never let my little brother do anything to hurt you, right?”

You nodded again.

“Right. So just go with me on this okay? Sam is waiting for you somewhere. I’m not allowed to tell you, because this is all part of the plan. I am supposed to tell you to go look in your dresser drawer for a light pink envelope. Your first clue is in there.”

You looked at him quizzically. “What the hell is this?”

“I don’t get paid to ask those kinds of questions dear. Just go find the envelope!” he called over his shoulder as he went back to his room.

You quickly went to your own room to search your dresser. You found the envelope with ease and opened it to begin reading its contents. As you realized what was going on, your smile grew.

Y/N,

I know these last few weeks have been hard on you, and I’m so sorry. You must think I’m an ass. But I promise you, it’s all been leading up to today. You may not know it yet, but today is a special day. Scattered around in different places are more of these envelopes. Each one contains a clue as to where the next one is. Follow the clues, and it will lead you directly to me. But don’t take too long! Dean will take you out where you need to go, and I’ll be waiting to see you.

I love you, Forever and Always.

Sam

Attached to the back of the little note was a slip of paper. You peeled it off to read it.

The first place I kissed you.

“The kitchen!” you exclaimed! You dashed into the kitchen, looking on the counter where you had been sitting when Sam finally pressed his lips to yours in a drunken flurry. Seeing nothing, you checked the cabinet you had banged your head on during the whole ordeal. Sure enough, taped right inside was another pink envelope with a winking smiley face drawn on the front. You opened it up to find another little note.

Good job! The first few are super easy, but they do get more challenging. I know how much you love a challenge. So go get dressed in something comfy and go find the next one!

On the back you looked at the next clue.

The first place we made love.

You squealed in excitement and went to go throw some shorts and a tshirt on. As you went flying out of your room, you ran smack into Dean.

“Whoa where’s the fire!” he chuckled. “I take it you’re ready to go?”

“Yes yes yes and I know exactly where we’re going!” You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the garage while he laughed at your sudden change in mood. You gave Dean directions to the field that was no more than a few miles from the bunker. No sooner than he had put Baby in park, you jumped out and took off running towards the tree you and Sam had parked the Impala under to watch the stars that night.

In the small hollow at the base of the tree you saw the envelope peeking out, but it was covered in spider webs. The thought of sticking your hand in there made you shiver.

“Dean! Can you come grab this for me please?” He strode over to you with an exaggerated eye roll and reached down to pick up the letter, making sure to brush off all the webs before placing it in your eager hands. You ripped it open and read the note.

I know we technically were on Baby, but I couldn’t let Dean know that so I had to use the tree instead. I hope there weren’t any spiders! It gets a little harder from here, my love. Keep going!

Order your usual to get the clue!

It took you a minute to understand what he meant. The theme seemed to be all your firsts together, so you tried to think of a place that you always ordered the same thing at.

The first date Sam ever took you on was to your favorite coffee shop. You always ordered a hazelnut cappuccino every time you went! It wasn’t too far of a drive into town, and before you knew it you were walking in the front door. The gentle chime alerted the barista, Amanda, to your presence, and she waved hello to you both. She poured a black coffee for Dean and got started on your cappuccino, handing it to you with the envelope. Dean pulled his wallet out, but she stopped him.

“Sam already paid for it all. And Y/N, I think it’s adorable what he’s doing. He made me promise not to tell you, but he was so excited he told me everything! You’ll have to come visit me soon and let me know how the rest of the day goes!”

She was nearly bouncing up and down with glee, and it made your heart race. “You know, it’s so not fair that everyone but me knows what’s going on here!” you whined.

“That’s the whole point of a ‘surprise,’ Y/N,” Dean chuckled.

You and Dean decided to sit for a minute and enjoy your coffees while you talked. Soon enough though, your coffees were gone and you were itching to open the newest envelope.

Dean just laughed at you. “Go ahead and open it. I know it’s killing you to just sit here.”

You tore into the envelope with gusto and read the next clue. This time, it was just a simple note.

I love you.

The first time you told Sam you loved him, you were on a hunt in Colorado. A werewolf got you good, tearing you to ribbons and you were dying. Had Cas not shown up when Sam and Dean screamed for him, you would have bled out right there in Sam’s arms. You had only been dating for a couple months so you felt that it was too soon to say it, and he agreed. But laying there choking on your own blood, you had to tell him. You couldn’t die and leave him wondering.

“Surely he doesn’t mean for us to drive to Colorado, right?” you asked Dean, puzzled.

He laughed heartily. “No you goofball. Let me see the clue.” He read the short note. “So we all know you told him I love you for the first time after that wolf hunt. But when did he first say it to you?”

Then it clicked. “We had just gotten home from that hunt. We were standing in the bedroom and he was helping me peel my clothes off since they were stuck to me and I was still sore. I thought he was mad at me for being careless when he didn’t talk the whole ride there, so when I broke down crying in the bath, he told me then… But why would he send me back to the bunker? I thought we were meeting him someplace else?”

“I guess you’ll just have to follow the clues and find out!”

You got back in the car and Dean drove you home. You tore ass through the bunker and into your shared room with Sam, slightly dismayed when you didn’t see him. On the bed though was another pink envelope with your name scrawled across it. You opened it up and read the note.

You’ve done so great sweetheart. Only two more after this! I love you so much and I hope you don’t hate me for making you run all over town. I’ll see you soon.

Water. Roses. Relax.

“Water, roses, relax?” you asked yourself. “Oh!”

You went into the bathroom to find the bathtub full of steaming hot water with a rose scented bath bomb that had already dissolved, and various flower petals littering the top of the surface. On the countertop was another envelope.

Y/N,

I know by this point you are probably anxious to see me and get to the bottom of all this, but I need you to just relax for a little while. At least 30 minutes. In our closet is a garment bag hanging just inside to the left of the door. Put on what’s inside after your bath and then you can come meet me. I love you.

The one restaurant I’ve always wanted to take you to

You gasped. Surely he didn’t mean the high class steakhouse? That place is impossible to get in to with their snooty little wait list! You tried not to think about it too much and just relaxed into your hot bath. You don’t take them very often, mostly because you get too hot and just feel like you’re sweating. But tonight was special. Sam made the water just right so that you wouldn’t get too hot too quickly. He really wanted you to soak.

Taking advantage of the time you had in the tub, you shaved your legs and pampered yourself a little bit. You used your sugar scrub on your legs and arms to help make them feel a little softer, and when you got out you used your nicest lotion. You wrapped yourself in the big, fluffy towel that Sam knew you loved so much and went to the closet to look for this garment bag. You almost cried when you pulled it out.

In your hands was the most beautiful evening gown you had ever seen. It was a deep red with a cinched waistline adorned by a decorative beadwork piece, and a neckline covered in beads and crystals.

You threw on your robe and brushed your hair out until it was smooth and shiny and then pinned it up in graceful curls that fell down your neck. You finally slipped into the dress and the poked your head out the door to call for Dean.

“Yes m’lady?” he said teasingly.

“Can you zip me up? I’m afraid if I try to do it myself I’ll rip the dress…”

He motioned for you to come out and turn around, but his jaw dropped when he fully saw you.

“Holy shit you’re gorgeous! If you weren’t my best friend and my brother’s girl, I’d totally try to steal you away.” He winked at you as he gently turned your back to face him and pulled the zipper up.

You rolled your eyes at his antics. “Such a gentleman, Dean.”

He swatted at you playfully. “Hurry up and finish! I got instructions to get you there by a certain time!”

You gave him a mock salute and moved back into the room to find some shoes to wear and a pair of earrings as well. Once you completed you outfit, you met Dean back in the hallway. He had somehow channeled superman. In the 2 minutes it took you to get your heels and earrings on, he had changed into one of his nicest fed suits. He offered you his arm and led you back to the garage. He helped you into Baby; carefully making sure the ends of your dress wouldn’t get caught in the door.

“Well, you are quite the gentleman tonight. Thank you De,” you said as you blushed.

He grinned at you as he got into the driver’s seat. “So, do you know where you’re going?” he inquired.

“I think so, but I’m not certain. I think I’m meeting him at that fancy steakhouse. But it’s damn near impossible to get a reservation there, so that’s why I’m unsure.”

“I always knew you were a smart one. Sometimes I think you’re smarter than Sammy! He did get a reservation there, and it’s at 8 sharp. We should get there with a couple minutes to spare.”

True to his word, Dean got you there 3 minutes to 8:00. He jumped out of the car and ran over to open your door and help you out. When he was positive your delicate dress wasn’t snagged anywhere, he offered you his arm and walked you up the steps and into the lobby area.

“Do you have a reservation?” the hostess asked.

“She does. Under the name Winchester.” The woman looked at her list, giving Dean a funny look. “The other half of her party should already be here,” he said flatly.

She nodded curtly. “Ah, yes. Mr. Winchester. Right this way ma’am.”

Dean gave you a peck on the cheek as he released your arm. “Have fun. I’ll see you two lovebirds later.”

You nervously followed the hostess into the dining room and immediately spotted Sam. He stood and pulled your chair out for you, pushing it in as you sat down. A waiter came over almost instantly with a bottle of wine. When Sam grabbed your hand across the small candlelit table, all your nerves disappeared. He smiled that stunning smile at you and you just melted. Everything was perfect in that moment, and you didn’t see how it could get any better.

The two of you enjoyed your food while you talked and laughed for what seemed like hours. When the plates were cleared away, Sam suddenly became jumpy and nervous.

“Sam, what’s wrong? Why have you been acting so strange lately? And not that today wasn’t a blast, but what was with the scavenger hunt?”

Sam took a deep breath. “I know I’ve been acting like an ass, and I’m so sorry baby. I’ve been keeping a secret from you and being around you made me want to tell you.”

You felt your eyes go wide in shock.

“But if I told you, then it would ruin the surprise I had all planned out for today. Y/N, I love you so much. We’ve been through so much together, and I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side through all that. For anything, really. You’re the piece of me that I never knew I was missing, and I don’t ever want to be without you. You make me a better man, and I want your lips to be the last ones mine ever touch. I may not be able to give you the whole white picket fence and barbeques on the weekends, but I can give you some of the things I know we both want. You and me baby, Forever and Always. So, Y/F/N Y/M/N,” Sam got down on one knee in front of your chair as you gasped and tried unsuccessfully to hold back your tears. “Will you marry me?”

He opened the black velvet box, and the ring inside made you cry even harder.

You practically fell out of your chair trying to wrap your arms around him. “Yes! Yes of course I will! Sam I love you so much.”

He placed the ring on your finger as the whole dining room started clapping for you both. The waiter came back to the table with a bottle of champagne. “Compliments of the staff,” he said quietly. But the whole time you couldn’t take your eyes off the gorgeous ring now decorating your hand. It made your heart swell at the thought of all the promises that came with that one simple piece of jewelry.

“You know, I like the sound of Y/F/N Winchester.” You had the biggest grin on your face when you looked up at him, and you had a feeling it would be a long while before it went away.

@queen-of-deans-booty

@gone-to-fight-the-fairies

#moeyy's 1k fluff fest challenge #Sam Winchester x Reader #Sam Winchester fanfic #spn fanfic #spn fandom #Sam Winchester fluff

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Anonymous said: Holy frick that is so encouraging and I needed that so much bc I literally visited my college to measure my dorm room and drove home in tears bc I panicked myself into a frenzy about whether or not everything leading me to this point has been a mistake and what if I fail and ruin my life before it even starts (I have since calmed down a little) so your encouragement was much needed & is much appreciated

I’m glad I could help <3 <3 <3 Good luck at school! I’m sure you’ll kick its ass

areverieofchaosdreams said: It's Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day. So thank you for all your amazing stories!!!

Oh goodness I’m all a blushin :’)

Anonymous said: *HAPPY WRITER APPRECIATION DAY* Send this to someone whose talent has blown you away, who you'd like to encourage to keep on writing always, and who you'd like to thank for working their butt off to provide fandom members with breathtaking stories to consume! THANK YOU :D

Aw thank you!

Anonymous said: Hi! I Hope you're well! Do you still take fic requests? Because I really miss Colin Wilkes and I'd love to a story of him with your writing!

Unfortunately I don’t often take requests these days, but I’ll definitely keep Colin in mind!

dirtycherrypie said: hey! applying for WE for the R&D department (may or may not be aware of producing bat gadgets)

dirtycherrypie said: SHit forgot my name - Bea, at your service!

[Bruce Wayne voice] hired

tigers-and-weeds said: Literally just fell down the rabbit hole on your tumblr for the last 12-24 hours. I am in love with with you headcannons and fics! The angst feeds my soul... So I figured I would request: anything angsty with Dick and Damian please please please

Okay again I don’t usually take fic requests BUT I like me some angst so the odds that this will eventually happen.... are extremely high. I’ll try to remember to dedicate the next one to you :) And thank you!

math--ew said: I went on a little birthday vacation to california and I've never been to the beach before. I was bending down to grab a pretty shell and this huge wave knocked me face first into the sand. Like, five people saw and laghed but I got the shell so I guess it's a win win.

Duuuude back at Lake Michigan last month the same thing happened to me. I was taking care of my little sister and her five year old friend, so I was so busy making sure they were okay that the wave plowed me halfway across the beach

babybatbrat said: when i was in ap physics i once spent an entire study period in my physics teacher's room working on one problem. as far as i could tell i was doing all of the work correctly and had all the initial values right so i was racking my brain trying to figure out why i wasn't getting the right answer. the third time i went up to my teacher and asked for help he told me to start at the beginning and walk him through my process bc he couldn't tell why i was getting it wrong either (1)

babybatbrat said: (2) so i start the problem and explain how i got through all the values - "okay so the rod is 5 inches long and half of 5 is 3 and a half -" and i stopped there bc it occurred to me that 3.5 is not half of 5. "it's what?" My teacher asks. i put my head in my hands and stood there for a minute before picking up my work and walking to the back of the classroom while he laughed, bc i had just spent 45 minutes convinced that half of 5 was 3.5 and not, in fact, 2.5, and that was the only thing wrong

Honestly??? Relatable

babybatbrat said: One time i woke up at six in the morning to hear the neighbor's dog barking and instantly realized that meant my dog had jumped the fence, so i went racing outside and sprinted down the street to catch her. when i did i picked her up and turned around to go home and then saw my neighbor standing on their front porch, realized i was in only an oversized spiderman tshirt and snowman pajama shorts, holding a twenty pound labrador and thats how i met my new neighbors

Incredible...... 10/10.....

thrakaboom said: Not a funny story,but two days ago at comic con I met Tom King and he showed me a picture of his kids while he was signing my books

Well hey that’s pretty cool

Anonymous said: I adore your Tumblr. It was a wonderful way to get into the Batfamily fanbase; prior, I thought that there was only one Batman and a single Robin, dearie me was I wrong. And those stories you write, just great. The Headcanons are just as enjoyable. As for Batman, that has come to be a sibling enjoyment. Thank you for your contributions and existence!

!!!!!! Welcome to the crew!

frnkensteingrrrlz said: hey!!! i just went through ur reasons to be happy tag and!! i'm so so happy bc of it (esp the damian hcs, they're spot on imo and he's my favourite) so i hope u have a good day!!!

Thanks! I am having a good day today! Although I’m sure it’s been a long time since you sent this :////

Anonymous said: HELLO I have just discovered and binge-read all of your fics with my homeboy Damian in them, and just wanted to pop by and say that I love you & you are my hero & you write my boy so well so thank u and I hope your life is blessed & you achieve your wildest hopes & dreams

My day is made :D

badfaith00 said: Best batman storyline you've ever read ?

Ooooooh hm I’m mighty attached to n52 Batman and Robin? Particularly the first storyline, but the second is also fantastic

Anonymous said: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHAMELESSLY REBLOGGING YOUR OWN WORK BC I HADNT SEEN IT BEFORE AND ITS HONESTLY SO PHENOMENAL ITS GOING ON MY LIST OF ALL TIME FAVORITES THANK U AND BLESS U

THANK YOU!!! THAT ONE IS MY FAVORITE AND I AM VERY PROUD OF IT

onwardmotley said: In today's Detective Comics someone finally told Bruce and co that Tim's alive. They didn't explain where he is, or how to get him back, but hey. It might've had more impact if anyone was seen actually mourning Tim and it wasn't just played as him being in cosmic time out, but at least it should end soon idk. Hopefully.

Tim Drake? It’s been years since I heard that name.....

Finally. Thank goodness.

Anonymous said: Idk if I prefer your soul crushing angst or your heartwarming fluff... actually I like to suffer so I'll stay with angst lol

Y’all seeing this? Anon gave me permission. Can’t yell at me next time because it won't be my fault (thanks babe :))

Anonymous said: for music, idk what kind of music u like so here is variety: St. Vincent - Paris is Burning, Sea Wolf - Dear Fellow Traveler (tbh everything by Sea Wolf is great), Dirt Poor Robins - Eleanor Rigby, Between Wind and Water- HAEL, Ellem - Kings and Queens and Vagabonds, The Rigs - Rise & Fall, Tally Hall - Light and Night, and Streetlight Manifesto - The Hands that Thieve.

Thank you! I’m excited to listen to these! I’ll start right now!

Anonymous said: 1) What are the good comics to read for Batfamily stuff (from any point in time) and 2) what are the best Jason Todd comics? Thanks!

Okay for Jason I would definitely start with the big ones, which are A Death In the Family and Under the Red Hood. After that you could try Red Hood: the Lost Days and Countdown to Final Crisis. I would avoid the n52 series until you have a good enough grasp of the character to recognize bad writing when you see it.

For the generalized batfam.... that’s pretty broad. My personal favorites are Red Robin, Batgirl (2009), and both B&R series. If you have more specific questions, you should IM me! I promise I’m better about answering those than asks

yellowwallsbluesky said: Have you heard Swooner by The Zolas? I've really been jamming to it lately

Listening to it right now! Sounds like a bop so far :)

Anonymous said: Hidden citizens paint it black 💜

Much obliged!

Anonymous said: Harry styles "sign of the times".

[adds to list] thank you!

neo669 said: I MISS CASA OLE!! Sorry just read that you lived in Bryan/College Station and I used to live there as well. It's kinda hard to find people that even know that it exists. But I'm sure you can kick law schools butt. You got this!

Yooooooo I miss cstat too :((((

palliddark said: Adalgiza, and I'll be a translator (English to Brazilian Portuguese)

[Bruce Wayne voice] also hired

maeofthedead said: I love your headcannons and now I sort of want to cry thank

Excellent that is the exact target response

Anonymous said: Love your rant in the tags about the pizza making I'm laughing so hard

Listen..... I have strong feelings

Anonymous said: Did you hear they're making an omnibus of Tomasi's entire run on Batman & Robin?? I just heard and now I kinda want to get this massive book in honor of my favorite batkid and the series that made me love him so much

Man I already have all the individual volumes but if I didn’t......

sonicboom00724601 said: Hi. :) Nice headcanon. :)

I’m not sure which one you’re talking about, but thank you! You're real sweet

Anonymous said: can you maybe write an interaction between Wonder Woman and Captain America? I absolutely adore your style and would love to see your take on it.

Hmmmm I don’t really have a good enough grasp of Captain America’s characterization to try that one :////

Anonymous said: i tried to kill on mosquito that was on my ceiling by slamming it with a book but mosquito was on the move so i bounced swiftly and jammed both my wrist and thumb and now my existence is Pain. also my thumbs swelling and looks purple, so that's nice

Oh shit anon you good???

daziy said: Do we know who Barbara's mother usually is?

Yeah! In her original version, Babs had a birth mom and an adopted mom. She was originally Jim’s niece, so her birth mom’s name was Thelma Gordon. After the adoption, her parents were Jim and Barbara Gordon, with her adopted mother being her namesake. So two Barbara Gordons.

I think for awhile the canon was that her mother died in a car crash, but the current version has her still alive. She left Jim when Babs was young, taking her son (Babs’s brother) with her. James Gordon (the son) turned out to be a serial killer.

Barbara Gordon Sr. and James Gordon Jr. both appeared in the n52 Batgirl series during the Death of the Family arc. There’s also a very good story about James from the Dickbats period. That one’s called The Black Mirror, if I’m not mistaken?

Anonymous said: Hi! What do you think of the upcoming metal event? Dick and Damian seem to have a big role in it ( I hope Jason is involved too but there's still no sign of it)

Hmmmm I don’t know that I have an opinion just yet, but as always, I hope to be pleasantly surprised

Anonymous said: bless you are your wonderful tagging system. know that i may have avoided death because of how easy it was to f ind the thing I wanted in your tags. bless

Oh goodness anon I hope you’re not serious about almost dying.... but thanks?

Anonymous said: hi amy! would u say that damians narrative is written as a child abuse one? like there are definitely many allusions to it but its also not as explicit as say, cassandra or rose. like how much of it would u chalk up to comic world dynamics and how much to actual abuse? also would u consider jason to also be a case of this?

Oh I have very strong opinions about the role of abuse in Damian’s narrative. It’s absolutely there, and the effects are staggeringly large. There is no doubt in my mind that the league was an abusive environment, and I can’t justify some of the things Bruce did either.

I think I would say the same thing for Jason, if not quite as strongly. I definitely think that some of the things that happened to Jason as a child shaped his story later on, but less of those were abuse than outside circumstances. The n52 takes a different track on that one, I think, but I don’t put much stock in that characterization.

Anonymous said: has jason forgiven bruce for not killing joker? if so, what made him?

Unlikely. They get along better these days, but I would argue that comes from poor characterization of Bruce, not an actual resolution process.

mellenabrave said: My mom accidentlly threw my Damian doll away (╥_╥)

Tossed in the garbage by yet another parent--

Anonymous said: Whoa where'd you get that bat and oracle shirt you're wearing in your necklace pic? It's so cool! (The necklace is also gorgeous!)

Shoot I think it was from Redbubble? But I can’t find it now

Anonymous said: Omg that necklace was so cool!!! Kudos to the maker of it!! Also I really like your top!!

Thank you <3

#......dont look at me #listen i JUST got wifi again #asks

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All the questions all the cliche romantic questions

hOW DID I MISS THIS DARN YOU TUMBLR.... and this is actually kinda embarrassing to post............................................Coffee Shop: How do you take your coffee?haha jokes on you I DONT TAKE IT I THROW IT INTO THE TRASH WHERE IT BELONGS..... I only drink frappuccinos from starbucks..... double chocolaty chip...... venti is the only acceptable size............ No other coffee is acceptable.... Train Station: Where do you want to travel?I don't usually think about this sorta thing, so there are only a few places that I ever considered. @ff-15 and I have been talking for literal years about flying out and visiting Yellowknife to see the Aurora Borealis, though we're probably going to get eaten by a fucking wolf or something. I'm also weeb trash so I want to go to Japan and get me some spicy pokemon merch directly from the pokemon center... and to eat food... Honestly, I'll go anywhere with street food ( the superior and only way to truly eat ). Whenever I do get to Japan, I need to find the nearest takoyaki vendor (though this can be hard because they don't have a lot of street food outside of festivals from what I hear :'/ ). Apparently, that is a ball of octopus and other shit and I want it BADLY. I need that fish ball and I will not try one until I get to Japan to have a real one. Okonomiyaki, yaki tomorokoshi ( It's grilled corn jett.. GRILLED CORN), and bebi kasutera are just a few that I can think off of the top of my head that I also need before I die. I just want to eat everything to be 10000% honest if somewhere has good food I'm down to go...I think this question was about traveling but I started thinking about food sorry,,,,,Picnic in the Park: Do you enjoy people watching?I like watching... I need to know what people are doing and if I need to run or fight them. It's also a bit of a habit that I picked up from school. My first design instructor had us go people watching as a sketchbook assignment and encouraged us to do it so... I sorta never stopped. I'll just watch people because I'm so used to watching n drawing them all the time. Oh and since I have to watch people like a hawk at my job to see if I have to be at the counter.... honestly I don't even know if I enjoy it it's such a habit at this point I just can't NOT watch people. If you ever go anywhere with me you'll see me looking around CONSTANTLY because I have to see what everyone is doing.... It's weird I'm sorry hah,,mmmmKiss Under the Rain: What sounds help you sleep?Hmmmmm this is a hard one... I always have a fan on for one and it's always on the highest setting! I can't sleep without it and if it's not on I won't sleep. Also my old roommate used to have the single SHITTIEST bed EVER and for like half a year all we'd here at night whenever that nerd moved was this terrible creaking noise... and now I'm so used to hearing that.... creeky beds.... also if the bed didn't creak that meant they probably died so o>ooh and rain!Butterflies: What unique thing would you/do you enjoy in a partner?FSDFSDFADFASDFSF ASD I GOT REALLY EMBARRASSED AND CANT POST THIS ONE IM SORRY VIOLENT SWEATINGSnow Angels: What's your favorite kind of weather?I love fall when all of those trees are orange and red and just DYING and dropping their flakey little corpses everywhere... it's radical... I do go through and play in the leaves. Do I jump in them? not really. I make a pile and crawl under or lay on top of it. It's my nest now.I also like that short time between fall and winter where its bitter cold and chilly windy and just TERRIBLE OUT.... ya know... right now... this is my shit I stand outside in a tshirt and shorts and just feel so ALIVE. AND THEN I LOVE ALL OF WINTER. SNOWING? I LOVE IT! BLIZZARD? I LOVE IT MORE! ICE FALLING FROM THE SKY? I EMBRACE IT LET IT KILL ME! SNOWMANS? YESYES YES YESYESYESYESYES I MADE A SATAN SNOWMAN A COUPLE YEARS BACK! I just l love it so much.... It's a frozen hell outside and it spares noone it's wrath.... it's so great.... I like looking outside at into this abyss while I sit in my ugly room chugging mug after mug of hot chocolate. I drink only the liquid chocolate goodness through winter. Or milkshakes.... ALSO STILL WEARING THOSE SHORTS N TSHIRT ALL WINTER LONGBed & Breakfast: What do you like to do on Tuesdays?I'm laughing, of all of the days that this could have listed it chose one of my days off! WELLLLLLLLLL Since I didn't have to work the night before and also have this night off I have a full day to do absolutely anything. ANYTHING.Tuesday is the best day of the week! It's one of the few things I actually have to look forward to anymore... What do I do on Tuesday? I spend the entire day talking to my boyfriend! If I'm extra lucky I can even call him! Sometimes we watch things together... or watch each other draw ( the purest form of trust between artists :3c ), we play games too! Honestly, we do lots and lots of random things... I mean we do these every day, but because of my trainwreck of a work schedule, this is the only time we can spend the entire day together... It's very nice... just the thought always puts me in a good mood... this is..... really embarrassing.....Kiss at the Door: When you hold hands, do you interlock fingers? Swing your arms?I've only ever held hands with one person and we just held them.... but If given the chance I would both interlock them fingers and swING THAT ARM SO FASTBowling: Do you laugh loudly or giggle more?When I do laugh I laugh loud :3c Otherwise I don't usually... make noises..... I don't like it when people hear me laugh or giggle because it's embarassing ;;;;;Chocolates: What's your favorite kind of sweet thing?HMMMMMMMMM other than you? I guess.... Icecream? Cheesecake??? I am not super big on sweets now that I'm a filthy bakerRoses: Do you blush easily?I've been blushing this entire time :ICheesy Pick-Up Lines: Are you more of a comic or a romantic?I don't think I'm very funny.... so I guess I'm a romantic o7Candlelight: What romantic cliché do you wish for most?:eyes: Can I choose all of them or? Because I want them all.

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chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven / chapter eight / chapter nine / chapter ten / chapter eleven/ chapter twelve / chapter thirteen

genre: angstxfluff

pairing: yoongixjungkook

Chapter Eleven

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, breathing slowly to see that Yoongi was nowhere. There also wasn't any nurse around and his throat felt dry and he couldn't talk loud. He felt a panic coming up without the familiar trusted aura of Yoongi around him. He was now alone, again. As always.

Yoongi had fed well. Jimin had cooked while he was at the hospital. Yoongi had wolfed down a considerable amount. After all, he had skipped his last two meals. Jimin had them pushed him into the room asking him to wash up and sleep. And Yoongi did just that. He didn't let his insecurities grip at him as he thought back to how Jungkook pushed him away, asking him to leave. He wondered if he really meant it or if he was just too emotional to say anything else. But with the water that rushed down his thin body, he washed away his negative thoughts, looking forward to lying in his bed again. When he had dried up and come out of the bathroom in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, he was almost surprised to see Jimin and Rose already there in his bed. Smiling at how easily everything had gone back to normal, he laid in bed next to them, his arm around Rose's smaller figure, letting her purrs lull him to sleep.

Jungkook hardly remembered what he did yesterday, but he only remembered that he send Yoongi away. A decision he regretted. He wanted Yoongi back with him. And how. He was ready to take his phone and call Yoongi right there at the moment, but he also knew he wanted to think. He couldn't forgive Yoongi like this. Even if he loved Yoongi. He knew that he wasn't good enough for Yoongi. He wasn't pretty and he made stupid decisions that would affect Yoongi in bad ways he didn't want to. He shouldn't be with Yoongi ever.

Jungkook fell into his thoughts until his personal nurse walked in with a bright smile on her face and a cart with food on it. They gave him a personal nurse because maybe he would talk more with her.

"How are you Jungkook?" She asked with a smile. "Did you see the note that the person from yesterday left?"

"You mean Yoongi?" Jungkook said with his barely hearable voice.

"That's his name?" She asked while she sat down to give him his food. "Dear Jungkook-ah," she paused a moment "I left after you fell asleep, I hope you're not too worried, I'm going to eat and sleep at home, If you want me to return, I left my phone number at the reception, Yoongi Hyung," she ended.

"Can you call him after I ate?" Jungkook asked the nurse while pursing a smile out. She nodded as she helped him eat while Jungkook carefully started to use help holding the food with his hands.

Yoongi had laid in his bed even after Jimin had left for work, telling him his coffee was in his travel mug and his breakfast was covered and on the kitchen counter. He pushed himself off his bed only when Rose meowed at him longingly, pawing all over his duvet. Carrying her carefully in his arms, he went to the living room and gave her her food before fetching his own, sighing in relief when he realised his coffee was exactly how he liked it.

It was almost eleven on the clock when his phone rang. He barely understood anything after hearing the name of the hospital. He told the receptionist he'd be there as soon as possible and hung up. And he did get there in less than half an hour, which was quite a feat because the hospital itself was fifteen minutes away and he was in his PJ's (he hadn't changed). He rushed without preamble to Jungkook's room, pushing it open gently.

"Hi Jungkook..." He sighed finally, smiling sheepishly. Jungkook tried to look up as he heard the door open seeing Yoongi rush in.

"Hi Hyung," Jungkook replied with a smile as he heard Yoongi walk closer to the bed. As Yoongi stopped walking standing in front of the bed he noticed that Yoongi was wearing only PJ's.

"You're in your PJ's, Hyung," he grinned as he smiled pointing with his functioning arm to the chair next to the bed.

Yoongi laughed lightly at that, sitting down next to Jungkook. "I know I am but you called for me, how could I think of anything else? And I'm sure we're comfortable enough to wear PJ's around each other... Aren't we?" Yoongi sat comfortably before continuing, "Did you have breakfast?"

"We are," Jungkook smiled as he tried to find the remote for the bed so he could sit up more again. "I had breakfast," He said. "I'd rather want your bacon sandwiches," he added as he finally got the remote for the bed and lifted up the head of the bed to sit up a little more straight.

"I'm glad you think so but it's not okay for me to bring food for you here. So you'll just have to wait till you can get discharged for my cooking. Did I ever make my braised seafood for you?" Yoongi asked, leaning against the rails.

"You didn't," Jungkook said with a smile. "I'd love to eat it one day Hyung," Jungkook continued as he looked at Yoongi in his sweatpants and an old tshirt where the holes started to fall in.

"You'll burn a new hole into my t-shirt if you stare like that," Yoongi chuckled. "I'm looking forward to making it for you." He added with a soft smile.

"I don't have laser eyes," Jungkook joked as he looked away. "I want to draw again-," he stopped for a second looking at Yoongi. "My drawing materials, where are they?" Jungkook's big eyes looked to Yoongi. "Can you get them for me?"

"I think I could get them," Yoongi said nodding, "I'm joining there again in a couple of weeks so I'm sure I'll be allowed. Especially since I have history. I'll get them for you, don't worry." Yoongi paused before touching on a more sensitive subject, "I... Was told that you jumped wearing the hoodie and jeans I'd given you all those days back... Why that?"

"I-I-I," Jungkook stuttered he didn't know why he did it. "I-I m-missed y-you, I-I r-realized I-I l-loved y-you," Jungkook said while he tried to stop his tears. "I-I w-wanted t-to h-have a p-piece o-of y-you w-with me," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek

Yoongi reached out and wiped away his tear, "I'm so sorry you felt that way. I wish I'd told you... Then we wouldn't be here, I'm so sorry..." Yoongi couldn't hear it, he couldn't hear Jungkook break down like that, not now when Jungkook meant a lot more to him than his patient.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jungkook asked as he wiped away a tear with his functioning hand. He looked down ignoring the pain in his neck, which already decreased a lot than the days before. The tears falling on the white sheets.

"I don't know... I honestly don't know why I didn't. I... I didn't want to burst the bubble we had created. You were so close to getting out to go to the art school... I didn't want you sad but it backfired in the worst way possible... But I tried talking to you after! Yes, I did send Jimin but you could have talked to me through him. I really wanted to hear you'd gotten out. I was always thinking about you and hoping you were getting closer to coming out Jungkook, I'm so sorry..." Yoongi grasped the white sheets tightly, holding back the stinging in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have shut out Jimin," Jungkook said with regret as he still faced the sheets while the tears dropped on the fabric. "We both shouldn't have done things, but we can't change it," Jungkook said as he looked up. "I'm sounding like you now," he joked to make the mood around them lighter.

Yoongi scoffed as he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "You say that as if I'm like 80." He chuckled and looked back at Jungkook, "it's alright, at least that means you're progressing. And that also means I'm proud of you."

"You mentally are," Jungkook grinned as he held his hand open so Yoongi could put his hand in his. "But that's okay," Jungkook said with a smile.

"I guess I'll just die at the mental age of like 200," Yoongi said simply and put his hand in Jungkook's. "And I'll make you age too," he warned as he laid his head by Jungkook's waist, looking up at him.

"No I want to stay young," Jungkook grumbled as he looked at Yoongi lying his head next to him. He looked at the other arm in the cast he could hardly move. "I'm tired," he said looking at Yoongi. "I hope to heal soon," he mumbled as he closed his eyes. "With you next to me," he added softly as he dreamed away.

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