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fi-chanwrites · 4 years

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hi ! can i request some boyfriend hc’s with tendou? feel free to include nsfw bc we do b thirsty😌💞

Ugh yesss. The love I have for this man is immense so listen up theydies and gentlethem.

Tendou Satori General Relationship Hc’s

SFW

Let’s be real, Tendou would be the sweetest boyfriend but he would let his insecurities get to him every now and again.

Like everything would be going fine and you would be happy as ever but Tendou would get into his own head. He would get really quiet and distant, he would honestly just be thinking how you could do better than him.

Please reassure him he needs it, he just wants to be liked for who he is.

Would literally steal the moon for you, would do anything to make you smile. You’ve really been wanting boba? Send him your order, he’ll pick it up before class.

Would call you sunshine. This has been my hc since I started writing and I will stick by it til the day I die.

“How was your day sunshine?”

“How’s my ray of sunshine doing?”

“I love you sunshine”

Like just IMAGINE ITTTTT

Call him baby boy when yall are cuddling.

Like he has his head in your lap, your fingers laced through his hair and he’s just sighing out because he feels so relaxed

“You sleepy baby boy?” He nods

“Yeah? You wanna come cuddle me properly and we can have a nap?”

Instead of each buying the latest copy of jump you rotate who buys it weekly and read it together in his room.

Being friends with Ushijima is a must, like the three of you hang out pretty regularly now and the awkwardness between you and his best friend is gone ( thank god for that)

Will deadass show you off to the team, is just happy to have you honestly. He was really scared that you’d either prefer one of the other player to him or that you’d not like the team at all. You managed to quell those worries however. You were more than happy to help out at practice wherever you could, pretty much just doing manager duties and taking some stress off the younger team members

Tendou can’t help but simp when he sees you comforting Goshiki after a particularly difficult practice. Like yes he was already simping but seeing you be so soft with the crying boy just added to the swell of love in his heart.

The boys are just happy to see tendou happy, everyone knows how much this smol sunshine boy has been through and all of them know how much he needs your affection.

The positive effect you have on him really is irreplaceable

Movie dates, but not to see things you’re excited about. Nah yall go watch really shitty films just so you can absolutely rip it to shreds while watching it, like yall go innnnn on these actors.

You have been kicked out the cinema for doing this in the past

CAT CAFE AND MANGA CAFE DATES. Like yall want any reason for coffee as we all know he would be addicted to caffeine. But also seeing the baby boy with cats surrounding him as he doesn’t know which one to pet first? Adorable.

Yall listen to Ke$ha together... that’s all

Make this man lunch and watch his entire face light up, like would be ready to cry at the sweetness. He’s not used to public affection so this makes his heart soar.

NSFW

Okay imma get straight into it. This man is as far from vanilla as you can get and I will not be told otherwise

Like anything he can try, that you would also want to try, he will do.

I see him as a switch but with a more Dom leaning tendency. Like he could be on the bottom and he could sub for you but more often than not, he’s the one leading the charge.

You guys safe word would probably be something dumb let’s be real but still something easy to say in the moment

... doorknob

Here it comes... it’s 2020, everyone is into choking. Tendou is no exception, like he has big ole hands... like to see what they look like wrapped around his throat.

Sensory deprivation is always fun too, likes seeing you tied up with a blindfold covering your eyes while you call out for him

And the lil surprised noises you make when he finally does something and always the cutest things to him.

So yes bondage is also this boys friend. Like not light bondage oh no nonono, full on bondage babyyyy, like spreader bars, hand cuffs, ropes covering your arms and thighs. Like the full shebang

Knife play if you’re into it, like cutting your undwear off of you and sometimes just holding the cold knife to your burning hot skin to see how you react.

Would let you peg him. No fucking cap. Like toxic masculinity has left the chat with this man, and if it makes you happy to see him under you? You best believe he’s already lying down.

Lots of praise from both parties throughout... unless you’re in the mood to be degraded.

But he wouldn’t want to be degraded, it just doesn’t sit right with him so he likes to be praised instead

Tell him how good he makes you feel and he’s doing 10x more to make you feel even better.

After care is also a really big thing for him

Would guide you over to bathroom so you could pee (NO UTI’s in this house)

Wash you off with a flannel and then lead you back over to bed so you could sleep off the fatigue.

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woah-another-tankmen-account · 3 years

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Cold war, Steves turn to suffer: a tankmen sickfic!

(A/N: WADDUP DUMMIES- IF YOU WANNA READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS FIC CHECK THIS OUT! NOW ENJOY BC MAMAS TIRED AND WANTS TO GET SOME SLEEP- LOVE YOU MY CHERRIES! :>)

“Ay, Sleeping beauty, if I’m up you should be up as well, bozo..” Steve grunted, picking Caprain up from the floor and shaking him awake.

“..Aww, and whats got you’re attitude in a knot? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Bud?” Captain replied, teasingly winking at Steve. Pushing him away and getting out of bed.

Steve gave a sarcastic smirk before walking out of the door and into the common room where all the Tankmen usually hang out when there’s nothing better to do. Luckily for him, nobody was there. Steve plopped onto the couch and immediately tried going back to sleep.

After a while, John walked into the common room after Steve and sat next to him.

“Lemme guess.. Ya got sick, didn’t ya, Steve?”

“What, no.. we’ll technically yes but it’s probably just my allergies or some crap!”

“And sense when have you had allergies?”

“Sense now…”

John chuckled at that comment, looking the other direction.

“You got me, didn’t you?-“

“Yep.. sure did, Cap..”

Captain John Sighed, feeling Steve’s forehead, Yep, Steve was in fact sick.

“Alright Alright.. I’m sorry! The medic gave us one more day so relax, I’ll take care of things from here!” John insisted, playfully patting Steve’s head. Steve stuck his tongue out and made his iconic weird annoyed sounding noises.

“Fine Fine, I’ll go-“

John tucked in Steve with a random blanket he found on the floor (it was probably sniper’s but who cares this ain’t about him-) and went into the kitchen to make Steve some soup.

Captain wasn’t really made for cooking, the only thing he really knew how to make was probably something along the lines of undercooked Mac N cheese but at least he puts in the effort. He let out a frustrated “Ugh” as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients for the soup he was gonna make for Steve. He started piecing together the ingredients and SOMEHOW managed to make something edible. John walked into the common room to find Steve, fast asleep on the couch. John chuckled, walking up to the couch and sitting next to the poor soul.

“Steveee, wakey wakey- I worked hard to make this for you ya know-“

“i know i know... Just.. 5 more minutes, mom..“

John looked at Steve with a confused expression. “Mom” was the last thing he’d expect to be called but here we are.

“Well, Honey, if you don’t get up you’re gonna be late for school.” John said sarcastically, jokingly shaking Steve awake.

Steve drowsily blinked a few times before fully waking up, he looked at Captain, who was still towering over him with his confused expression he had.

“Wha..? what happened…. Did I do somethin’..?” Steve asked, still a bit dizzy.

“Well- Uhh-“

“Uhh what..?- you know I don’t speak bumbling idiot…”

“You.. pfft- Called me Mom-“

And with those simple words, Steve got up and walked away, blushing.

“PFFT- WAIT WAIT WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING??-“

“ALASKA!”

“ITS FASTER IF YA TAKE THE TANK-“

“…..”

“AAAAAAAAAAAH-“

Steve plopped unto the floor, still screaming in frustration. John started to laugh but immediately stopped himself, we walked over to Steve and picked him up. He plopped Steve back on the couch and looked over him. Steve stuck his tongue out in embarrassment, giving him an annoyed look.

“Aw Cmon don’t be like that, don’t give me that look, Stevee-“

“I hate you, ya know that cap?”

“I guess you don’t want the soup I made ya then-“

Steve perked up a bit, smiling.

“You finally made something edible? Ain’t that just surprising!” Steve chimed, immediately sitting up.

“Imma pretend I didn’t hear that- Now here, eat-“ Captain demanded, passing Steve the soup.

Steve happily ate the soup, still surprised that Captain was able to finally make something consumable for once. It was a bit bitter but He wasn’t complaining.

“T-Thanks Cap, Sorry you have to put up with me all the time..”

“You don’t have to apologize, ya dummy! I actually find your antics pretty darn entertaining..”

Steve blushed, looking away and covering his face with his hoodie (which was probably a bad idea because he never washed it because he wore it all the time and it began to smell like blood, sweat, and regret over time but we’ll get into that another day)

In couple of seconds Steve managed to finish the soup and Captain took the bowl into the kitchen to wash it.

Hours passed and some of the soldiers made it back from the war zone, the group of soldiers containing the medic that helped Captain when he was sick the other day, Sniper, and Tankgirl.

“Hey, Steve! How’ve you and Captain been holdin up, things were pretty serious the other day..” The medic said, taking off his helmet and putting on the common room floor.

“Not too bad, Doc.. Cap’s doing better but I’ve gotten a bit..hehh..” Steve stopped in middle of his response, hitching a bit.

“HEH..HEH’CHU!” Steve sneezed into his blanket, sniffling. “I’ve been starting to feel a bit sick myself, Doc..”

“Oh, you poor dear! Are you here by yourself?”

“N-Nope.. Cap’s taking care of me.. he just went to go wash the dishes or somethin…” Steve replied, rubbing his nose with the blanket.

“We’ll ok then, Buddy.. Get well soon! I’ll tell the others not to bother you, also you might wanna hide your little diary some where else-“

“What.. why?-“

“We’ll you didn’t hear this from me but I think Sniper stole your diary-“

“Imma pretend I didn’t hear that-“

“Sorry Sorry! I shouldn’t have told you at this time!! You just get some rest!”

“Thanks Doc..”

And just like that, Steve’s day was 10 times worse, at least he didn’t have anything to personal in that diary anyway, the real tea was in his vent journal (but that’s another story for another day-)

Steve looked the other direction and drifted back to sleep.

Hours past and John continued to take care of Steve, making sure His fever goes down, slipping a few medications in the tea he made him, all the nine yards. Soon it was at least 3:00 at night and all of the soldiers were asleep except for him. Captain Yawned, sitting on the floor next to where Steve was sleeping. He soon started to doze off and fall fast asleep, Steve holding onto His hand in his sleep.

The sun shined in from the common room window, disturbing Steve’s slumber he looked over to several notes on the coffee table, most labeled “Get well soon” while one was labeled “Payback” and the other labeled “For the person who makes dumb decisions”

He read the note labeled “For the person who makes dumb decisions”realizing it was from none other than Captain John. He started to note aloud in this head

“Hey, Ya big goof! If you’re readin’ than

Your probably up earlier that I expected since I’m not telling you this in person.. But that’s all well and dandy! I just wanted to tell you that I’m glad you’re possibly feeling better (if not then I’m going to beg you with a Tylenol bottle with no hesitation-) and that I care about you! Don’t ever think that I don’t! I know things have been hard but don’t worry, you always got a home here at the base - Yours Truly, John.”

Steve smiled putting the note in his pocket and then reaching for the one that was simply labeled “Payback,” that read

“Revenge for my blanket, bozo” with a crumbled piece of paper from Steve’s diary.

“Another day in paradise…”

#tankmen #newgrounds #tankmen captain #tankmen steve #tankmen series #whump #sickfic #da poor boy :(#revenge for Snipers blanket tho-

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potatosoldier · 3 years

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Are you still there? /Part 6/

I sat quietly in our barrack in Camp Shanks, New York City. It was so surreal that tomorrow we would be going to set our foot out from our home country. It made all of this so sickeningly real

Skip who had just been laughing with Penk and Don, decided to plop next to me onto my bunk.

“Ahh!”

And in the process bump me onto the floor. The shocked look on his face was too hilarious. “Sorry, sorry, fuck sorry Bambi”, he mutters as he scurries up and helps me once again to plop next to him.

I giggle softly and shake my head. “Don’t worry Skip”,I pat his head gently as he too chuckles. Then he turns more serious and makes it clear that he wants to have a more private conversation. We both turn so that we are on our sides facing each other, with our hands under our heads like sleeping children. Luckily being private wasn’t that hard in the noise the men were making.

“you seemed pretty bummed about getting the pass to the city”, he starts softly. “I mean you don’t drink, and you usually spend the free time in the base anyway. I’m just curious to what was so special now?”, He finishes. I sigh. I could lie to him and make up a believable story about how I wanted to see the city before stepping out, or then I could be true to him the way he has always been to me.

“I was going to spend time with my husband”, I whisper. His eyes widen at my confession. “He’s here?”, he whispers urgently. I nod, my heart racing so hard it feels like it’s on run to my mouth. I gulp and reach into my shirt where lies a ring on a chain with my cross. And on the ring there is a small engraving of my husbands name.

I gently take the chain off and pass the ring to him. He takes a little time to inspect it and get his eyes work in the bad lighting. Then his eyes widen and mouth opens. I quickly jump up and slam my hand onto his mouth.

“What the hell are you two doing?”, comes the voice of George Luz. I turn sharply and grab my ring away from Skip. “Talking”, I answer quickly. He just raises his brows and blows out some smoke. Then makes a face and nods. I turn back to Skip with a serious expression and mouth: “No ONE”

He just grins and smiles. “Not gonna have my Bambi thrown to the wolves”, he says tenderly and boops my nose. I breath out and smile back. It felt good to let it out. Skip was so dear to me, it always felt so wrong to keep lying to him.

It also felt very odd to be sleeping with the men. I was now officially put into their barracks. Sink’s orders: “You’re familiar now, safe to start blending in.” And it was true, I felt more in touch with the men now. Even if Bill laughed at me because I was too scared to come down from the top bed of a bunk bed. Which lead to Bull gently lifting me down:

“There we go ma’am safely on the ground”

“Please, if I ever get a daughter, let them marry a gentleman with your manners”

I take a hold of Don’s watch and see it’s already 7.30. Shoot, I need to find Joe. “Joe!”, I shout and in my turn plop down onto his bed, like the true lady I am sitting with my posture perfect and ankles crossed.

“Ye ready to go, Bambi?”, he asks and I nod. He slowly gets up and stretches his back. “Well off with us then”. And so he starts singing once again. A strangely pleasant and soothing sound.

I had asked Joe to escort me to the officers barracks tonight. I wanted to see Dick before we leave. If this was the last time I saw him, I didn’t want it to be just a brief tender moment.

Once we made it to Dick’s barrack, he was already sitting on the steps with his garrison cap on and the dress greens too. I was still in my skirt, but the cap and the hobby jacket were long forgotten.

“Thank you, Joe”, Dick nods to Joe as a dismissal. “My pleasure lieutenant”, Joe smiles and takes off. I turn to my husband with a tender grin.

“I’ve missed you”, I whisper and put my hand on his abdomen. Just to soothe me that he’s actually there.

“We’ve been together most of the day”; he chuckles. I shake my head still smiling. “Not like we used to be”, I whisper a little strained. His brows furrow as he brushes my hair behind me ear. He then sighs and cups my face kissing me longingly.

His lips are always so, so warm and soft. The warmth and softness wasn’t the concrete feeling maybe, but it was the feeling that brushed my heart. I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face before he pulled back. My hands were still around his waist, and his now cupping my neck.

“Don’t cry, darling, not right now”, he whispers and kisses my tears away gently. “We should probably go a little further, someone could walk here any minute”, he then adds.

I nod and give him a small kiss onto his adam’s apple, before moving to grasp his arm. Moments like this reminded me so much of our first meeting, well first time we actually got the words out of our mouths.

3rd of May 1936

It was an early morning as Sonja Savolainen was smiling and singing in front of a group of young girls who were singing along with her. They all had their hymnals and catechisms out and smiles on their faces.

Sonja was only 18 and now substituting her aunt as a Sunday school teacher. She was a young, timid girl with a sharp head on her shoulders. Teaching the small girls during the Sunday service was something she thrived on. She was always very lonely with the people her age, not really having the will to socialize, the courage chat and having a strange accent to go and to top that a strong interest in education and research, had quickly left her the odd one out.

Her mother had always said that she is too curious for her own good, but Sonja never saw it as a flaw. She wanted to learn more about everything, and she dreamed of a husband who would support her and be ready to built a whole corner of the world just for them.

She was as pure and proper as a young lady could be. She worked hard in her parents farm, she rarely cursed and tutored children. All in all, she was a kind human being. But with the standards she set for herself, she ended up being self-destructive.

“Alright, alright, children. We can sing more next week, I will still be here. Ms. Miller will come back soon, I promise”, she grins. All the eight girls were so sweet, and such dedicated little things. There was this one girl Lena, who had hard time reading, but Sonja promised to tutor her on Friday nights while she still was in Lancaster. In a months time she would be going back to Ham Lake, Minnesota.

Slowly the girls get picked up by their parents. Sonja getting numerous hugs from the children and thanks from grateful mothers and fathers. And bless Lena’s mother who had brought her a small piece of raisin bread as thanks for her teaching.

Now only ones left in the room were Sonja and small six-year-old Ann Winters. “Ann, darling, isn’t your mother picking you up?”,Sonja asks softly and kneels next to the still brightly smiling girl. Ann cutely shows her teeth as she giggles. “No, Ms.Sonja. my big brother will come though, he’s probybly lost.” Sonja smiles and almost giggles at the way the girl pronounces probably.

“Well we shall wait for him, I’ll stay with you until he finds his way. Maybe you can draw him a map for the next time?”,she chuckles.

“ohh, It can be like a treasure map, ‘cept the treasure is me”, Ann giggles making Sonja’s heart warm with her adorable little idea.

“What a sweet treasure you are”, she says and taps the little girls nose. Their chat is interrupted by a knock on the door. Sonja quickly rises and goes to open it.

“Hello, you...m-must be Ann’s brother”, Sonja almost whispers the last part as she looks at the man before her. There stands a tall, red-headed man with the softest blue eyes. Sonja bites her lip, he was stunning.

Richard almost as red as his hair, as he looks at the woman. He was never the most confident with girls and he hadn’t expected his sister’s Sunday school teacher to be a pretty young lady.

“I-I am, ma’am. Richard Winters”, he says and offers his hand. Sonja takes it smiling softly “Sonja Savolainen, please come in”, she almost whispers again. His hand is so warm and big, in contrast to her own small and as her brother said it, delicate, but chubby hands.

Ann almost screams as she sees Richard. Richard grins and helps his sister get dressed and takes her catechism for safety keeping. “Dick, imma make you a big big map, and you will find big big me!”, she giggles enthusiastically. Sonja’s heart pumps so fast as she looks at the man. He is so calm so soothing, at least from the five seconds she’s interacted with him.

“Forgive me ma’am for keeping you waiting, is there anything I could help with?”, he asks as he takes Ann’s hand and tries to keep her from jumping to the roof. Sonja really can’t stop her heart from jumping like Ann.

“oh, no no , Ann is a very well behaved girl. It was a pleasure”,she says and starts to gather her own things. “off you two go, I can manage”, she finishes. Richard smiles at her softly. His own heart beating so fast that he cannot get the words to of “thank you, truly” out from his mouth.

“Goo’bye Ms.Sonja!” Ann says and waves. Richard smiles and offers his free hand to shake again. “Thank you ma’am, we-we will probably see each other again”, he gulps. Sonja bites her lip again and takes his hand.

“Lets hope so”, she says and then blushes blood red. Why did she have to say that. My god, why did she have to be so forward. Richard takes one look at her warm chocolate eyes again, nods and then takes off with his little sister.

The moment their eyes had met, their souls were bound.

Present

I grin stupidly at the memory. We finally find a dark corner where we can sit and talk in peace. We take a seat on this big rock with our arms still wrapped together.

“You alright?”, he whispers as he looks at my grin. I nod and cup his cheek with my free hand. “You seem to be awfully in your head tonight”, he then adds.

“Just thinking of you”, I answer and giggle as he still after all this years manages to blush. “Do you think that the lot we were looking at could be free in a couple years?”, I suddenly ask. He shrugs.

“If we get enough money from here, we can start making an offer”, he says quietly. “But we still need some money to built the house, so we’d still have to live in the barn.” I can see the pain in his eyes as he says those words.

I smile at him tenderly now stroking his brow and take his garrison cap off. “I don’t really care, the barracks are even more uncomfortable. And in the barn I’ll have you”, I try to soothe. He smiles a little strained as he seems too to be deep in thought.

“I did carry you over that threshold”, he says. I give him a sound kiss. “yes, you did”, I grin.

Then his face turns grim. “And next time I carried you we were both covered in your blood”, he swallows. My grin fades and the tears try to gather again. I shake my head and kiss him softly again. I leave my face so close to his that our noses are touching. “I’m still here, Richie, and no one is taking me away”, I whisper. He presses his forehead against mine strongly and closes his eyes.

He then presses his lips to mine with urgency. He maneuvers me so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, his hands firmly supporting my waist. I deepen the kiss and press as close to him as physically possible with our clothing on. His other hand goes to cup the back of my head as I tangle my hands into his fire red hair.

It feels so good to kiss him, to feel his arms around me. But it’s torture, because I want him, I need him. And this was only stoking the already existing fire.

When he pulls away I can see his pained face.

“I-I need you, but I can’t do this. Not like this”, he says his voice rough, his bedroom voice. I can feel him against me. It all makes me so needy that I almost feel ashamed. It would, if I didn’t love this man as a part of my soul.

And that’s how we sit. For an hour and a half. Trying to calm ourselves, softly talking, kissing and praying.

@iilovemusic12us

#richard winters #richard winters x reader #dick winters x reader #dick winters #band of brothers #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers oc #band of brothers imagine #joe toye #skip muck #bull randleman

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angelmichelangelo · 3 years

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okay here we go. finale episode thoughts. i’m sorry for the person i have become...

the whole first half is just? incredible? loved the action, loved how well it was paced. it’s kickass time and i am HERE for it!

cool that they brought back that weird face morphing technology nat used in ca:tws - kinda always wondered why they never used that more but hello sharon good to see ur thriving

bucky on a motorcycle. that’s all.

SAM MOTHERFUCKIN’ WILSON he looks fine as hell, he’s killing it and that entrance was sick as FUCK. “i’m captain america” yes sir yes you are

the entire chopper scene and sam being smart af literally was so fun? like hell yes! AND REDWING!!! i love that bucky had to ask ayo to get shuri to make him a new one. it’s a boyfriend thing 🥰

sam kicking ass. bucky being cool. john walker..... being there i guess? not digging this weird redemption thing theyre doing with him by having him and bucky team up and be pals but like. we can’t always have what we want.

sharon being the powerbroker is kinda hot. criminal Mommy vibes i’m here for it. though she killed karli and i wanted to see more of her so. minus point babes.

SAM’S WHOLE CALLOUT SPEECH. baby fuck it UP!!! i’m so in love with this man it is unreal. anthony mackie knocked it out of the park with this whole scene. everything he said was amazing and he did it flawless. “i’m a black man carrying the stars and stripes, what don’t i understand?” was just. yeah. incredible. captain america is a black man and racist mfs are gonna cry about it lol I JUST LOVE SAM WILSON AND SAM WILSON ONLY !!! “do better” FUCK YEAH

bucky is so in love it’s embarrassing sir those heart eyes are unREAL dude. also him calling sam “cap” in the fondest voice ever with a lil back pat? i have my grave already dug imma go lay down in it now. eat my ass, steve rogers MWAH

zemo in prison having a gay old time. cant wait to see more of him yes please and thank you. also him going to sleep like my work here is done is just so? funny to me idk why like. yeah get some beauty sleep you fruity little bitch

us agent. hate john walker but love wyatt russell so absolutely looking forward to hate-loving this guy in the future

bucky and yori. remember that grave i laid down in earlier? yeah it’s full of my tears now. bucky healing and FINALLY saying outloud that what he did as the winter soldier was out of his control. i loved this whole scene though.... it felt like it had been cut short? which sucks eggs but it was good nonetheless. short n sweet. v nice. also love how bucky gave steve’s book away because he’s moving on !!!!!! yeah babey! though i still don’t trust dr raynor like who even was she lmao?

the entire scene with sam and isaiah... gotdamn. it was just beautiful. every scene isaiah is in, im just captivated. it was just *chefs kiss* and now my tear filled grave is overflowing and i am sailing down my own river of sadness. i know we’ll probably get eli in the young avengers but PLS give me young isaiah beating the shit out of the winter soldier in the korean war because holy fuck that’d be amazing. the smithsonian scene was beautiful. marvel i love to hate you but u okay for this one. u okay.

UNCLE BUCKY UNCLE BUCKY UNCLE BUCKY !!!! baby’s first cookout ☹️ he’s a wilson now, sam adopted him he’s a feral cat but we love him !! and then sam and bucky walking off into the sunset together? heart been broke so many times

not sure why they didn’t change both their names like captain america and the white wolf but either way i gasped when i saw it change from falcon to captain america !!! like fuck yeah !!!!!!

overall thoughts are: i loved this entire series. i am in need more sambucky in my life and knowing it’s gonna be well over a year before we get more of them in the mcu again i’m going to lock myself into a tiny cupboard and scream until i pass out. also i know a LOT of this show was cut because of the whole side plot about a deadly virus (thank u covid u son of a bitch) so like, i’d love at some point for those deleted scenes to be released. pls marvel i miss them already just give me the extra scenes !!

#and with that.... i turn to dust #fatws #marvel #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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huh-i-guess · 4 years

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Now You Need Me

Erik Killmonger X Black!Reader

Warnings: Angst(?)

Word Count: 1,854

This is the first fic I have ever written and I have no clue if this is good or not, ngl. I am super nervous about posting this, I’ve read so much fanfic and been too scared to write but today I just said F it! The gif is not mine!

“Bye girl!”

“Bye Leigh! Thanks for the party, tell Marvin if he tries some shit imma beat his ass when I see him next!” I shout at one of my homegirls who has been fucking around with this high key chill but hella ignorant POS.

“Take yo fine ass to bed sis, GOODNIGHT!” She scoffs as she speeds off in her whip. I chuckle as I make my way into my shared apartment with one of my besties from college, Cameron. I have known her for the past 10 years and she truly has been a ride or die who makes sure that we both have our heads screwed on straight. As I make my way up into the apartment I notice that the lights are all off, which isn't unusual because it is about 2:30 and she heads off to bed hella early, always talking bout how she “got work in the morning”. She gets her ass up at 8:00 every morning… weekends included, I don’t know how somebody would willingly wake up that early on weekend but Cami does. I cut on the light over the kitchen and notice a note on the counter that just tells me that I’m on dish duty next week and that there is also a surprise in my room. I swear if I walk in that room and there is some random shit in it, Imma wake her up and keep her up till the sun say what’s poppin’. I trot into my room carrying my shoes and drop them by the side of my dresser, when they make contact with the floor the light abruptly turns on. I grab tightly on my clutch and get ready to swing.

“Damn Ma, chill, its just lil’ ole me”

“ERIK!” I scoff and sigh. Deciding to proceed with my nightly routine. “Was this the “Surprise” Cami had in store for me? You?” I state with a displeased voice.

“Yeah, you miss me? I ain’t gon lie… I’ve missed you” Erik said shamelessly. I have not seen this man in 3 and a half years. Not one text, nor call, nor note, nor flower, no nada.

“What the hell do you want? And why did Cami let you in?” I ask dismissively as I put my purse on the hook and don’t even bother looking his way.

“That’s how we really gotta be, huh? You really ain’t happy to see me?” the nerve and balls this man has…“Erik, I’m not one of your little side pieces who drops her panties at the sight of you and begs to be at your knees. You know that. Now, Imma ask you one last time, What. Do. You. Want.” I am not in the mood for his shit especially after what he did to me and how he up and left me.

“You used to be one of them but,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“ERIK-” I shout as I whip around to face him.

“Alright damn, you need to get laid,” he stated, and truthfully, he was not wrong, it’s been three years since anyone has made me feel the way that that man has but he does NOT need to know that. “I ain’t here to push your buttons and pipe in on your sex life, unless you want me to,” he winks and I grimace, “but I need your help with something, and before you try to bus a cap in me, I’ll let you know how much you’ll get paid.” He really must have lost his mind to think that after leaving me in the middle of the night, a day after one of our missions, in the middle of a foreign ass country, with no way to contact him, or his crew, that I would ever want to work with him again. Especially now with me being out of the game and trying to lead a semi-normal life. How did he even find me? I've taken myself off of the all government watchlists and made sure that I am always aware of anything relating to me and that I clear it asap. Actually, he’s Erik fucking Killmonger, nevermind.

“Do you want to explain to me why the hell I would want to work with you again, and possibly put myself back on the radar? I’ve spent so much time tryna clear my name from doing shit with you and now that I’m finally free of your ass, you prance your fine evil ass back into my life. You left me there Erik. YOU” I poke him in the chest for emphasis, “LEFT me there, you didn’t leave a note, you didn’t call. You didn’t text. And you know what the worst part was? You let me take part of the fall for your shit. I had to bargain with the United States government to get my freedom back you piece of shit. They made me hack and cover up a bunch of shit for almost 2 years and you know I hate our government. THEN, S.H.I.E.L.D. made me do a helluva lot more tedious and time consuming shit, and they kept me as a prisoner for half a year. And you think that you get to waltz into my home after 3 years, bat your eyelashes, lick your juicy ass lips and then ask me to go down for you again? You must have lost your goddamn mind. Truly!” I whisper scream at him hoping Cami stays asleep down the hall. I cannot believe this nigga.

“I didn’t even say what it was I needed your help with but you clearly stay jumpin’ to conclusions, just like before. If you’d like to let me get a word in lil’ miss thing, I will” Erik stated. I really missed him but I should not miss a man who got me locked up in a superhero jail cell.

“Speak then, Killmonger.” I pushed. “Damn, aright, Imma tell you the price first. Its royalty. That is the price, I’ll make you royalty.”

Is he-Is he serious? What happened to him in those three years, I know I went to fuzzy, upscale, white people jail, and what the fuck did he do? Lose his mind, that’s what he did.

“Nigga, what kind of weed have you been smoking? Royalty. This ain’t Coming to America. We live in America and we don’t have royals. We have a fat, mentaly unstable, racist, orange thing in the office right now. Where have you been for the past 3 years?” I exclaim.

“Look, bae, I know what the fuck is in office right now and I know that we are in the United States but, last I checked and according to Maps of the world, the U.S. ain’t it. Damn, Americans really do think they are the only ones on the planet. There is an East African country called Wakanda. You know it?” He questioned.

“Yeah, fool, I’m not dumb. And not all Americans think like that. You should know that soldier.”

“Well, Wakanda is seen as a third world country with major poverty and a major lack of developments, and Imma tell you, that shit ain’t true.” He shrugged.

“I’m sorry but what would you know?” I deadpanned.

“I’m from Wakanda, Ma.” He disclosed matter-of-factly.

“Ummmm, I must have missed something Oakland boy. You’re tryna tell me that you are NOT from Oakland, California? That makes little to no sense. But if you are from Wakanda, then how did you go into the Navy SEALS?” I question in disbelief.

“I was born in the states, baby girl. Pops was Wakandan. I’ve been telling you I was foreign.” He teased and pulled down his lower lip showing off an interesting blue tattoo.

“I’m supposed to believe you after all of the shit that you’ve done? I’m supposed to forgive you? Actually, pause, why would I even forgive you? You haven’t even apologized. You’re always so damn cocksure and I know you're not gonna apologize because the words, “I’m sorry” are not in your vocabulary. Knowing yo ass you probably thought I forgot because you think I’m mesmerized by yo “glorious” looks.” I pressed.

“You are really going in on me. I must have really hurt you. You want a kiss to make it better or do you want to kiss and make up?” He baited. I am at a loss for words.

“You, Erik “Killmonger” Stevens, disgust me. The fact that I was in love with yo cocky, unfiltered, disrespectful, heartless, ruthless, and twisted self, really makes me realize just how much I needed to grow. I told myself I would NEVER EVER take the blame and bit the bullet for a nigga. And guess what? That is exactly what I did. I lost myself and my dream tryna beg for your love and your attention and look where it got me. ON a GOVERNMENT watchlist, in prison and tired. Look I’m not Cookie from Empire, I’m not gonna take you back after taking the fall for your ass, so you can take that “royalty” shit and shove it up your ass because I am not gonna ruin my life any further for you. Cami let me make some mistakes and they were some really bad ones but I never told her about how I fell for you. She just thinks that you're some ex who wants me back and was good for me that I pushed you away because that’s what I do, welp, no. Not this time.” I voiced painfully not even feeling the tears falling from my eyes. I looked as Erik just stood there showing no type of emotion. No pain, no regret, no smugness, just looking like he was trying to find an emotion to react but he couldn’t find one. “Do you feel nothing Erik? You so damn, UGH!” I can’t even bring myself to finish my sentence as I collapse onto my bed. I feel an added weight on my bed and feel arms wrap around me.

“I’m so so sorry, baby girl. I know that what I did was wrong and I’ve watched for so long trying to figure out how to make this right and I can’t. I can’t think of a way to be there for you and I know it is hard especially since I’m the one who got you into this situation but that is exactly why I want you to come be my queen and rule Wakanda with me. To make this right, we can make our own laws, be our own government, have power, money and whatever you want. I’ve been gone a long time and I should have been there for you. I’m sorry, baby. Do you forgive me?” He admitted while he kissed my forehead. I am in complete disbelief. Erik Stevens just apologized, and did he propose or was I hallucinating? No, wait a minute I refuse to fall in love with this sweet talking piece of shit who got me sent to jail.

“What if I say no, Erik?”

~~~~~This is so bad. I’m so sorry~~~~~

It is ALSO 3:36AM, Imma sleep. 4/25/2020

#erik stevens #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik stevens x reader #my work

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bubbl3sworld · 4 years

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The hardware store (Belch Huggins x black! reader)

“Y/n!!”

She groaned hearing her name get shouted through the house, it was her second day spending the night at cousin Mike house, or farm rather. And so far, she hated it. She slip the covers over her face, trying to ignore her grandfather shouting her name. Just when he stopped, footsteps were heard leading up to the room she was sleeping in. She balled herself up further in the bed, hoping for no one to come into her only safe space.

It wasn’t until the door creaked open was her cover blown

“I know you’re up Cuzzo” It was Mike, you could tell by his voice.

Y/n removed the covers, sitting up slowly. Her eyes dragged up to his face, giving him an annoyed stare. “What does that man want now?” She asked reaching to fix her bonnet only to feel that it wasn’t on her head.

“It’s on the floor” Mike points out smiling, “He wants you to go get some things from the hardware store since you can drive” She leaned over to pick up her {color} bonnet. “Mike you don’t got no friends to take you? Back home I always got a ride somewhere” She shakes off the bonnet before putting it on the dresser. “That’s what happens when your home schooled” She rolled her eyes, ‘It’s not my problem he’s a loner’ She thought

“Well, it sounds to me that you and granddad got personal problems. Tell him I’m still slumped” Mike sighed shaking his head seeing the girl’s head hit the pillow. “Come on Y/n, you’re lucky enough that granddad ain’t making you work” She grumbled curses under her breath, damn that man. “The least you can do is run into town!” “Goddammit Mikey, Fine! Give me like, an hour. I wanna shower” Mike nods, leaving the room for her to get ready. “God I want to go home already” She got up and opened the dresser drawer to grab a shower cap

“Listen hear girl, you only going to the hardware store!”

Y/n hums as she skillfully laid her edges with the toothbrush in the bathroom, barely hearing the old man yell at her. She knew she had more plans then just to go to a damn hardware store, like seriously. If she wasn’t going to be confined in the house, the least she can do is explore.

“Are you listening to me Y/n!” Y/n sits the toothbrush on the sink, grabbing her black bandanna and walking out the bathroom. She laid it across her edges and went into the kitchen. “Of course granddad” She replied, sarcasm hinted in her voice. “Now what am I exactly going to the hardware store to get? Sum bolts or sum?” Leory shook his head at the girl as he handed her the keys

“My tractor needa oil change, I need you to go grab oil, spark plug, and a wheel” Y/n eyebrow furrowed at the mention of a wheel. “A wheel? Like a Wheel Wheel? The wheel for that big thing?” Leory nodded much to her annoyance. “Grandad, how am I supposed to get it in the back of the pick up?” She whined. Leory laughed, dismissing her by waving his hand. “Figure it out girl!” Y/n walks out, grumbling to herself. How the hell is she supposed to get that big ass wheel in the back of the truck? She walks outside to the driveway, unlocking the door and starting up the car. “Hey Y/n!” She looks over her shoulder to see Mike running over to the old truck. “What do you want brat?” She teases with a smile, her smile soon dropped seeing him rubbing the back of his head. “I forgot to say, If you see a blue trans am stand clear. You do not want to get in their path” Y/n rolls her eyes, putting the her foot on the brake as she shifts the gear into drive.

“You think I’m scared of some white kids? Boy please. I’ll be back!” Mike backs away from the truck, watching her pull out of the driveway and down the road.

Y/n spent the first hour searching for the store, Leory didn’t even give her any directions to the store. “At least this town is nice” She shrugs as she circles the block once again. A honk behind her made her check her rear mirror, only to see the car pulling up next to her. She looks over to see a man rolling down his window, she was hesitant to do the same but did follow suit.

“Aye, you lost?” Y/n blinks, getting a good look at what she could see of him in his car. He was wearing a band tee and a yellow hat, he also had a bandanna that matched hers on his wrist. “Yeah” She finally replied leaning out the window. “You know where the hardware store is ‘round here?” The boy chuckled, clicking his tongue in amusement. “I’m actually headed there right now, you down to follow?”

“Hell yeah” Y/n cheered seeing him take his foot off the brake and move forward. This might be easier then she thought

As the strange boy in the blue car promised, he lead her to the hardware store. She missed the place by a mile given where it was at. Y/n parks the car, taking the key out of the ignition. She got out to greet the boy who led her to the place, to at least say thank you. But she saw him already walk in the store, she sped up to meet him.

“Hey!” She smiled tapping him on his shoulder. He turned around and looked down at her, man he was tall. “You seriously walked off before I could thank you dude” That word felt funny coming out her mouth but she rolled with it. “I mean, It’s the least I could do after seeing you aimless circle the block” He chuckled, the both of them began talking and walking together

“Oh, so now you throwin shots?” She laughed as she watched him look up on the shelves. “If the shoe fits princess” Her heart slightly jumped hearing him call her that, but yet she was slightly freaked out. “Oh shut your mouth” He laughed as he turned back to her. He scanned her up and down before his eyes landed on her shirt. “You like Metallica?” Y/n looks down at her shirt, she forgot she had this old thing.

“Yeah, what about it” Y/n questioned as they walked to the next isle. “I didn’t know that someone like you likes that type of music” She rolls her eyes at that sentence, somethings are too good to be true. “What? A black girl like me can’t listen to ‘your’ type of music?” She said doing air quotes, the boy rubs the back of his head. “I never really said that, but alright” “But you were implying it” She counters. “What’s your name, white boy?” “White boy?” He questioned picking up a pair of pliers. “You’re white, are you not?” She teases glancing at the shelf, her eyes landing on a big jug of oil.

“The names Reggie, but my friends call me Belch” He watched as she picked up the jug of oil, a confused look appearing in his eye. Why would she need that? “Oooh! We friends just like that?” She grins holding the oil container in her hand. “Why they call you Belch?” An evil grin spread on his face, he leaned down to her to ear, Y/n backed away at this. “The hell you doin?” She asked slightly irritated. “Damn! Calm down, Does it look like Imma hurt you?” He saw how the girl gave him a sarcastic stare. “The sixties weren’t that long ago” Y/n started to walk out the isle, Reggie trailing not far behind.

“Seriously, You asked why they called me Belch! I was gonna tell you!” Y/n rolls her eyes, how stupid does he think she is? “What? Were you gonna burp in my ear or sum shit?” Reggie fell silent, he cracking a half smile that made her laugh. “Oh my god, You seriously was gonna burp in my ear?” “What? Noooo I would never!” She couldn’t help but smile seeing him on the verge of laughter. “Okay, maaybe I was” “Asshole” Y/n shot back, reaching up to press his hat over his eyes. “Don’t do that!” He moved her hand, she laughs backing away.

“You know where the spark plug isle is? I need one for a tractor” Reggie was a bit taken back by that, a girl like her is a farm girl? “Yeah uh, Next isle over” He said taking her over to the isle. “You a farm girl?” “Hell no” She quickly dismissed. “Im spending the summer with my cousin who happens to live on a farm” Y/n looks up at all the spark plugs lined up. “You a white male, pick which one would work for a tractor” “Just because I’m white doesn’t mean I know how tractors work but” Reggie reaches up to grab a plug, “This might work” He looked and saw how full her hands were with the container. “I’ll hold it for you” He reassures making Y/n smile.

“So, Are you gonna tell me your name or what?” It went over Y/n’s head that she didn’t tell him her name. “I’m Y/n, I thought I told you my name earlier” She shrugs as they walked to the cash register. “Nah, I was hoping that you tell me sooner” Reggie smiles as they placed their things on the counter. “Hey, Can you ring me up one of those tractor wheels?” The cashier looks behind him grabbing the wheel and rolling it on the floor. “Get that for me Reggie will you?” Y/n said as she pulled out the cash her grandfather gave her.

The two of them walked out of the store, Reggie rolling the wheel for Y/n all the way to the truck. “So tell me Y/n, You in a gang?” Y/n coughed, that question caught her off guard. “You do know that the black bandanna doesn’t mean your gang affiliated right?” Y/n watched as Reggie puts the wheel in the back of the truck, strapping it down to make it secure. “Not true” He said pointing to his black bandanna. Y/n rolls her eyes, of course the white boy thinks he’s gang affiliated. “Boy please, You ain’t White boy Rick” She cackles, “You probably have a close group of friends and yall probably started calling a gang” She saw how he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes were avoiding hers.

“Which, May I add, isn’t what a gang is. But you do you boo” Y/n walks over to him, smiling. “Thanks for your help today man, I had no idea how I was gonna get that wheel back there” Reggie lets out a laugh. “It was no problem, I was wondering why a girl was going to the hardware store” Y/n rolls her eyes, of course he had to talk about that. “I know stuff about cars” “Oh really?” Reggie challenged. “That Blue car over there, what type is it?” Y/n looks over at his blue car, squinting her eyes. “I don’t know the breed of cars, the hell I look like? You?” She laughed seeing him roll his eyes. “But I do know how to change a tire!”

“Good enough for me” Reggie shrugs. “So, Are you gonna be in town tomorrow?” Y/n thinks, Mike did ask her a day prior to take him to hang with his friends. “Most likely, Why?” She asked, she leaned on the side of the truck. “How about I show you around town since your from the city, or at least I’m assuming” Y/n smiles, nodding quickly. “Better than sittin in the house doing a whole lotta nothin, I’ll meet you here around twelve!” Reggie grins, “Yeah! I-I mean” He coughs, trying to die down his excitement. “Yeah, I’ll see you here” Y/n started to get in the truck, closing the door.

Reggie had moved away and when she pulled out and went her own way, he mentally screamed. “Hell yes” He grins going to his car, he couldn’t wait to tell the guys.

“What’s with your sudden change of heart and taking me to see my friends?” Mike watched as Y/n went through the closet to pick out some clothes for tomorrow. “What? I can’t just be a good cousin?” Y/n smiled throwing a shirt on her bed. “I didn’t know you actually had friends, like seriously I’d thought you were some loner weirdo” Mike crossed his arms, “Are you trying to throw digs at me? Like you aren’t the one who listens to heavy metal like you’re white?”

“Music has no race, Mikey” Y/n hums picking out a pair of shorts. “I may or may have not met someone, and they wanna take me around town. Mind ya damn business” “Your business IS my business” She rolls her eyes. As she went through her closet, she could only think about what Reggie really had in store for tomorrow.

#it 2017 #it chapter 2 #it chapter one #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins #belch huggins x poc reader #belch huggins x black reader #x black reader #x poc reader #bowers gang x reader #mike hanlon #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers #victor criss

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kurathemonster · 4 years

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Corrupted Summary Part 1(Comic End)

Whoopsie, sorry for the sudden inacitvity! I've been working to pull together a script for Twisted Star, and I have finals coming soon too. I should be much more active once the comic starts being posted! Heyo! So here's that summary I was planning to write out! Gonna be uploading in chunks to even out my work flow. I did want to write it out as an actual story instead of listing the events, so here you go! Also sorry for the wait, but life's got me busy recently :"D.

This is everything that was (sorta) planned to happen for the rest of the comic. It was probably gonna have three chapters or so. I honestly only wrote out a script for the second chapter, but I had a general idea for what I wanted to happen in the third. Sorry if the format is weird at all. I wanted to try a different writing style, especially when I was writing from my comic script.

But bare with me because most of this is being pulled straight out of my head. I had about half of this written from the script, the other half just came up with on the spot. Next part comes out Sunday, hopefully!~

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Gaster is writing all the entries, as all of the past events in the lab are being shown. He explains the experiment of making artificial human souls out of semi-monster souls. I've mentioned before that Sans and Papyrus aren't really monsters. And so he injects a small dosage of determination into their souls every week, making their souls stronger and more resistant to the DT. Eventually they would be as strong as human souls...

Entry Number 11: One of them has decided to help. I'll allow it for now, but I can't reveal too much to them.

Sans grabbed one of the tubes on the table and held it up. Gaster took a glance at Sans to be sure he wasn't messing with something he wasn't supposed to touch. He looked back at his paper and scribbled something down. "why is that you're putting this stuff in us?"

Gaster glanced back at Sans. "It makes your soul stronger. Eventually you'll use that power to break the barrier." Sans put the tube down and sighed. "you tell me the same thing every time. i wanna know why you need to do that."

"Enough questions for now." Gaster put his pen down and cleaned the tubes on the table. He motioned Sans to move away.

Entry Number 14: After every single test, one of them always shows weaker results. It seems like he's losing his magical ability with every new dose.

Gaster walks down the long, narrow hallway towards the area Sans and Papyrus stayed in. He looked around the corner to a shocking sight. Papyrus was holding tightly onto his brother, hoping that he was alright. Sans, was clutching his face, making expressions of pain. "Is everything all right in here?" Gaster asked as he turned the corner.

"T-THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM!" Sans held a tight grip on his right eye, trying hard not to cry from the pain. "i-it hurts! my eye!" Gaster came towards him and knelt down on his knees. He held up and hand, trying to take a look at what was wrong. "Let me take a look at it." Sans takes his hand of his eye as Gaster almost fell from the sight.

A strong wave of nervousness wiped across Gaster as he saw what was wrong. Sans's left eye was glowing a bright blue, while the other was devoid of light. Gaster immediately grabs Sans from Papyrus's lap and stands up. He rushes towards the main part of the lab, worry in his eyes. Papyrus follows, nervous for what's to come.

Gaster sets him down and starts to check his soul. "W-WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?"

Papyrus was shivering with fear of what was wrong. He had never felt such a rush of feeling like this, and he was afraid of losing the only person he really loved. Despite him not knowing what love was, he knew that he and Sans had a special connection, one that he and Gaster didn't have.

"His... his soul is getting weaker. I don't think he'll be able to glow his eye anymore." Gaster looks down at Sans and sighs. He was still awake, breathing heavily, but kept his eyes closed. "You know why I'm doing this, right Sans? I was hoping your soul would adapt to the concentrations of Determination, but with your state right now, it'd be too much of a risk."

Gaster put his hands on the table and looked down. Papyrus stood, patiently waiting for Gaster to do something to help him. "I want to free everyone from the Underground. I just didn't realize how much power I needed for that. I'm sorry."

Entry Number 16: I can't do this anymore."

A week passed after the incident. Gaster was able to heal Sans back to full energy, but he wouldn't be able to glow with his other eye anymore. Gaster was just glad that he wouldn't lose his experiment after investing so much into it.

Sans and Papyrus slept during the night, while Gaster was up, sitting at his desk. He couldn't sleep with everything on his mind. Everything was playing back like a record. He started to regret ever making the decision to start the experiment. "Tomorrow is the last portion. I can complete everything I've ever dreamed of doing right now." He looked back at the brothers and felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

He felt guilty for putting them through this, but he mostly felt a loving feeling. Something he couldn't describe where, if he lost the brothers, he would miss them. He would feel empty without them. He knew they were just kids, and putting them through experiments is wrong. At first, his intentions were to free everyone from their suffering, but maybe they've become something he never wanted.

Suffering of monsters.

Gaster looks away from the brothers in frustration. "Why must this be so damn difficult!" He sighs and puts his hands back on his face. He notices the bottles of Determination on the table. They were completely full. He stares at it for a second, then picks it up to examine. Looking back at the brothers, he took in everything he was feeling.

I must be an idiot, he thought. He opened the cap and held up and the bottle. Closing his eyes, he drinks the entire bottle in one large sip. His eyes begin glowing a bright purple, his vision goes blurry. He gets up with his hands on the table, struggling to keep balance. Everything hurt. There was no feeling of guilt, nor pity. With the brothers in his mind, he cries and yells from the pain. A hand on his face. Taking it off, he started to melt. He was becoming an amalgamation.

The yelling stops. The screaming stops. The pain stops. He was on his knees, hands on his head. No more melting, no more pain. Darkness surrounded him. He wasn't in the lab any longer. The brothers were no where to be found. He slowly takes his hands off his head and looks straight ahead. A yellow glow appeared. A button. "Reset", it said, in bright yellow letters. He stands up and stares at the yellow button, entranced by the glow. As he reached for the button, his hand starts to glitch, but he didn't notice. He slowly reaches for the button, and his hand glitches more, eventually reaching his arm and body. He presses the button and it all disappears.

Nothing is left. Everything is dark and silent.

Entry Number 17...

His entire body glitches. He put his hands back on his face and felt something change. Two large cracks split his skull, one below the eye, the other above the opposite eye.

Dark, Darker, Yet Darker...

The Darkness keeps growing...

His entire body glitches as he felt the pain return. Before he could scream out for help, he saw that his entire body was fading into nothingness.

Photon readings negative....

This next experiment seems....

Very, very interesting...

Before fading away completely, Gaster sees a glimpse of something he wasn't expecting. Sans and Papyrus, he sees. They seem to be older, for sure, standing on the grounds of the same Snowdin Town he knew. He couldn't see there faces, but only saw them from the back, but he could tell they were happy. Gaster completely fades away, and loses all his consciousness of the world he knew.

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What do you two think?

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Years later...

Sans goes up to his room, Frisk quickly following behind. He rummages through his sock drawer, trying to find the key to unlock the back room. Frisk was confused as to what he was looking for, but then realized what is was. "Why do you need to go in the back room?"

"you've been back there, so you must've seen it. the machine under the covers. i haven't tested it in years, but maybe it'll work with a bit of fixing." Sans felt something at the bottom of the drawer and pulled it out. "aha! alright let's go." Sans passed Frisk and went back downstairs. Frisk opened their mouth to say something, but just couldn't let it out.

They made their way to the back room, opening the door with the key within a second. The room was smaller than Sans remembered. He told himself that he wouldn't go back unless he absolutely had to. Coming back here brought back some memories he didn't want to remember.

Sans went to the covered machine and ripped the sheet off. The machine was large and gray. It looked like it was brand new. "man, just like it used to be." He looked though some of the drawers and took out an old lab coat to put on. "well, not only is it broken, but it never worked before."

"What do you mean?"

"we tried to make it work before. turned out as another failed experiment. i have a good feeling about this go-round though."

Frisk stared at Sans as he looked around the machine. "We?" They said quietly to themselves.

Sans turned towards Frisk. "alright kid, imma need you to help me. hand me that wrench over there will ya?" Frisk reached over to do what he said. Sans grabbed the wrench and went behind the machine. Sans did his work, making Frisk realize how smart Sans really was. When the issue was serious, he would really stop being lazy for once. Frisk was honestly surprised by it.

After a while of work, Sans pulled the lever on the front and the machine turned on. "bingo!" He went back to the drawer and pulled out two pairs of safety goggles. He threw one at Frisk, them barely catching it. "you might wanna keep these one, just in case." Sans stood next to Frisk, eyeing the machine in all its glory. Frisk had never seen anything like it, which made them slightly intimidated by all the moving parts. Sans did seem to know what he was doing, however.

Sans pressed a couple of buttons on the front of the machine and pulled the lever again. He stepped back quickly and watched as the machine made magic. Smoke filled inside the machine, and when it opened, all of the smoke spread out across the floor. It looked like some weird time machine, Frisk thought. "What's supposed to happen, Sans?"

"i need you to go inside."

"What?! Why?"

"this machine, it's purpose is to create a portal to the void, an endless wasteland of darkness to those who have been wasted on too much Determination. only humans with powerful determination levels can go in there and survive."

"What am I looking for?"

"gaster's in there. i would go in myself, but if i went in, my body would melt almost instantly and i'd be stuck there." Frisk stood in place and stared at the skeleton. They had no idea what was on the other side, no idea what could happen. They took a deep breath and walked in front of the machine. They took their safety goggles off and threw them at Sans, him dropping them on the ground. "How do you know it won't kill me?"

"if you want my honest answer, i don't. i'm sorry to put you through something like this, but this is my only choice. i can't think of anything else to do."

Frisk turned back towards the machine. They couldn't see anything behind the smoke, but they assumed it was just a wall. Taking a deep breath, they walked in quickly. There was nothing but smoke. They opened their eyes, but couldn't see anything. "Sans?"

Silence. They started to panic and look around for the exit. They could feel their heart beating a million times a second. They were nervous and scared. They had no idea what was going on. The smoke filled their sight, making Frisk blind to anything else. They closed their eyes, hoping it was all just a bad dream. When they opened them again, there they were. In the darkness of the void. Frisk looked around to see nothing around them, only darkness. They were confused. Nothing felt right to them. They took a couple more deep breaths and told themselves to trust Sans.

They started walking forward, not knowing where to go. Some small noises were heard by them, but they decided to ignore it. They walked faster and faster, trying to run away from the noises. "papyrus!" One of them shouted. Frisk jerked around to see figure to represent Sans himself. He looked smaller, like a child version of himself. He was lost, looking for his brother. Frisk walked up to him and held out a hand towards him. He faded into thin air the second they touched him. They stepped back out of fear, and continued forward. Frisk saw more ghost-like figures. A tall skeleton man. He was wearing a white coat, the one's doctors typically wear.

Frisk didn't know who it was, but it seemed he had some kind of connection to Sans and Papyrus. He was sitting at a desk, hands on his face. He looked stressed and tired. Then they were there. Sans and Papyrus were laughing behind them. Playing a game and running around. Frisk walked up to the man and held out their hand again. Before Frisk could touch him, he got up and walked towards Sans and Papyrus. "Now, what do you think you two are doing?" He laughed. A father-like figure.

"WE'RE PLAYING A GAME! SANS IS 'IT'!"

"Oh really now? Haha!" The man picked Papyrus up and held him in the air, both laughing as they played together.

Another voice came from behind. "They were so bright and curious, were they not?" Frisk jerked around to see the same man, his appearance droopy and sad. He looked a bit familiar to Frisk in some way, but knew that they had never met before. He lifted a hand and pointed at Frisk. "You. You're the seventh human we need to destroy the barrier."

"I-" Frisk didn't know what to say.

"It's a bit overwhelming I'd imagine. I know what happens. I've seen the timelines." The man turned around and stared into the empty void behind him.

"Who are you?" Frisk couldn't help but ask. The man turned around in surprise. "Ah, it seems we haven't properly met. You have heard of me though. W.D. Gaster, the man that was shattered across time and space."

All of it hit Frisk at one time. While they had had a couple of runs, they did run into something strange. A kid who looked quite like Monster Kid. He looked a lot sadder and spoke of the strangest things. "Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same..."

"Except you don't exist. Yes, it was Goner Kid who was lost in the void as well."

"The void? Is this where I am?"

"You don't have to worry. You're a human, after all. You see, monsters who take on too much determination at one time can end up here, stuck in the void forever. It only happens, however, when you pass a certain limit of DT within a span of time. For me, I took the final portion I would give to Sans in one go."

"You... You knew Sans?"

"I knew Sans? A silly question. I created Sans. I am the creator."

Frisk couldn't grasp what was happening. They were figuring out so many new things, so many pieces of the puzzle was being put together. "He remembered something. I don't think he knew exactly what it was though."

"He remembered my name. He couldn't remember who I was or his connection to me. When I disappeared into the void, it must have erased all existence of me. Nobody remembers who I am. Nobody remembers my role in this world." Frisk stepped forward when he finished his sentence. They sighed as the reset button came in front of them. "I can reset. Can you do it too?"

Gaster turned around, intrigued by the sight. "Ah, I'm not actually sure myself. I saw it when I first arrived in the void. I was curious, so I pressed it. I'm not sure what exactly it did, but I faded away from the timeline in that moment." Gaster walked towards Frisk. He was hunching over a bit, but was still awfully taller than Frisk. "Now, was he looking for me? I don't see any other reason why he would've come looking for me."

Frisk nodded their head. Gaster started again. "I think he's connected a couple of the dots. Some things were left behind, but he knows I was the one who went missing. My research seemed to be destroyed when I disappeared, but Sans still knows how it all works. The timelines, I mean."

"What about Papyrus?"

"Hm?"

"Does he know about the timelines too?"

Gaster stared at Frisk for a second before answering. "I'd think that he does, he just hides it well." A moment of silence. "I suspect Sans doesn't want to ask him, though." Gaster came towards Frisk's face. "Now, I suppose you are in need of my help. Otherwise you wouldn't have come looking for me."

"Chara. Did you know who that was?"

"The prince's sibling. They were adopted by the king and queen when they fell down here. But what about them? They died a long time ago."

"I don't know if they really died, but they came back. I may have... put all of the LOVE and HATE I gained during the genocide run onto them. Now they're being corrupted by the HATE and has a strict motive to make sure I don't get a happy ending."

"They think you ruined their life. Well, more like afterlife. Are they a ghost or something?"

"I can see them when I go the void for a reset. They talk to me. I think they can see everything that I do, even when I'm not in the void."

"Hm. Were they there before you committed the genocide?"

"I..." Frisk had to think about it for a second. Chara had not been there before the genocide. Frisk could feel their presence before, but they didn't dare say a word. They only appeared after the first kill. "I think Chara was there, but they didn't say anything until they begged for me not to kill. After I killed the first monster, they began to hate me."

"And what makes you think I can stop Chara? Or that I can even get of here for that fact?!"

"Sans had a feeling you would be able to help. I don't think we have any other option. Chara is corrupting the minds of monsters."

"Corrupting, you say?"

"They took Papyrus already. Chara is in complete control of everything he says and does. Chara almost killed us back there!"

Gaster sighs and walks away from the conversation. He thought about how he could help, but had no clue where to begin. He didn't even know how Frisk could see him in the first place. Frisk looked down towards the ground. They could feel something was wrong. When they lifted their hand, it started to glitch away. After every second, the glitch became more and more.

"Please, you have to help us! I don't have much time left!" Gaster stood in silence, facing away from Frisk. He hesitated, but looked back at Frisk to see that they were glitching. "I've ruined my entire life already. What more is there to go back to? I don't see the point if we all just die in the end."

"Then do it for Sans and Papyrus! Even if you don't have much to live up to, think about how much happier they could be to see you."

"They don't remember me. They don't know anything about me. I'm a stranger to them!"

"Sans has known you were missing! He's been trying to find a way to find you!"

"He- what?"

"Sans has been doing research. He was working with the royal scientist, Dr. Alphys! They experimented with Determination to find some way to get to the void! Don't you see he's been working his whole life to find you, and you don't even want to see him!" Frisk stopped shouting and stared at Gaster. They were breathing heavily from the sudden anger, and started to look worried. "Please... I care about him. I want to fix my mistakes. He's been through enough pain already." Frisk's entire body was glitching. They started to fade away with every second that passed. "Please..." They held out a hand towards Gaster.

He hesitated, but then looked back towards Frisk. He could see the desperation in their eyes. Gaster reached out his hand and grabbed Frisk as they both glitched away and disappeared.

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#undertale #corruptedcomic #kuraart #writing #story #gaster #sans #frisk #fanfiction #corrupted_summary #summary

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ayakashiramblings · 5 years

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Koga the Phantom Thief

Oooh, interesting! I hope I can do your idea justice! I’m so sorry for the later reply but I got a little caught up with activities and honestly, I actually wasn’t so familiar with the term phantom thief. You can PM me if the writing isn’t good or not accurate! Also, since this Sunday is Tanabata, I decided to weave in some aspects of the Star Festival.

Koga The Phantom Thief (AKA: The Time the Red Oni becomes a Blue Oni)

The Tengu also becomes fried chicken, the seer becomes blind and the instruments are very out-of-tune like a screeching Nekomata

I’m Sorry

“Heh. Sir Aoi, thy talents in the scullery are without match.”

“Yeah? Well, I wished SOMEBODY… or even better, TWO SOMEBODIES wouldn’t light a match here in front of all of us in the summer.”

In the same heated air, the intoxicating waft of fried onions, sizzling steak and coal-fired peppers drifted towards flaring nostrils. The dining table in the parlour groaned under the weight of the plethora of dishes all ready to be devoured by the famished team. Yet, even as Aoi was setting down a wooden bowl of freshly cooked rice right smack dab in the middle of the plates, a certain pair was oblivious to it all. The sheer irony of it all was that Koga had been the one to suggest going out for dinner that night while his inamorato offered up her home.

To be fair, it hadn’t escalated to anything scandalous. Mere, fleeting glances at first just subtly transforming to adorable gestures on the pretext of offering food to one another. It was only the uncomfortable whistling and marked eye avoidance from her friends that made MC rethink her stance and break eye-contact.

All she could do was hide her face in her sleeves with a mortified groan. "Oh no," she mumbled, her words muffled against thin yukata fabric. "Why didn't you say something sooner, Koga?"

"Uh…because I liked it," came his blunt reply, trying to poke MC from her clothed haven while ignoring the censorious glare he received from Aoi for that bit of honesty. As a Satori seer, even if he tried not to peer into anyone’s hearts, it was near impossible to avoid emotions running sky high. Then again, no one could really ignore them, including a certain Nekomata.

“Is it just me or has our house gotten crowded? I don’t even know if there’s enough paper now.”

“Oh! Tanzaku!”

Smirking at her squeal, Nachi started handing out the slips of the long, narrow paper for writing wishes on and small sticks of bamboo grasses. Well, at least to those conscious. He was sure Kuya wouldn’t swallow the currently fluttering paper going up and down with each snore taken.

“Lemme see something from Koga!” “Haha, no little kitty, the wish would be broken.”

“Or I could steal the wish.”

“I’d steal it back.” “Then, prove it.”

“What, no? What’s there to prove?”

“... Chicken....”

It was then tension was almost tangible within the walls of the tiny house. Thick, like a shroud, confining and oppressive and distinctly uncomfortable to the point Kuya woke up. MC would have whipped out her Kagura wand but she had a feeling no purification could stop the damage inflicted.

“... What…”

“The bird I’d eat for breakfast if there really wasn’t any dried fish?”

“... Oh, it’s on.”

As the sheer chaos unfolded, MC thought to recruit the rest of the comrades… only to find them all on the side of Nachi.

“... Has he been talking to a certain fox by any chance?” The question mark that appeared visibly atop of Kuya’s head was quickly knocked by Gaku’s snarky retort,

“I dunno, Toichiro is pretty possessive of his title of being Koga’s Headache.”

“It is almost time for a midnight patrol…” Ginnojo conceded with what could have passed off as indifference… were it not for him suddenly drawing up several maps and marking out several positions.

“This is going to beest most wondrous!” came the most mature reply from Yura.

Her last hope came in the form of Aoi but of course, he stomped all over her dreams of having a normal Star Festival.

“I’m not saying I’m doing this for what happened earlier… I’m doing this for EVERY time he did those things in my face.”

And now we can start on what could have been MC’s torture session as she found herself sighing like Aoi usually did.

By the time she had returned home from school the next day, she was in no mood to discover the chaos that had been left behind in their wake. She'd had a rough start to her day and it wasn't getting any better. MC had been late for her first class and had missed several portions of her second class due to the demanding need to banish wraiths every ten minutes for the Afternoon Patrol. To cap all of that off, her feet had begun to swell in her shoes after all that running back and forth, with, of course, a detention slip for sneaking out of classes too many times. In short, her day had been hell and, by the time she returned home, all MC wanted was to kick off her shoes and enjoy a cold glass of milk.

So she let herself into the house with a weary grunt, dropped her backpack on the floor and made an immediate beeline for her room to change because, wow, dashing around like a headless chicken was NOT a good look. As a result, she didn't immediately register anything amiss in the place. It was only after she exited the bedroom, that she realized.

She had not tripped over any mess… the entire day. Not even Nachi’s weird lizard offerings.

Her tension fairly soared off the charts as she was brought up short by stumbling upon the ghastly state of her living room. For once, she was glad her father was far away in another precinct as she swam about the chaotic mess, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"What the hell happened in here...?"

It looked as if a clothing-dessert-random-knick-knacks-and-everything bomb had detonated right in the centre. Shirts, shoes and pants were scattered all across the floor with a concentration of biss-cuts, jelly, dried fish and other treats the only things being plated delicately on the tiny tea table but surrounded with barbed wire. Upon opening various dresser drawers, she found paint supplies, several decorative fans and even toolboxes spilling out of them.

“I have finished… Mission #1.”

Of course, MC did the most natural thing in the world.

“IMMA GONNA CLOBBER YOU!!!”

Her swift strike had only been preemptively blocked by the gentlest grip an intruder could have and she whirled around to confirm her suspicions,

“Ko...ga?”

The dashing gentleman definitely had the confident gait of her boyfriend. But she had never seen such a getup in his closet before. A trim and cut tuxedo, fit with sleek fabric and a smooth collar. The shirt underneath, as pure and white as Shizuki’s snow, was crisp with excellent care. The vest was adorned with designs of complicated swirls, coloured a crimson red, nearly indistinguishable from the eyes barely hidden by a golden mask. A neatly folded tie was the same red, tucked underneath protectively. The entire arrangement was picture perfect, from the flawlessness of the suit's cloth to the shine of spotless dress shoes.

“... Were we supposed to have a date because I thought you have just finished the patrol around the Asakusa park?”

At his usual hearty chuckle, she found herself considerably relaxing as he casually explained,

“Nope, this was part of their challenge. So while patrolling with Ginnojo, I just first took… whatever Kuya surrounds himself while sleeping since he usually doesn’t care about a particular object and decided it matched the room,”

Koga only paused to hand her an actual calling card of The Phantom ‘Theif’… that was probably created by Masanobu. As if the glitter, scratchy handwriting, bad spelling and random car stickers pasted all over wasn’t evident enough, her beau continued,

“, Then I met Masanobu who was kind enough to make cards with Aoi’s art supplies which I took while I used a lady disguise to distract Oji to distract Aoi who was busy squabbling with Oji.”

“, Then, of course, as we went to Ginnojo’s place after that 5 minute separation period, I swiped out his books with Kuya’s empty ones.”

“Wait, you did all of that in 5 minutes?”

“Yup, and finally, your house, when I knew there was an ice-cream truck outside to distract Yura and Gaku. Except that ice-cream truck was my carriage and that whole line was Masanobu’s friends that helped me out after I won a game of tag while I took their things. The only reason why they’re last is that I wanted to see you after school.”

Before his smirk and MC’s blush could fully burn her entire face, an infuriated feline stomped into their space, practically spitting out a scroll at Koga’s feet and longingly eying the dried fish before hissing out,

“Well done, Phantom Theif. You have finished your first task, BUT there is one more before you are deemed worthy.”

“... Nachi… he has seen you as a cat. Also, you’re talking in that voice you use to intimidate a butterfly.”

“AHEM! You… will need to steal… yours and MC’s wishes.”

“Alright, Kuya’s first.” Koga announced with a sweep of his cape. That grand flourish and declaration earned little more than an eyebrow raised by the Onmyoji.

“Kuya? As in the one who just woke up apparently according to Nachi grumbling earlier?”

All he did was wave her concern away as they continued their pursuit, barely making a sound.

“He’s probably the one hiding to nap and give orders. And where better than here?”

The place he had taken her turned out to be the Twelve Stories Tower. While the streets were normally crowded, only a scattered few passers-by wandered now and then - perhaps due to the ridiculously late hour. She gazed around the interior column of the brick tower. She certainly didn’t remember the viewing platform being this high up… or maybe it was the fact Koga was somehow strolling along, even skipping. Thank goodness he had reached a hand to help her up the last steps. When the climb was finished, Koga’s theory had proven to be true upon spotting a familiar pair of black wings.

What was unfamiliar was the detective coat he sported, although MC wondered if he was properly wearing or it had been shoved down his head by a certain seer.

“Geh, this sucks. Whatever, here…” was all Kuya said… before he gave them the biggest smirk MC had ever seen on his usually tired face.

With a flick of his wrist and a snap of a fan, a large twister descended upon the three, carrying the two slips of paper expertly into nimble hands that snatched them away. In a dizzying swirl of water, Ginnojo rode on his tsunami far away from them.

“Great, it’s in the most dangerous detective’s hands…” was all she heard from Koga before he, ever-the-fool, launched himself straight towards the Mizuchi Dragon.

Somehow, they remained suspended in the air long enough to exchange a few blows so furious that MC would have remained gawking were it not for her senses returning to her, dashing down the stairs… but not before grabbing Kuya’s coat… and covering the tengu who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of it all.

Of course, just as Koga had tugged off the detective’s coat from Ginnojo, the silent warrior had to toss them to the unexpected pair... or was it more accurate to say duet? Either way, Gaku's resounding strike of his drums had enabled his brother to snatch away the papers.

“Prepareth to square! I needeth to avenge mine own fallen dess'rts!”

To MC's surprise, she had caught up with the duelling ayakashi, but only because they stopped to have some exaggerated battle moves she had only witnessed on kabuki nights with Toichiro and Shizuki. It was becoming a tad ridiculous and MC really didn't want to waste her energy chasing them so she took her time. Eventually, Nachi, the very instigator, and Aoi came strolling along, her pet stating the obvious,

"OK... This... Is somehow embarrassing."

"Yeah? Wonder who suggested this?" was both Aoi and MC’s reply.

As the time limit was... still not approaching fast enough, somewhere in the midst of the struggle, the papers landed on the road... just as a carriage trotted by.

It was as if a sudden nuke stopped the war.

"Um..."

"Koga, may I suggest thou prostate with a sincere apology at hand?"

"W-what? But I'm not the only one to blame!"

"W-we'll apologise.. just, after you."

And then, she snapped.

“All. Of. You. Inside. NOW!”

So there they were, sitting formally with their backs ramrod straight. MC was honestly just using a cat teaser but to them, it was the whip of discipline as they all waited, as falling into formation. Gently but with the fire still burning in her pink eyes, she prodded each one of them on the shoulders until she reached the twins,

“Now, can anyone tell me why I’m mad? Yura?”

“Is't because I am the oldest h're?”

“Er, technically, I’m just as old as you are, brother.”

“As the oldest, you two should have known better!” “You, Kuya!” “... I should have slept more?”

“Exactly!”

“Aoi! Ginnojo!”

“... We made use of our powers.”

“I mean if you hadn’t lost your wish as well… oops…”

“Why, Nachi, why? It’s all your fault anyway!”

“I just wanted to enjoy my afternoon, dusk and midnight nap.”

Once again, the blame game was being played and MC slammed her bell wand against the table.

“SHUT IT! It’s all of your faults and everyone has to take responsibility! Didn’t anyone teach you not to mess with dreams, of all things?”

And then the lecture continued, with her even bringing over a chalkboard and placing the dunce cap on the stoic Ginnojo. By the time she had gotten to her 23rd point, there was a still lot more she wanted to say but allowed Koga to signal to the others,

“We all know what to do, men.”

Together, they all bowed,

“FORGIVE US!”

Rolling her eyes but finally smiling, she nodded… before abruptly producing two very, very familiar tanzaku.

“So… here are our wishes, Koga.”

As she gently patted them into a starstruck oni’s shaking hands and was leaving the others to gape like fishes, her last words were,

“Please boys, you could be the Phantom Theif or detectives with some cool cloaks but I’m a refined lady who wisely wished to win. Y’all were doomed from the start when the only thing really stolen was her heart.”

It was at that moment Koga knew: He had to steal a wedding ring.

Epilogue

He didn’t. But he did buy one.

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi: romance reborn #ayakashi rr #ayakashirr #voltage inc #request #koga kitamikado #koga X MC #kuya #ginnojo #nachi #yura #gaku

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thebestofoneshots · 5 years

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Blue spray paint is the new black

Pairings: Bucky Barbes x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: In which you don’t want to ask your attractive neighbour for help but you end up being force to and then, because the world conspires against you or maybe on your favour , you have to hang out with him for the rest of the day

Note: Finally managed to finish a new one

You fumbled with the blue cap of the spray paint can for like the Tenth time in a row and then proceeded to throw the can to the sofa and groaned. More because you knew what you had to do to solve the problem but your “strong independent woman that doesn’t need no man” mentality dreaded the idea of walking out your very comfortable apartment to ask your neighbour for help. You grabbed the can one last time, trying to open it with a knife to no avail.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly walked out leaving your apartment’s door opened as you wouldn’t even take long and going all the way to your room to get keys seemed so unnecessary.

Walking through the hall you stopped a door away from you. Trying to convince yourself that you weren’t betraying yourself by asking your neighbour for help and that if there was a woman that did weights or something in your building you’d go there first. You didn’t like asking for help all that much. Reluctantly you knocked on his door and waited tapping your foot on the floor for a few minutes before he finally opened the door. Looking as attractive as always, something you quickly shoved to the back of your head “Hello Doll, what’s brought you to my apartment?”

You looked down for a bit, bitting your lip still reluctant to ask for help, eventually, you gave in remembering that you really, really wanted to paint that bloody thing blue, without looking up you handed him the bottle, looking miserable “I need help to open it up.” You didn’t look for a bit, until you heard him, already fumbling with the can.

“I think Doll, you’re just finding excuses to see me,” he smirked.

“As if,” you rolled your eyes at him. Not that it was an excuse but if it had been, it would’ve been a really good one “If anyone else’s been around here, I’d ask them first.”

He finally opened it. “Damnit, they gave it to me without the spray thingy, imma have to go change it!” You complained.

“Don’t you have another can? Maybe you can borrow that one’s spray dispenser for a bit.”

“Woah, James. That’s actually a good idea, look at you, you’ve made a breakthrough.”

“Very funny (Y/N).”

“I’ll go get it, wait here” you walked to your apartment and looked for the spray can and took it’s dispenser to use it in the blue one, tripping over something as you were going out and using your door to stop you from completely falling. You took a deep breath and then walked out again, towards James’ apartment door.

“Everything all right doll?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He had probably heard you fall.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” You answered ad if you had no clue “here,” you handed him the little dispenser.

He started to put it in the can, but somehow he used too much strength and something went wrong.

You got sprayed with the bottle and after he took off the spray dispenser do try and stop it from going everywhere the can just kept throwing paint and he got painted too. His face and all of his clothes. Just as much as you or even more. He sank the can on to his white shirt to stop it from staining the whole building.

He looked at you with an apologetic face. Furrowing his brows and pulling puppy eyes.

You breathed in deeply, it wasn't his fault but now you'd have to buy a new one and the idea of you going out was annoying since you planned to watch Netflix the whole day.

”It’s not your fault James. Thanks anyway,” you said grabbing the now empty can and walking towards your door. Leaving him stunned since he expected for you to scream at him or something.

He closed his door and started looking at the mess he had become. No longer than a few seconds passed ’till he heard the door again. Opening it to reveal you again. Still filled with paint but looking even more defeated. Admittedly, you looked cute. Not that he would admit it

He raised his brows giving you a questioning look.

”I’m locked out, didn't bring my keys since I thought I was only gonna be here for a second while you took the cap off that can, I’d left the door opened. The air must have closed it”

He thought of making a joke about you making up even more excuses to see him, but thought you might walk out, even filled with paint to go somewhere else rather than with him if he pushed you too far, so he simply opened the door to let you in.

”Nice place,” you said as you walked inside of his apartment for the first time ”I like the decoration.”

”T’Challa helped,” he explained. That was one of his friends, you had met some of them while walking through your building. Everyone always seems to mistake his apartment for yours so he had all of his friends knocking on your door before his.

You were about to sit on one of his chairs before he stopped you, by grabbing one of your hands and your waist to lift you to the side.

”Wouldn’t it be a good idea to bathe first??” he asked with a smile.

You furrowed your brows bit your lips and remembered how you were covered in paint.

”Most likely yeah,” you agreed.

”I’ll see if there's anything you can wear,” he said and walked up the stairs towards what you assumed was his room. Meanwhile, you looked around his apartment, it was the same size as yours but it seemed more spacious and had a way better view. His wasn't covered by a big advertisement and had a good view of the city. The apartment looked expensive in general, maybe it was the colours he had chosen. After a while, he came back. He gave you a towel and a neatly folded flannel on top.

“I don’t have any bottoms that would fit you so I chose the longest shirt I have. So you can use it as a dress.”

“Thanks,” You gave him a smile and he directed you to the bathroom.

You had a hard time washing off the paint from your skin. You considered the clothes you had been wearing almost a loss, maybe for sleeping, you thought, after you washed the smell off though. Once out you grabbed the same underwear you had been wearing before since it wasn’t stained and you didn’t really have much of an option and then threw the flannel on top. It was actually a good length. It covered what it had to cover and a few inches more. You weren’t sure it was such a good idea to raise your arms but other than that, it seemed fine. You walked out and Bucky was nowhere to be seen, you assumed he was bathing too.

You texted your best friend, Annie, to see if she could come over with her copy of the keys. She replied she was not in town, to which you felt like an idiot because she’d told you she was travelling on the weekend.

You then started calling all of the locksmith you found online, but they were either busy or didn’t work on Sundays. You groaned and threw your phone to the side of the sofa you’d been sitting on after calling the last one on the google list.

“You ok?” Asked Bucky who was still drying his long hair with a towel. You thanked the gods he was actually wearing a shirt. Even if it was that thin and you could see almost too clearly his very well shaped form. You weren’t drooling, but without that shirt you might have been.

“No, absolutely no blacksmith seems to be available today and my money and purse are inside my apartment,” you breathed out “I’m sleeping on the streets tonight,” you said trying to prepare yourself mentally.

“You can stay if you want,” he said if it was nothing “We can order something for dinner and you can sleep over, the sofa is quite comfortable. You can take my bed.”

You gave him a honest smile “Thanks Bucky!” You never called him like that, not even when he introduced himself. You always called him James just to bother him. Hearing his name, what he considered HIS name coming from your lips, felt good “Though I’m not taking your bed. I’ll be fine on the sofa,” you smiled. “It really is comfortable.”

He smiled and let out a light hearted laugh, he loved, how, besides his particular evident difference you were never scared of him nor pitied him. You saw him as any other normal guy, even if he had a metallic arm. “What do you want to eat?”

You furrowed your brows and shrugged “I have no clue. What do you usually order?”

“Sushi?” He asked.

“I love sushi,” you smiled and looked on your phone for your favourite sushi place. “Come and take a look at te menu,” you said and he walked behind you and bent down to lower his head to the side of yours to be able to see the the phone screen. Which such closeness you could feel his hair tingling your ear and smell his cologne.

“(Y/N)!” He brought you back “What were you thinking?”

“Ummm... just debating on what to order, I’m never good at choosing what to eat at restaurants,” you invented, though it was actually real.

“Oh, well, I’d like the California roll and the New York,” he said pointing at them on your menu.

You wrote his things and your to go roll on the device and placed the order since they had your credit card and you could pay straight from your phone.

“How much is it going to be?” He asked taking his wallet out. To which you denied with your head.

“I’m paying, you’re already letting me sleep in your house. I’m not making you pay for dinner too,” you told him “plus, it’s already payed.”

He though of insisting on giving you the cash but you looked like you weren’t going to accept the money anyway so he eventually gave up.

“Have you seen Bandersnach?” You asked him then.

“Nope.”

“Oh, we have to watch it. That’s what I was planning on doing today, it’s supposed to be an interactive movie. I’ve been wanting to watch it since I heard of it.”

“Sound like a plan,” he smiled “I’ll make popcorns, you can put it on Netflix.”

The sushi arrived about thirty minutes in the film and you discussed on who should get it since you both were way to invested. You ended up pausing it and dividing tasks. You went to get the sushi and he’d prepare the drinks.

You ate as peacefully as it was physically possible with the movie and the tension that it caused and finished it. It was still early so you decided to watch another movie. This time picking Gravity. It wasn’t no more than 30 or 40 minutes in the film that the two of you fell asleep. Your head resting on his shoulder and his head on yours.

He woke up when the credit scene started to roll and saw that you were profoundly sleep over his shoulders, so he carefully laid you down on the sofa and went to get some blankets for you. He tucked you in and walked up to his room.

Mid way through the night you heard someone complaining. Almost crying. You furrowed your brows and quickly perked your ears to pay attention. What if someone got in? You though. So you silently stood up and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Walking carefully to where the sound came from. You knew how to defend yourself and you were going to use your training if necessary. But when you arrived to James room, the one complaining was himself. And not only was he complaining but he was also asleep. A nightmare. You though.

You left the knife on the side and walked towards his bed. Attempting to wake him up.

“Hey James” you said softly “James, wake up darling. Is just a dream...” you bit your lip “Hey Bucky.”

He opened his eyes abruptly, grabbing your hand with serious strength as if you were a threat. He was still half asleep and nearly terrified.

“James, it’s me (Y/N). It’s ok, it was just a dream” he slowly let go and you rubbed your hand. You realised it had been his metal hand to grab you. That’s why I had been so strong.

“Crap Doll, Did I hurt you?” He asked with worry.

“I’m fine Buck,” you said looking at your hand one last time and the turning to him with a smile “You were having a nightmare.”

“Thanks for waking me up,” he smiled at you “I often have to sit trough the entire story.”

“I though someone had gotten in. I actually came in with a knife on hand” you laughed at how ridiculous and likely unthreatening you must have looked.

“So you were here to save me?” He asked with a fun smile.

“If it had been on the schedule to save the damsel in distress I guess I would have totally saved your ass,” you smiled.

“Just because I have long hair I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“That’s exactly why you are,” you smiled. Then you heard a knock on the door. It made no sense since it was 3 am. You furrowed your brows and he stood up. Walking in front of you towards the door. When he opened the door you saw his friend, Steve, who you also knew for knocking in your apartment first.

You furrowed your brows. Maybe it was a drunk call? You remembered that one time you somehow, hammered got to Annie’s house. She laughed a lot at first but then helped you survive.

“Buck, I need your help. I’ve been shot,” you heard him say. That, you didn’t expect at all. That’s when you walked to James’ side and Steve acknowledged you. “I’m sorry, didn’t know you had company,” he gave him a look.

“It not like that!” the two of you proceeded to explain way to fast, to what he gave you a look. You then saw that Steve had something in his hand. If he had been indeed shot by someone. You reached for it.

“No wait—“ Steve exclaimed but it was too late, you already had it in your hand. And you were admiring it.

“What a fantastic Captain America shield” you said as you admired it. It looked so real almost as if... that’s when 2 + 2 made sense. “Holly shit, you ARE Captain America!” and then you looked at James. Metal arm? Friends with the cap. “And you must be the winter soldier,” you said looking at Bucky, no scared, but rather with curiosity. You had read their story online, you’d never believe he was your neighbour though.

“No, that...”

“Don’t try to trick me, it’s obvious.”

“Hope you trust this girl,” Steve said to Bucky.

“She won’t tell,” he said looking at you. Not threateningly but trustingly.

You nodded “Your secret is safe with me.”

Bucky proceeded to help Steve out with your help and he laid on the sofa and fell asleep. You weren’t gonna complain about it but now you didn’t have where do sleep. So you sat on the kitchen counter and started drinking a bit of water.

“Hey, you can take my room. I’ll stay here,” he offered.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“You literally saw Captain America’s secret identity. If that’s not intruding I don’t know what is,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry. If’d been able to open that goddam can by me you could still have your secret life secret.”

“It’s fine. At least now I have someone to talk about it with,” you smiled “Come on, take my bed, I’m seriously ok with i.t”

You were indecisive, but your sleepy self was almost driving you up in autopilot. He won the fight. “I guess is all right. But, where will you sleep?”

“On the floor?” He shrugged “I’ve been in worst places.”

You didn’t want him to sleep on the floor. But if you took his bed. He would have to sleep on the floor. Because his sofa was occupied. You weren’t sure on sharing a bed either. You had almost just befriended him. Though, you remembered you hadn’t minded the closeness when you were watching the movies.

“I... uh.... I guess we could share your bed?”

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Of what?”

“My story, the winter soldier.”

“Will you try and kill me?” You asked.

“No”

“Then what should I worry about?”

He shrugged. How come you weren’t even slightly scared of him. Everyone was. Even some of the Avengers had their reserves.

“Well then, let’s go!” You smiled and walked to his room. Dropping on one of the sides of the bed and drifting asleep even before he got on the bed. Your phone ringing woke you up.

Annie was ringing you “Hey, where are you? I’m outside your apartment to open the door”

“Going outside,” was your answer. You looked for Bucky who was soundly sleep by your side. You smiled looking at how innocent he looked and looked for some pen and paper to leave him a note. You went down the stairs and looked at the other soundly asleep superhero. Who would have though you’d one day sleep under the same roof as Captain America.

You walked out side and met with Annie.

“You were at your hot neighbour’s?” She asked and then took a look at you clothes “and your wearing his clothes!” She got excited.

“Is not what you think!” You followed to say. “It’s all a goddamned spray paint can’s fault.”

“Tell me the whole thing!”

~•~

His eyes slowly fluttered open. He hadn’t sleep such a peaceful night since... since well, since before the winter soldier. He turned to where you slept. Secretly hoping to find you still asleep but he was a little disappointed when he saw the lack of someone, on the side of his bed. A note placed over the pillow you had slept in.

He unfolded the note and started to read:

Sorry to leave without telling. Didn’t wanna seem like an ungrateful guest by just leaving but you where sleeping so peacefully that waking you up seemed like a terrible idea. Tell Steve he has nothing to worry about. I won’t tell anyone. I had a great time! Seriously, I mean, aside from Gravity that totally knocked me out. Thanks for not letting me in the streets after getting locked out. I owe you one!

Much love,

(Y/N)

He smiled while reading the note, and laid it on the side of his bed hesitantly standing up.

As he served himself a glass of orange juice Steve walked towards the kitchen counter.

“Please give me one too,” his voice was still tired, more from his injury than his probably terrible sleep. He handed in the one he was pouring and served himself another one. “You like her,” Steve said out of nowhere.

“What are you talking about?” He replied playing confused.

“James, you barely even let people in your house, let alone someone other than your closest friends in your room. And that’s after they begged to see how T’Challa decorated it. And yet, you let her sleep on your bed?”

~•~

You were watching TV when someone knocked on your door. You stood up and walked towards it.

“Hey, James!” You smiled when you saw him.

“Um, you left these at mine, thought of bringing them. They’re clean now. Couldn’t get the blue out though. I guess you could say it’s the fashion now.”

“Well yeah, get sprayed by a blue can of paint is the new black, didn’t you know?” He laughed “All though,” You smiled cockily “Maybe YOU, are just looking for excuses to see me.”

“Perhaps...” he smiled “I’m here to charge you that movie you owe me.”

“Sound like a plan,” you smiled “just make sure you brought your keys!”

The two of you laughed and walked inside your house together to watch a movie.

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auntmaydoesnotknow · 5 years

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how long did we sleep?

A/N: i know it’s not perfect but i tried and this is my first fic by the way🖖🏻

Summary: after trip to Europe,you and your friends team up to celebrate MJ’s birthday,but something between her and Peter isn’t the same

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: not so massive Far From Home spoilers i guess???

You weren’t the type of girl who desired to be popular in school. You liked staying after lessons to study in a computer class or practice in labs to check some of your designs . Despite that,you were a real badass. You liked sneaking out at nights to go to the parties or hang out with your friends. You enjoyed Central Park at night time more therefore you were stargazing there almost every night. You liked staying in the hidden place in the library until the very late hours to be able to read in silence and absence of others and then exiting through the broken window.And you also really appreciated your family and loved spending time with them.

You knew you were hard to understand but you didn’t need anyone to do it or tell you compliments.

You hear the bell ring and rush towards the hall to the bathroom.

She is never late so she must be in the class already and you have some time before you meet her.the teacher will probably be annoyed at you for being late again but you decide to finish what’s more important to you right now.

You put the cup of coffee and your bag on the bathroom sink.

“I am very very very sorry” - you write on the inner side of the book cover you bought for your best friend - “Sorry i became your friend only a year ago. You’re the bestest friend i ever had. It’s a fact. And imma be late for the physics class but i’m just hoping your smile would be worth it. MJ,thank you for being glowing,smart af,genuine,indescribable and rEaL friend for me. i love you”

You take a black ink pen to add some hearts and write a post scriptum

“P.s. i was searching for this book a lot for you and i hope you love it”

you close the book,lace it with a black ribbon and write on a coffee cup “happy birthday,hmmmmMJ”

You and MJ. Your friendship started as unexpectedly as you saw her reading your favorite book at the party.You approached to her and that was the moment you both felt something new - how do they call it?oh yes - soulmates thing.

You two are literally soulmates - MJ sees you through and understands you perfectly,you do the same. You’ve changed a lot since you became MJ’s friend and you’re pretty sure this change was an improvement.

You put the book in the bag,take the coffee and catch a glimpse of your reflection - girl in the mirror smiled and was looking excited about making her friend happy.

You leave the bathroom and examine the hall in search of the principle. Your eyes didn’t find anybody so you start quickly heading to the class at the same time checking on your watch.

Well,I’m late for just 3 minutes,I can praise mysel-

The moment after you look at the time once again,you bump into someone and close your eyes as you feel like the cap from the coffee cup has fallen down.

You silently swear and pray it’s not principle. You open your eyes and see Peter’s perplexed face and chuckle.

“God damn Peter watch yourself”You smile pretending to be mad at him and raise free arm to hug him.

You and Peter. You two got very close as you started hanging out with MJ. At first,you knew Peter as a boy MJ was at one Decathlon team at,than the boy she seemed to have feelings for and only then you got to know him personally when he and mj started dating.

He appeared to be very cute and kind-hearted and you couldn’t deny he was attractive to you. But you knew he was already into SoMeOnE and SoMeOnE was also kinda attracted. Generally, you got to know him in Europe trip and generally,the same time he and Michelle confessed their feelings to each other. They started dating bu you remained good friends and so did you,Ned and Peter. Ned and you were pretty sure there was something Parker and MJ were hiding about their relationship that might have happened between them but you didn’t demand to know about it.

Oh and you knew Peter was Spiderman. To be honest,you were not surprised as you and MJ have noticed his strange behavior a long ago but when he confessed it to you everything became explainable.

Parker hugs you back and sets the coffee cap back to the cup. When he holds you close,you can feel his chest moving fast and you can tell he was in a hurry. Again.

“Is everything okay?”You ask softly as you make sure the coffee hasn’t been spilt.

“Yeah,I just missed a bus”He smiles and fixes his hair. and you wish you could run your fingers through these curls as they were the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. But there was already someone else who had the right to do it. And being aware of that made you shiver inside every time.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been running your way to school” you playfully frown

Peter imitates he rolled his eyes and asks you if your gift was ready.

“It is and it’s all cool to talk but we seem to be late” You answer with a smile on your face

“Yeah yeah sure”

His hand suddenly touches yours while you walk towards the class next to each other. You can feel your heart skip a beat and wonder why you even feel this. Peter looks at you without turning his head but you pretend to stay calm and look straight . And that’s why you can’t notice slight blush on Peter’s face and a little sparkle in his eyes.

——————

You open the class door,apologize to the teacher and quickly take your place next to MJ. You wink to Ned and look at the birthday girl. She is sitting still but you can tell by her smile she is glad to see you. You carefully pass her the coffee and watch her eyes shimmer and smile widen as she reads the words written on the cup.

“Happy birthday, cutie” You say and blow her a kiss

She chuckles and whispers quite thank you when Peter rushes into the class according to your plan which included not to show up to the class late together.

“I-I’m sorry,Mr.Clark,I was late for the bus so I -”

“Stop excuses,Mr.Parker,and take your place,We’re all used to your lateness. As much as we are used to Y/N’s one” The teacher looks at you and you silently pray he’s not going to say what he was going to say

“I think it’s time for you both to pay for your morning sleep and stay after the lessons”He sentences

“No!” You both blurt”Please not today,maybe tomorrow?it’s very important ,we can’t stay today,please!”Mr.Clark stops Peter’s begging with shaking his head and continues the lesson.

You press your palms to your face and sigh deeply,then you look at Peter who seems to be as disappointed as you and finally,MJ.

She looks a bit worried but whispers”Don’t worry,we can figure it out”

As the lessons ends,you stand up quickly and hug Michelle. “I’m really sorry” you say pitifully “But I think Peter and I can skip today’s detention,right?” You look at Peter and he nods at once after placing Mj a kiss on her cheek.

“No,no,guys,you don’t have to”Michelle says “I wanted to tell you that my “party”(she imitates quotes) is being put off”

“What?”Ned says loudly

“Yeah,my parents want to spend time with me. I’m not saying we’re not having fun today. I’m just suggesting you to meet 2 hours later. Will you be able to?”

Three of you nod and you sigh with relief.

“Okay,I’m going to French and you boys better buy your gift already”

MJ chuckles and Peter slightly kicks your shoulder when you walk by.

—————————-

When the lessons are over,you meet MJ to make sure if everything okay and then head to detention room.

Peter is already sitting there and you sit next to him. He smiles when he sees you and you smile back and feel really warm inside.

You open the bag and show him the pack of sour patch. Parker grins and tries to quietly move his desk close to yours.

There is no one else but almost sleeping teacher in the room so you two start talking loudly about your favorite movies and end up finding out that your mutual favorite film was «Men in Black».

You chuckle “Yeah and I really didn’t want J to erase K’s memory”

«I know,that was unexpected. Um,Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to team up this weekend and kinda rewatch the trilogy?”

“Movie night at Parker’s?Sure,sounds cool”it does sounds cool and all but you hesitate about what mj was going to say

“Sure?” He asks a bit shyly

“Sure as hell!” You smile and pretend to look at your phone to hide your excitement

Then you frown and ask like it’s not something you do care about but deep in your heart you know you do “Should i tell MJ and Ned?”

Peter keeps silence for a second and then says while running his fingers through his hair nervously

“A-Actually I thought - I thought they don’t like this movie”

You look at him and smile,then nod and check on time while the heat is rising from your toes to your head and then fills your whole body with excitement and you smile again,even wider now.

“Hey,I guess we’re free” He tells you pointing at the teacher who is already asleep. You eat the last sour patch bear and stand up quietly.

——-

You and Peter live not really far from each other,that’s why he decided to walk you to your house. You have never been at Peter’s and he has not visited your house yet but he often walked you to the doors and hugged you and this cuddles could lift you up for the rest of the day. Today was not an exception. You agreed to meet in half an hour to go to MJ’s place together.

When you come in,you hear the smell of melting cheese and go to kitchen to kiss your mom. You warn her that tonight’s MJ’s birthday and you’re going to be late.

She nods and gives you a sandwich that you bite as you go to your room. You choose to wear something casual so youtake off your Y/F/C(your favorite color) hoodie and put on Y/P/C(your preferred color)tie-die t-shirt and jeans(idk whatever u like to imagine)

The gift for MJ is still in your bag and you take it as you go to the bathroom.

———

When it’s time to meet up with Peter,Ned and Betty you all get a message from MJ that the picnic you have planned is still in you schedule so you guys start heading to her house.

Betty was your another close friend,though not as close as any of the guys. She was super nice and cute and that’s why Ned extremely liked her. You could tell Ned has changed a lot to the better and that was an obvious sign of the good impact of the relationships for you.

While you’re in the subway,you teach Ned how to do the hand sign(🖖🏻) from Star Trek and once you looked at Peter,he was always looking at you. You thought to yourself you were overthinking and try to forget this. Every time you wanted to think he really felt something for you,you couldn’t help but feeling guilty for doing this to Mj’s boyfriend. So you tried to wash these thoughts away.

When you get to the destination,you see MJ waving to you with the bag full of food. She looked very happy and it made you even happier. As you see her,you run to her and hug her and everyone else does the same as they approach.

———

When you settle down your picnic rug on the grass under the tree next to Michelle’s apartment and set all the beverages and snacks,Betty clears her throat and says enthusiastically “Time for presents”

MJ stands up and you beat your knees with your hands. “Should I start?” You ask everyone and when they nod,you go on

“Michelle,it’s my first your birthday and I’m glad I’m here with unbelievable you and you guys. Um, I’ve never had a friend like you,yeah,and speeches are definitely not my cup of tea,but i know for sure, that you are great,beautiful and kind person and you deserve everything you think you don’t and more”

You see her smiling and lean closer to hug her and whisper in her ear quite “I love you” and she nods with the happiness in your eyes and it’s the best thing you have ever seen.

Everyone else congratulated MJ with their gifts and hugged her and everyone was joyful. But there was one thing that bothered you - when Peter and Ned were embracing Michelle,you could notice that Parker hugged her differently. Not the way he hugged you. When you two were hugging,he was holding you tight and for a long time. His hug with MJ seemed way shorter but you decided not to overthink again. But it kept bothering you throughout the night.

———-

During the party,you were eating fruits,listening to music and talking about some stupid things. You saw MJ happy and you felt admired by how happiness suits her face.

Somebody suggested taking polaroids so you all were changing poses while some tourist was making photos. He made about 20 different polaroids and you decided that MJ is going to take them home to choose and then give some of them to her friends.

——-

When the sun set,you started packing things to go up at MJ’s apartment and have a movie night.

You discussed everyone’s wishes and decided to binge-watch first season of Stranger Things.

You settled blankets,pillows and snacks on the floor and Ned put on the show.

You were sitting between Betty and MJ,Peter was sitting on the left side to MJ.

You loved the atmosphere that was in the room and looked down to pick up another nacho and expected to witness MJ and Peter holding hands as they did as often as possible. But to your surprise they weren’t. Moreover,they were not even leaning closer to each other which made you wonder.

In 15 minutes,Ned saw Betty yawning and suggested changing positions for her to lay down comfortably. You appeared to sit next to Peter and MJ which made your nerves tingle. Michelle took the polaroids from her pocket and started checking which of them were good. Parker offered you the last nacho in the bag and when you perplexedly accepted it he got up and approached the trash can in the corner of the room to throw the empty packs.

Suddenly, you feel MJ grab your wrist and pulling you with her

“Don’t pause the episode,we’ll be right back” she said happily while taking you with her out of the room and closing the door.

“Um,is everything okay?” You ask looking puzzled

“Even better! Let me tell you something” Michelle took you to the kitchen and you sat on the counter still wondering what on earth made MJ leave her favorite show playing.

“So”she started excitedly “I was browsing through polaroids we took and found this”

She handed you the picture of five of you standing in front of MJ’s house while hugging each other. It was taken the moment you noticed Ned’s hat wasn’t his,but Mr.Harrington’s and he changed them by incident so all of you were laughing. It was really pure but you still didn’t get what MJ so head over heels

And then

You laid your eyes on Peter. He wasn’t standing next to you,but he was looking at you. When everyone was looking at camera,he was looking at you. The wind was playing with his curly wonderful hair,the warm smile lit his face and his eyes were directed at you. Was it affection inside them? Love? You didn’t know

But was eager to.

“MJ,this pic is awesome and I look less gross than always here but what is it supposed to mean?”

“Look,things weren’t good for me and Pete lately” she joined you on the counter and put her hand on your lap “We both don’t think we should continue pretending to be a couple when we’re not anymore.”

“What? Uh,does it mean...?”

“Yeah,it’s over” she said with no drop of disappointment on her face,but joy

“But...but why? What happened? Did he hurt you?”

“No,no calm down” MJ chuckled “I’m just not that into him anymore. And when i talked to him,he confessed the same. I mean”she continued seeing your perplexed face “we mean a lot to each other but it doesn’t work the same way it did. It’s fine,really,we both moved on.”

“Wait-You too?”

“Yeah,i got someone,but,nevermind,it’s not what we are talking about”

“And while you’re thinking it over” she leaned closer to you “ I don’t see a point in hiding your feelings for him anymore”

“No way we’re talking about this again” you raised your hands in your defense “You broke up and how can you know he’s not hurt and doesn’t want you back and- and how can you know he wants someone else? Someone else but you?” You asked more seriously

“Because the eyes,Y/N. They never lie” she winked at you and told to keep the polaroid to yourself

You wanted to stop her but she was already gone with a wide smile on her face.

You covered your face with your hands and smiled inside them like in a pillow. Then you jumped off the counter and headed to the room with Michelle’s words pulsing in your temples.

————

You opened the door and saw Betty and Ned snoring on each other’s shoulders. MJ was telling something to Peter as his eyes widened and a wide smile appeared on his face.

You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes which you used to erase the blush from your cheeks.

You walked in and Peter stood up the moment you closed the door.

“I-I,ugh-I remember we planned spending the night in here and I’m sticking to the plan,I just need to go out for a second or two to buy coffee,I don’t feel so good(*) and I guess fresh air and coffee is the only thing I need right now,huh” You tried to look calm and even tried to chuckle but ended up having a flimsy grin on your face. “Do-do you mind?” You asked,more to MJ,not trying to look Peter straight in his eyes. “I can buy coffee for every one so we can survive the night?”

Pathetic. Your main rule was to never look pathetic and that was exactly how you looked. At least you thought so

“Yeah,sure,no problem. I’ll text you then which coffee guys would want to.” Michelle saw you through. She knew you just wanted to leave for a minute to calm your nerves and she understood you.

You smiled to her and forced yourself to smile to Parker,then left the apartment with nothing but your phone and hoodie Peter gave you as it was cold outside.

————-

You were sitting in front of the coffee shop for 10 minutes now,trying to analyze everything. You didn’t know what made you so nervous but you felt like it was bursting inside of you and you couldn’t help it. You felt even more pathetic for leaving although your motto was to never run from the problems but face them. But tonight you felt like it was necessary for you to take a break from being powerful and independent.

You took a sip of the night air,looked up at the stars and realized how small and shitty your problems were and suddenly you calmed down.

If Peter likes you,then he will do something himself. You like him for forever but never noticed any signs of mutual attention. You craved him for so long and he always craved someone else. You told yourself that if you feel like it tonight,you will tell him. Tell him about it and then probably jump out of the window and disappear. Or lock yourself in the bathroom. Yes. The latter would work.

You chuckled and walked into the shop with joy on your face.

“Um,I’ll have two capuccinos,two lattes and one iced coffee with double ice,please”

“Double ice?” Barista grinned

“Yeah,I kinda like the cold”

“Twenty four fifty” the barista claimed

“Sure,her-“

“I’ll pay” you hear the voice behind your back

“Pete?” You frown and smile to the awesome cute hot curly chocolate boy in front of you

“Hey” he rubs the back of his neck,while he’s in a black t-shirt that shows his muscles “Do you feel better?”

“I think so. I like to think this happened because i had too much fun today”

“Then this should happen to me every time I’m with you”

You blinked and felt the burning desire to hug him really hard.

Instead,you smiled and with hesitations ran your fingers through his hair.

He looked at you with admiration and gently grabbed your wrist.

“I- I really think we need to talk”

“Yeah-yeah, we do”you burst out laughing

——————

You walked out of the coffeeshop and he stopped you by tapping your shoulder.

“Look,Y/N,I-“

“I like you,Pete” you interrupted and was brave enough to look into his eyes “I’ve been acting so pathetic lately but it’s just because I couldn’t keep it from you any longer.You’re the sweetest boy I ever met. I like your crazy hair that you hate. I love our hugs because they make my days.Your smile is like actually the best smile ever” you laughed and continued “You’re a genius,you’re so smart,you’re kind-hearted,you help people and you’re just you. That’s why I like you. Yes, I like you. And it doesn’t mean you should tell me you like me back as i don’t want your words to be fake. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way and I would gladly stay your friend for the rest of my life” you finished and took a sip of coffee to regain bravery.

Peter looked at you with sparks in his brown eyes and smile on his lips and started

“I like you too,Y/N, a lot. Thank you for telling me all of this but- You’re not pathetic,being yourself and having emotions and feelings isn’t pathetic,alright? ”

You nodded

“I extremely like you and I’m being 100% genuine to you. I’ve never met anyone like you”

and before you could understand it,he kissed you

Peter Parker kissed you and you never knew you needed it that much.

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You came to MJ’s apartment holding hands and none of you ever wanted to let this moment slip away.

When MJ saw you two she smiled and made an impression of fainting. You laughed and hugged her whispering “thank you so much for making me do this step”

“Me? yes,it was me,will you make me your bridesmaid?”

You continued watching the episode laying on Peter’s shoulder and holding his hand. He seemed carried away by the joy of finally being with someone he truly loved.

He kissed your temple right when sleeping couple of Ned and Betty on the right stood up

“Wait,how much did we sleep?”

#tom holland #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman far from home #spiderman

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specialmindz · 6 years

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CA-THINK!

Gaster opened the door to the nursery, looking tired and annoyed.

“Sans, could you PLEASE keep your brother quiet? You have one job.”

The young Font nodded but didn’t bother telling him who was really responsible for the noise. Even if Flowey WAS trying to avoid Papyrus and only Papyrus, Sans could already predict what would happen if he ratted him out.

He’ll be a jackass and leave the air vent...assuming I can get Dad to believe there’s a talking flower in there to begin with.

He waited for his father to leave the room, but curiously, he did not. Instead, the scientist pulled on something behind him, apparently trying to bring something heavy through the nursery door.

“Don’t bother lending me your assistance or anything Sans. That would just be too much.”

“i thought i had one job?”

Grunting, Gaster finally pulled the thing he was struggling with into the room and sat it where Papyrus’s crib used to be...much to the baby bone’s dismay.

“DIS is my new cwib? Dis piece of cap right here?”

“It’s not a piece of crap, and you should be grateful for whatever you get.”

Sans looked at the new crib, if you could even CALL it new that is. The addition was gross. The metal sheen had long since worn off, leaving it rusty and bare, and some of the bars were missing to the point where the remaining might as well have not even been there. It was definitely in need of at LEAST a mattress and it was definitely from the Dump.

“this looks dangerous dad...”

“You buy dis wit food stamps?”

“It doesn’t matter, this is all you’re getting.”

“We poor now? We got da’ poor?”

“you don’t catch poor, baby bro. it’s not a disease; who told you that?”

A cough emanated from the air vent.

“Does dis mean I can eats at the Dump now?” asked Papyrus, ignoring his brother.

“Absolutely not! We aren’t poor-”

“Then you should buy baby a new cwib...cause’ I’s not sweeping in dat one. I needs my cwib to be cushy for mah tushie!”

“Then you can borrow. my. FOOT, because I am NOT scouring the Dump for another one just so you can ruin it.”

“Imma tell da’ king you’s trying to give baby tetnis.”

“Rust doesn’t cause tetanus, so go right ahead.”

“Imma tell da’ king you’s trying to give me da’ poor.”

“Are you done? You’re either sleeping here or in the toy box, end of discussion.”

CA-THUNK!

Gaster left the nursery, closing the door behind him.

“UCK YOU DOUCHE DADDY! I’ll SWEEP AT DA’ KING’S HOUSE! NYEH!”

Papyrus rolled onto his back and kicked at the new crib with both feet angrily. “NYEH NYEH NYEH!”

CLANG CLANG CLANG!

“hey bro, quit it!”

“NYEHHHHHHHAAAHHH!!”

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!

“KNOCK IT OFF BRAT!”

Papyrus instantly stopped and glared at the air vent.

“Yell at me again. Yell at me again, Dirt-Butt and see if I don’t shove my juice box up your juice box.”

“What? What does that even MEAN? Is that supposed to be scary or...?”

“i think he just threatened to shove his juice box up your vagina Flowey,” said Sans chuckling.

Damn bro, where’d you hear that?

“Oh, oh yeah? You think your tough huh? Thug life straight out the womb?”

“I’ll slaps you like yo’ mama should have, nyeh heh heh!”

A growl was heard from within the air vent, and to Sans’ surprise, Flowey emerged and jumped out...immediately face-planting on the carpet.

“UGH! WHAT THE HELL?!”

WHERE’S THE FRIGGEN’ CRIB MATTRESS?!

“Ooooh, you’s small as hell Dirt-Butt! You slip right through the holes!”

“you alright lil’ guy?”

Flowey got up and looked behind him. There really WAS no crib mattress! He hadn’t been able to see it very well through the grating he slipped through, but now he could tell just what a piece of crap it truly was.

Had he a soul, he might of felt bad for Papyrus, but right now all he felt was hate for the lazy good-for-nothing who’d unintentionally fooled him into embarrassing himself.

Gibberish-speaking FREAK! Who does he think he is, disobeying MY dad like that?! I KNOW he was ordered to look after these two. Does he think he can just do whatever he wants just because he’s the royal scientist?!

“Oh you poor baby! Your dad really DOESN’T know how to be a good parent does he?”

“...”

“You can’t sleep in this...you SHOULDN’T have to sleep in this. Maybe staying at the king’s house is not so bad an idea. He lost his two kids you know, that means he has two free beds that aren’t being used...”

“so?”

“So I’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting you stay with him when he hears about this. He LOVES children, maybe you two should pay him a visit?”

Heh heh heh...

“you’re talking about running away.”

“It’s not ‘running away,’ it’s visiting a lonely old man. Think of how sad he must be! All alone in a big empty house...his family destroyed...”

“Awww, dat’s sad. Isn’t dat sad Snas? We should go visit Fluffy Buns and give him a hug. Erybody loves a hug from a good baby!”

“don’t..don’t call him that bro.”

“I bet he’d LOVE a hug from you. It’d probably make his whole day.”

Come on...come on you dumb little-

“sure, whatever. maybe dad’ll take care of us better if he knows we’re willing to leaf.”

YES!!

“That’s great!” said Flowey ignoring the pun. “He’s gonna be soooo happy! The king I mean.”

HA HA HA HA! SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB, NERD! Maybe you can find work at a funeral home somewhere, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

...

Why DOES he wear black all the time?

“Yaaay!” Papyrus bounced up in down on his rear end excitedly, picturing he and his brother cuddling up together in the giant bed.

His old crib and the toy box were too small for Sans to fit into, but this one would be different. He had actually seen the bed before while exploring the Underground and it was exactly like the one in Goldilocks and the Three Bears! Not only would it fit them both, but they could roll around too, without the fear of falling out in the middle of the night. He missed being small enough to hug Sans while he slept...

“Less go now kay’? Right now.”

“wh-now? pap, it’s nine at night-”

“Then it’ll be a surprise!” said Flowey quickly. “It’ll be like Present Day for him, trust me.”

Sans gave him a skeptical look, but said nothing. He didn’t believe for a second that Flowey had their best interests in mind, but he felt a need to avenge his brother somehow.

Besides there was nothing worse than unproductive laziness. If someone wanted to do something half-assed then they needed to make sure they were successful, otherwise it was just sloppy work.

“alright everyone, hold onto me.”

“Uhh, no. Thanks but no thanks Trashbag. I’d rather stay here.”

So I can see the look on that freak’s face when he gets that phone call, heh heh heh...

“GACK!”

Papyrus grabbed Flowey’s stem and promptly put him in his mouth like a dog carrying a bone, then he lifted his arms up, signaling to his brother that he wanted to be carried too.

“heh, alright lil’ guy. hrrup! let’s get outta here.”

“EW! EW-HEH HEWWW! SMILEYYY, HE’S DROOLING ON ME! GET HIM OFF!!”

“E gots to take Fuffy Bunny too, Nas!”

“you want to take your fluffy bunny book? why? that thing’s evil!”

“Nah if ooh find Fuffy Bunny...”

“OH GOD I CAN FEEL HIS TONGUE, AND HIS BREATHE SMELLS LIKE BABY FORMULA! I CAN’T BREATHE!!”

Picking up the strange book, Sans closed his eyes and pictured as hard as he could exactly where he wanted to go.

It was always hard to keep his mind focused long enough to teleport as he had an imagination more powerful than most, but this time, not only was he unfamiliar with the destination, but he had Flowey screaming in the background.

It’s going to take me awhile to clear my thoughts with this weed distracting me and making me wanna laugh.

“could you please stop screaming? i can’t concentrate and if i make a mistake...”

“NO I WON’T STOP YELLING, I DON’T EVEN WANNA GO! GET YOUR DISGUSTING BROTHER OFF ME!!”

Sans sighed and tried again. Obviously Flowey didn’t realize how bad the consequences could be if he were to mess up. Usually when he traveled like this he would error and wind up in the location, but not the exact place he was thinking of. When he went to Waterfall, he’d sometimes find himself in the water near the docks, ruining his cellphone, or on top of one of Undyne’s favorite rocks, making him try it again just so he could get down safely. He always had a constant fear of ending up stuck in between a wall or building and he NEVER teleported to Hotland.

Sucks that I live HERE of all places. There’s lava everywhere, and the walkways are so narrow...

“Nyeh? I e no go et?”

“uh, sorry pap. i was thinking about hotland. it sucks that i can’t just take a shortcut there. i have to walk all the time...”

“Oh my GOD, you’re lazy. So what if you can’t teleport to Hotland!? You can get to the lab just fine!” exclaimed Flowey, tired of screaming.

“yeah, but it’s at the BEGINNING of hotland-”

“There’s nothing there.”

“but what if i wanted to go for some reason?”

“THERE’S NOTHING THERE SMILEY. Can we go already?! The more we wait the more petals I have to tear off and regrow. Your idiot brother’s obviously not going to put me down-”

“Nyeh heh heh...”

“OR CARRY ME WITH ONE OF HIS TWO FREE HANDS, so-”

“papyrus, take him out of your mouth.”

“Kay’.” Papyrus removed the plant from his between his teeth, clutching him in his tiny fist.

“good boy pappy. hey, uh flowey, i don’t suppose you have a picture of the king’s bedroom or maybe the other kid’s do ya’?”

“Wh-NO! NO I DON’T HAVE PICTURE’S OF THEIR BEDROOMS!” cried the flower incredulously. “WHY WOULD I HAVE THAT?! WHAT KIND OF A CREEP DO YOU THINK I AM?!”

“the kind that hides in air vents and watches children.”

“...”

“I gots one!” cried the baby bones excitedly pulling a photo out of his onesie. He handed it to Sans smiling triumphantly.

It felt good to be useful.

The image itself was dark, but still clear. A picture of the king’s room...or at least his bed anyway. In it lay Asgore, sleeping peacefully after a hard day’s work next to a figure he couldn’t quite make out. Sans wasn’t sure when it was taken, but if his highness wasn’t losing sleep, then it had to of been before he lost his family. Nowadays the king looked like he wasn’t sleeping at all.

The other figure must be his wife.

“Why do you have that?”

“I gots anudder one too, just in case he be seeping.”

Papyrus pulled out another photo. This one had was of the kid’s room, though it was a close-up of only one of the beds within. In it lay a sleeping goat child in green, clutching a blanket in one of his paws.

“...”

“They smell like grass big Buther.”

“I want that photo.”

“*pfft!* heh heh ha ha ha! papyrus you can’t-heh hee hee! you c-can’t just take pictures of people pappy, especially their kids-”

“Why not?! Dis my friend and he fluffy as hell!”

“Give me that photo.”

“it’s illegal, that’s why! even if they don’t put babies in jail, they can STILL find this when you’re an adult, and you’ll STILL get in trouble.”

“Nuh uh! It says on da’ back when it be taken. They gonna know I tooks it when I’s widdle, and cause’ they know babies don’t know any bedder, I won’t go to jail.”

“You’ll go to hell if you don’t give me that photo you little creep...”

“well you still shouldn’t have it. we can’t use these anyway, the kid’s bed is too close to the wall and the king might be asleep.”

“But...I do not wish to sweep in da’ trash cwib...*sniff*” The tiny skeleton dropped Flowey and wrapped his arms around Sans’ neck, burying his head in his hoodie sadly. He had been waiting for a new crib for a long time now, and this was a massive disappointment. There was no way he could sleep in that rusty junk heap, but a toy box was no place for a baby either.

“Nyehhh...”

“aww, *tsk* don’t cry baby bro...tell ya’ what, we’ll give it a shot, how’s that?”

The baby bones nodded and looking at the picture, Sans took his shortcut.

“HEY ASSHOLES, YOU LEFT ME BEHIND!!”

#fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #sans #papyrus #kid sans #baby papyrus #flowey #baby bones

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sammy-moo · 7 years

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The Hunter’s Son Pt. 5

Characters: Sam x Reader (eventually), Dean, OMC (Jonah), Bobby, and Jodi

Summary: During a missing childrens’ case, Sam runs into a familiar face and one that looks much like his own. Now Sam has to tackle something just as difficult as hunting: fatherhood

Words: 1,431

Warnings: Angry Sam

~Series Masterlist~

Dean came out to the car while Sam pumped the gas.

“I got us some snacks!”

Sam nodded slightly, dismissing whatever junk food his brother had gotten him. His mind was still focused on how you acted yesterday.

You ignored him for a while, but of course he let you cool down. Once you seemed to be okay, you still hardly uttered a word to him. He spent the evening having dinner with both you and Jonah. Jonah had told you on and on about his day especially up to the point of Sam saving him. That’s when he told you about Jonah running off, which clearly had you stressed.

When the time came, Jonah took a bath and went to bed leaving the two of you alone. You and Sam were left to discuss about Jonah running off. Sam apologized, which you seemed to talk him out of his guilt. He wanted to ask about the box at that time, but you clearly had a long day. After talking a bit more about the situation of Sam being around for Jonah, you decided it was time to wind down.

Everything was so different. Sam could just feel it in the air. Every part wanted to go back to your house and find that box. But it would invade your privacy and upset you, and that was the last thing he wanted. Especially since you were Jonah’s mother. But why was Jonah convinced you loved Sam? It had to be photos. At least that’s what Sam was convincing himself.

Dean frowned and slapped the trunk of the Impala, startling Sam a bit. “Dude, what the hell is going on with you? You’ve been out of it since you got back from Y/N’s last night.”

“She just… She started acting weird after I found this box.”

Dean frowned and watched his brother put the pump up, “Box? Like voodoo?”

Sam shook his head, “No it didn’t look like it. Besides, Jonah’s seen what’s in this box. Whatever is in it, has him convinced that she still loves me. Which she doesn’t, or at least I think. She was hurt and upset I left her for Jess… She was probably even mad….” Sam screwed the cap back on and shut the small door.

Dean frowned as the two climbed into the car, “If it’s not voodoo, then maybe Jonah is right. I understand you think she hates you, but that was in the past Sam. She carried your child, gave birth to him, and has raised him all by herself. I don’t know if she sees it or not, but when I look at him I see you. Some of that kid’s personality is you. His looks? Completely you. You can’t tell me she doesn’t feel anything. I mean it’s possible, but think about it. She’s looked at her child who looks like you for this long… She might feel something Sam.”

“But what’s in the box then Dean? Just old photos from college? We had maybe a couple of pictures together. There’s no way that could convince him otherwise. Most people keep photos for memories.”

Dean sighed, “Then let’s go find out.”

“What? No! That’s invading her privacy Dean!”

“Then we’re either finding out or you’re going to quit thinking about it! It’s all you’ve been focused on and I don’t need you off in La La Land while we’re hunting! We have leviathans to worry about, and this stupid case to deal with.”

Sam sighed and nodded, “Fine. You’re right. I’ll be fine. Let’s just get this case over with.”

Soon a couple of more days went by. Sam had yet to reach you making you worry, but it all began to make sense when you saw the news. Sam and Dean had been going around on a murder spree.

Something about the clip they showed convinced you it wasn’t them. It wasn’t the Sam you knew.

You tried calling him but he didn’t answer, making you worry more.

Within a few more days there was still no call from Sam. This of course had you fully worried and stressed. Sam had told you it’d only be a couple of days.

But of course, why should it matter to you? All you would ever be is his son’s mom, at least that’s what you told yourself. But it was more than just that. As crazy and stupid as it was, your heart still belonged to Sam. This was one of the reasons you gave up on dating.

In a small effort to forget about Sam for a few moments, you worked on the dishes, completely disregarding your dishwasher.

Sam on the other had was all focused on you. Since the news was out about them being killers, there was no way he could come see Jonah without being caught. And to top it off, the leviathans knew about the two of you.

The latter had never crossed their minds until Dean and Sam went to get off the grid with the help of Frank.

This of course had Sam calling Bobby back in a panic, begging Bobby to get the two of you to the safe house and out of harm’s way.

Whenever the knock came to your door, Jonah happened to answer it.

He blinked curiously up at the woman, “Hi.”

Jodi smiled, “Hey kiddo. Is your mom around? I’m a friend of Sam’s.”

Jonah looked back towards the kitchen quickly, “I can get her. Wait here.” He shut the door and hurried to the kitchen where you stood. “Mom! Mom! There’s a lady here! She says she knows Sam.”

You paled a bit and went to the door with Jonah on your tail. You opened the door and smiled softly to her, “What can I help you with?”

Jodi took a deep breath, “Okay so this is going to sound really weird, but Sam and Dean have clones going around that aren’t really them. They know about you two and Sam is worried they’re going to find you. So I’m here to take you to Bobby’s. He’ll be able to keep you two safe.”

You sighed a bit, “Alright… Jonah, I need you to go back a bag okay?”

Jonah nodded and hurried off.

You smiled and let Jodi in. “Thank you. In just a second we’ll be good to go. Um… Did Sam say anything else besides getting us?”

Jodi shook her head, “Not really. Just he was worried.”

You nodded and quickly packed a bag, packing the black box as well. You then made sure Jonah was good to go and left with Jodi.

It didn’t take long for you to get to Bobby’s.

You had heard of Bobby from Sam, but to finally meet the guy was pleasant. Especially when he joked about how he always figured Dean would be the one to have a kid before Sam. Which you had totally agreed with the joke. Dean was the type to sleep around often, and you knew that from Sam.

You were grateful Bobby was kind enough to open his safe house to the two of you, helping keep you safe. However, you had to sadly remove Jonah from school now due to the risks of being found.

Jonah seemed to enjoy the idea of no school. At least until you mentioned you would be teaching him. But once this topic came up, he begged to learn about monsters.

“No Jonah. For the sixth time today you are not learning about them.”

Jodi chuckled as the two of you worked on making dinner while Bobby dealt with a leviathan in the basement.

“Please mom!”

You groaned, ready to throw in the towel and scream defeat. “Jonah, I will ground you.”

Jonah huffed and pouted, “Fine… All I wanted was to be like Sam. He’s a hero!”

“You know who else is a hero? Me. I’m saving you from my wrath right now.”

Jonah’s eyes widened and he hurried away from the kitchen. However, in the process of making his escape he accidentally spilt something. Jodi came to the rescue with her cleaner and began to clean the floor. This struck gold with Bobby, finally finding a way to hurt the leviathans.

This then came in handy for Sam and Dean. But they however split ways when Sam couldn’t stand to be around his brother. Sam hotwired a car and hurried to the safe house to check on you and Jonah.

However, the visit was short lived when Sam was now furious with both you and Dean.

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