#nah i just use the same username for everything so i don’t forget it

[an0nymousghost]

simblr asks v2

here are my answers! find the questions here.

i wrote soo much ahaha. like however much you think i wrote, i wrote more than that. imo everything i write is gold though

1. are you going to buy the new pack (cottage living) when it comes out? no, it looks really nice but i legit never ever buy packs at launch, especially cause this one is a expansion and it will probably go on sale at some point

2. do you p*rate your dlc or buy it legitimately? buy it legitimately 👌

3. what’s your favorite world? brindleton bay, it gives like seaside cottage vibes. willow creek is good but it’s boring. 

4. if you use a queue, how many posts per day do you set it as? 3 or 4. i used to do like 12 lmaoo what even was wrong with me

5. do you watch sims on youtube? yes, i watch mainly malixa, oshinsims, and msgryphi

6. what are your thoughts on the most recent pack? (dream home decorator) those sectional couches look good! but honestly im kinda annoyed because now it’s even harder to have all the items filled in when i place lots from the gallery. like i’m just saying like a lot of builds will use that pack probably and if i don’t get it then i can’t really use builds/save files 

7. how many packs/kits do you own? lemme count

expansion: all - 10/10 game: 5/10 stuff: 9/18 kits: none xo

24/38 - 63%

8. what’s your origin id? is it the same as your url? 🤗 it’s in my title, it’s celeschul. it doesn’t look that nice in my title but i use celeschul in my package files and i’m guessing people search things like, “celeschul penny hair” or something like that in order to find my cc- so i keep it in there so the search results are easier. i do want to change it though..

but no it’s also not the same! well i mean it’s the username i use for cc. my origin id used to be an0nymousghost but i changed it. i wonder if anyone’s taken that one?

9. is your simblr your sideblog or main blog? main blog ✌️ my old blog @stardze​ is a main blog as well.

my old old simblr was a sideblog but it had like 1 follower and it literally a bot so i don’t think that counts. i have a multifandom sideblog though 

10. do you have a cc finds blog? i wish. i was thinking bout it earlier and that would be sooo neat but sometimes i download stuff that doesn’t have a tumblr post attached to it, and also it’s stressful to keep up with so nah

11. are you wcif friendly? yes sir. in fact i bring the trouble of wcifs onto myself but doing them even when nobody asked.

12. what’s your favorite sized household to play with? (ex. 1 sim, 4 sims) gonna have to think on this one, honestly 1 sim is really fun and stuff goes by so fast. doing stuff with astrid when she was on her own, it was much more efficient. 

for families, i haven’t done that in a while actually. 5, 2 parents and 3 kids is cute tho. why did i write this this is honestly such a hard question

13. if you have c&d, do you play with pets? i feel like i haven’t played with cats and dogs in forever. honestly i just have no paitence. noelle fae was supposed to get a cat (there’s a food bowl + cat bed in her house) but when summer vacation started, the amount of time i spent playing ts4 decreased a lot. (this doesn’t really make sense, i have a lot more time. honestly it just has to do with my recent obsession with a certain anime/manga and some other personal thing)

i did random nightmares in may though and i had pets frequently. g5 didn’t because sofia scarlett lived in an apartment, but g2/3/4 had cici, and g1 had all the cats. but that was back in march so it’s been a while.

14. what lifespan do you use? i really want to do aging off but then i feel like it drags on. but aging legit stresses me out, sometimes i just want to sit down and do some cas stuff but i only have 2 hours in real time and there’s like 4 days left till one of my sims’ birthdays. 

15. if you own a lot of packs, how many of them have you actually played through? just so everyone is aware this question was made for me

i feel like eps require a specific save made for testing them out, but the only save i’ve ever made for an ep is noelle fae’s get famous save. 

that is literally a lie - i made a save for island living with one of my 100bc kids, maisie acapella. i did actually post it on tumblr BUT then i deleted all the posts BUT i reblogged them on my alt account BUT i privated my alt account so i honestly forgot about it

i have never played through discover university or watched anyone do it on youtube, i’ve read gerbits’ story about it so i think i’m pretty qualified. i’ve always wanted to do one with periwinkle acapella but i never got around to it

another ep i know nothing about is get to work

i tried doing a eco life playthrough but i hadn’t watched any videos and i was like..what is going on. so i quit lolx d ;;;;; i mentioned it but the whimsy stories legacy was the first time i had played with the eco lifestyle features so technically i think i know what im doing

i got outdoor retreat literally on monday of this week so i haven’t played through it yet. 

jungle adventure i still don’t know what’s going on. i remember last year before i bought the pack i was brainstorming, and wanted to do a ja playthrough with luna and cedar, who are a couple who i did a random legacy with and it was all queued to post when i deleted everything (if you’re wondering why, it’s because my queue was literally 200+ posts). except this time i didn’t save them to my sideblog so i lost them. 

i still havent had a restaurant in dine out 

also never did the vet thing from cats and dogs

i have no idea what that rock climbing thing is from snowy escape but i did most of the other stuff because rn g5

city living i did through psc stage 5 and also it was the first pack i bought anyways

the rest of them are either stuff packs or i ended up playing them through casual gameplay (seasons, parenthood)

16. what do you do as you play sims? (ex. listen to music) i listen to music most of the time, or listen to commentary youtube videos because i am an alpha chad. i also used to talk with my friends on voice call but i don’t do that anymore 🥲

17. which sims challenges have you tried? random legacy, whimsy stories, perfect sim challenge, 100 baby, legacy (just the plain get-to-10-gens one), random nightmares, berry zodiac, astrology legacy, apocalypse

i feel like im forgetting some.. honestly most of the stuff i did before simblr was either 100 baby (i love that challenge) or random saves that lasted for 2 seconds. 

18. do you like the new(ish) hair swatches? nah. 

i do appreciate that most cc hairs have a true (ish) black, thank god! and the fact that the hair update is what inspired me to update and fix a bunch of hairs with different issues is pretty nice. but will i use them? no. 

plus it takes up like 5 gb? depending on how many packs you have.

19. post the latest screenshot you took 📸

i live in cas

20. what is the cc/ingame hair that looks the most like your own? i think that dream home decorator side part hair looks a lot like my hair. honestly i havent see much like my hair but that one is kinda-? close

21. who is your favorite sim of yours and what is their story? noelle and alari fae i think! 

link to post

noelle is blonde and has blue-grey eyes. she wears purple contacts pretty often though (because she wants to 😌)

alari has light brown hair that is kinda curly, and she’s got pretty vibrant blue eyes. 

they’re sisters, alari is 3 years older than noelle. noelle was 19 and alari was 22 when they got spotted

they worked as models when they were young adults. their jobs involved dyeing their hair blue/pink, and they would model like clothes and stuff. anyways, they were pretty successful. like not ultra famous but they had enough money to not work for the rest of their lives. 

their modeling group was made of 4 girls, the others were named paisley autumn and they were green and red, respectively. some things are: 

paisley and alari started dating during this 

autumn was a single mother to a little girl named destiny

noelle dated many people during this but never ended up finding the one <3

when their contract ended after like 6 years, paisley and alari went to go live together and noelle decided to get into acting. so thats when get famous playthrough started!

there’s more but basically they’re like oc’s with sims on the side. xoxo

22. if you use cc, are there any cc creators that you have like ALL of their items? this is such a good question! i hoard hair very heavily (my folder is 11gb) i so i have like 97% from most of the popular hair creators. 

i think i had legitimately EVERYTHING from simstrouble though, i went through multiple times to check and i also have all of her retired stuff. 

i have everything from ridgeport i think-? because of the fact that she uploaded all her stuff in one big zip. 

i think that’s it.. for a long time i also had everything by clumsyalienn, but then i ended up deleting it and only keeping my faves. 

and looking at my collection, maybe ah00b? i might be missing a couple but i at least have like 99%.

23. what’s one pack you think is underrated? dine out, it’s laggy af yes but it’s such a nice thing for my sims to do. 

24. what are your favorite sims stories/legacies? melons by gerbits always and forever

this question was inspired by this ask anyways so 

25. if you could change one small thing about ts4, what would it be? most of my suggestions are pretty complex but literally just - when you add tray files, they appear at the top. my life would be so much easier

this took me literal hours to answer

#replies #replying to MYSELF

[lalahbug]

False Ring - Levi x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Word Count: 2,296 My Masterlist Warnings/disclaim: general Modern Office AU Author’s Note: Continued under story Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 12/25/2016. Revamped/edited in 2020. ___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.  Story under cut

          “Hanji! Take down that mistletoe, now!” ___ barked at her while walking up to her.

          “But it’s Christmas!”

          “There will be no kissing in the office!”

          Hanji kept complaining and trying to defend the decoration.

          “Hanji. I let you get away with going overboard on the decor for Christmas, decorating everyone’s desk, the lobby, the breakroom. I am drawing the line at the mistletoe!” ___ was lecturing Hanji basically in front of the entire advertising and marketing team. Hanji was one of the top managers, behind Erwin and Levi, of course.

          ___ is the CEO but always has a degree in advertising, so a lot of her free time was spent there. Being hands-on and knowing about every campaign and making sure they all appealed to a wide audience.

          “But, ___-”

          “Hanji, you can put it up at home and the Christmas party tonight. But please just, not in the office.” ___ sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

          “___!” Hanji whined.

          “Oi! Shitty Glasses, ___ said no, so get away with that shit.” Levi stood next to ___.

          “Come on, Hanji. I’ll help you with decor for the party, okay?” Erwin wrapped an arm around Hanji, dragging her away.

          ___ took a deep breath. “Thank you, Levi.”

          “Tch, whatever.”

          “Will you be at the party, tonight?”

          “No.”

          “What, why not?” ___ tried to not let the disappointment show in her voice.

          “I don’t like Christmas, it’s over-done and all about presents, nowadays.”

          “That’s why I am holding the party without presents, though. So we can all get to know each other better and spend time with each other and our families.”

          “I have no reason to go, nor do I want to be around all of the brats and lovey-dovey couples.”

          “Oh, okay. I’m sure you’d rather just spend time alone with your girlfriend anyways.” She gave him a sweet smile. Levi just glared at her, making her sigh and look away. “I know, I know, you won’t talk about your life outside of the office.” An awkward air settled between them. “Well, I hope I get to know your personality better in the new year. I’ll see you after News Year’s, I need to tell everyone to go home now.”

          ___ gave a quick surprise to all of her employees, telling them the only reason for them to come into work on Christmas was to clock in and get their bonus check. Telling everyone Merry Christmas, go home and she was looking forward to seeing them and their families at the party.

          About an hour after everyone had left, ___ was sitting at her desk, finishing some paperwork.

          “What are you still doing here?” ___ jumped a bit, at hearing Levi’s voice, which made him click his tongue at her. “Go home to your family.”

          “Oh, there’s no one waiting for me at home. And this paperwork needs to be finished.” ___ gave him a small smile before looking back down to the papers and filling them out.

          “Isn’t this supposed to be mine?” Levi had walked over to her desk, taking the paper from her.

          “Hey, put that back.”

          “Why are you doing my work?” He glared at her.

          “I’ve been taking half of your’s, Hanji’s and Erwin’s work lately. We got a new client and I know you guys are already overworked. Since it’s Christmas, I wanted you all to be happy and not too stressed out. I prefer being at the office, so I always find where I can lighten the load of others.”

          “You do this often? My work?”

          “Yeah, not just yours, though. It’s not like it’s too hard to do or anything.” She shrugged and opened her hand to Levi. “Come on, give it back. Go home, have a goodnight.”

          Levi sat down across from her. “When are you going home?”

          She stared at him for a moment, confused. “About 3 hours before the party, so I can get ready and get there before everyone. To make sure Hanji didn’t go overboard. But I’ll be back here tomorrow.”

          “Are you going to be there all night?”

          “Yes, of course. I am the main host after all.”

          “What time do you think you’ll go home?”

          “Um, I don’t know. Probably sometime tomorrow. Why are you asking so many questions? This isn’t like you, you normally don’t care.”

          “Do you ever go home?” Levi glanced around, avoiding her question, his voice was getting harsher and judgmental.

          “Sometimes. I usually just go home to shower and get a bit of sleep. But I have a bed in my side office for days where I just would rather get more work done. I have a week’s worth of clothes here. So I guess I mainly just go home to get clean.”

          “Wait, you sleep here? How often?” Now, his voice was belittling and demanding.

          “I don’t know, like 4 times a week maybe.”

          “Tch.” He seemed truly annoying with her.

          “Don’t you click your tongue at me, boy. You’re acting hostile and demanding. I don’t need this from my employee, go home.” She snapped at him. Levi stared at her for a moment.

          “Did you just call me, boy?” He almost growled at her.

          “Ackerman. Go. Home. Now.” ___ let authority coat her every word. It was rare she used his last name or ever had to use an authoritative tone on him. He stared at her for a moment, before clicking his tongue again and leaving her office without another word.

          “Hanji, thank you for not going too overboard.”

          “Erwin reeled me in.”

          “Then I guess I should be thanking him.”

          “Nah. You both look beautiful by the way. I didn’t know you had tattoos, ___.”

          “Thanks, but yeah, I’ve had them for a while, sometimes I forget about them.”

          “It’s awesome to see so much for your skin, it looks so soft!” Hanji rubbed ___’s shoulders, making her smile then push her away. 

          “Stop it.”

          “Where did you get your dress?” Hanji was feeling the soft material. ___ just smirked at her and looked down at her red strapless dress.

          “Um, I think my mom got this for me last year. So I’m not sure.”

          “How are your parents?”

          “Oh, they’re good. They couldn’t make it over to me this year and I have too much work, so I couldn’t go to them, but I’ll be seeing them for New Year’s, I should be done with all of my work by then.”

          “Why do you have so much work? Hanji and I finished everything the other day.”

          “Oh don’t worry about it.” She gave them a heartwarming smile.

          “It’s because she’s doing some of our work.”

          ___ turned on her heel, to see Levi standing right behind her.

          “You what?!” Hanji screamed, gripping ___ and shaking her by her shoulders. “You’ll never get babies if you keep overworking yourself! You’re going to end up in the hospital again for overworking yourself!”

          “Hanji! Stop!” 

          The brunette stopped shaking her boss. 

          “I love my job. I’m not worried about having children. I won’t overwork myself, again, that’s why I put that bed in my side office.”

          Erwin groaned and Levi stared at all of them.

          “Wait, that’s why you were hospitalized for a few weeks a couple of months ago?” Levi wanted confirmation.

          “Yeah, I came to her for some signatures and she was unconscious at her desk,” Erwin stated.

          “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

          “You didn’t ask and we didn’t want to tell too many people.” ___ shrugged.

          Erwin and Hanji then continued to bug ___ about giving them their work back so she could go see her parents sooner. Eventually, she caved in and told them she would give them their work back tomorrow.

               “I can’t believe you showed up, just to tattle on me about helping out with work.” ___ grumbled as she and Levi leaned against a wall, drinking some wine.

          “I showed up because Erwin told me to. Ratting you out, after calling me boy, was a bonus.”

          “You were mad at me for calling you, boy? But you’re younger than me by a few years.”

          “I’m not a boy.” He growled.

          “Uh, huh. Sure," she giggled at his anger.

          Levi moved so he was blocking her path and his hands on either side of her head, making her blush.

          “I’m not a boy. I am a man.” 

          “Oh, okay.” She was too shocked to say anything else. Levi moved back a bit to look at her.

          “You’re blushing.” He smirked at this, which only made the crimson dusting her cheeks grow darker; because she had never seen him smirk before. “You’re blushing more now.”

          “Shut up. Why are you teasing me?”

          “Because I didn’t know you were single before.”

          “What?”

          “The whole office believes you’re married.” This made ___ burst out.

          “No! Oh, that is funny.” She kept giggling. “No, no. I don’t have a partner, I mean I have some people I have crushes on. But I have no interest in letting them know that.”

          “Why is that?”

          “I like how things are now.”

          Levi and ___ hung out together most of the party, well, he hung around her while she talked with many different employees and told stories.

          “So, ___. Tell me,” Jean piped up. He was a new customer service employee. “Is the rumor true that you and Levi are married?”

          ___ almost spit out her drink. “What? So not only was the rumor that I am married is going around, but to Levi?”

          “So I take it’s not true?” Jean chuckled. “Then how would you like to get dinner sometime?”

          “Just because she’s not married doesn’t mean she’s desperate enough to go out on a date with you, horse-face,” Eren sneered as Mikasa glared at Jean before he could retort.

          “If anyone takes her to dinner, it’ll be me,” Levi grumbled, making everyone quiet.

          “So you’re dating?” Jean was the only one stupid enough to ask.

          “None of your business.” Levi glared at him. “Come on, ___.” Levi turned on his heel.

          “Oh, um. I’ll see you guys after the new year. Have a wonderful holiday!” ___ chased after Levi. “Levi, what was that all about? Why did you confuse them like that?”

          Levi scoffed. “Because I meant it. It’s none of their business, but if anyone is to take you out anytime soon, it’ll be me.”

          “What are you talking about?”

          “Oi, you’re stupid for being smart. I like you, clearly. That’s why I got mad anytime you asked about my nonexistent girlfriend or offered to have me come to dinner with you. I thought you were married. Anyone would with that ring on your finger.”

          “Oh.” ___ was blushing and looking down at the ring on her finger, she had stopped walking.

          Levi turned to face her, standing in front of her. “Why do you wear a wedding ring?”

          “It was my grandmother’s, she didn’t have much, but being her only granddaughter. It was the only thing she left me. I just wear it because she was like a mom to me. Plus, it kept away creeps. I didn’t mean to confuse everyone, though, or push anyone away, especially you.”

          “You’ve been visited by the Mistletoe Fairy!” Hanji giggled while holding a stick with mistletoe hanging from it.

          “Hanji, no!” ___ scolded her, pointing a finger at her. Levi glanced up at the small green branch. Levi clicked his tongue before grabbing the back of ___’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

          ___ squeaked while Levi pulled her to him, but she quickly let her body relax against his.

          Levi smirked as the tension in her body disappeared, he kissed her gently again, before pulling away, letting his grin slowly fade away.

          “Can I expect Levi babies soon then?” Hanji squealed.

          “You’re just being stupid now,” ___ giggled. Erwin had popped up and dragged away Hanji so Levi and ___ could be alone. “Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Levi.” She beamed at him.

          He froze for a second before pulling her into a hug. “Thanks.”

          She pushed back a little. “What for?”

          “You’re the first person to say that today, a lot of people seem to forget my birthday because of Christmas.”

          “Oh, I even got you a gift. I was just going to give it to you next year, but since you’re here.” She smiled and pulled away from him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him over to the coat station. She asked for her purse and pulled out a small box.

          “I got it last week. So, happy birthday, Levi.” She offered it to him, he cautiously took it. “Well, open it.” So he did.

          He pulled out a couple of sturdy tins. “Is this really Jungpana and Glendale loose tea? This is expensive shit.”

          “Is it? I just went to a tea shop with great reviews and told them you really love tea, that you like to be clean and your birthday was soon. They recommended these.”

          “They are really good, they have good taste, but pay attention to pricing brat.”

          “You like your gift right?”

          “Of course.” He pulled her close to him. “I can’t wait to see more of you, you’re the best gift.”

          “That’s not what I meant!”

          “Well, you being single, is the best news I learned today, so that’s the best gift. But you won’t be single, much longer.” He rested his forehead against hers.

          “Well, if that’s the case, I think you should invite me to test that tea out with you.”

          “Tch, don’t tell me what to do. But you should come over soon.”

          “It’s a date.”

          “Damn right it is.” He pulled her close, keeping an arm around her most of the night, showing no signs of leaving her side anytime soon.

Author's Note: Continued As far as I know, Levi’s b-day is Christmas, so this fic was written for his b-day.

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[beastenraged]

About your kh story idea of SI in Ventus's body. The one who doesn't know KH. Can you give some snippet? Or just raw ideas? Cause I just like this oblivious person being dropped sideway into KH, causing confusion everywhere.

Yeah, let me just shove some stuff I’ve written under a readmore. 

Note: It’s set in the space between DDD and KH3. I’ve also moved up some events that I’m pretty sure happen either during KH3 or right at its beginning for...reasons. Also, using my usual worldbuilding extra for lulz. 

Out of (Anime) Body Experience

My room’s cold. Frigid. 

The heater go out again? Third time this month, stupid landlord...

I smack my lips, hand reaching up to rub at my face. No blankets, probably pushed off by my active sleeping. Sleeping I would like go back to, fuck the cold. 

Feels awfully hard for my bed. 

I snort and roll over. 

Only there for to be nothing to roll onto. 

WHACK!

“Fuck!”

That hurt! The floor is super hard. Not great for smashing your face against. 

I peel myself off and sit up, rubbing at my sore nose. 

Wait...that hand. Not my hand. 

And the rest of me? I look myself over. This isn’t right at all. 

My new clothes are a mismatched black and white mix, and seem kind of small for some reason? Tiger-like stripes (scars, maybe?) stretching curling around my arms, my wrists, in a pale brown. Hair’s not in my face, should check that out...

My fingers brush the top of my head. My hair...it’s all pokey. Spiky. Naturally, no gel needed apparently. Could be a really bad case of bedhead, but bouncing the hair with my head...it stays in the same spiky shape pretty stubbornly. 

“What the hell.”

Okay...everything is anime. Why is everything anime? Am I dreaming?

I glance behind me at my “bed.” Not a bed at all, but a white throne. Chain patterns surround it, on the walls and floor. 

Also, a pressing problem: what the fuck was my new body doing sleeping on a throne? That’s never a good thing in a story. Implies some sort of special destiny whenever it happens. A special destiny that does not belong to me, stranger of this body. 

Maybe my surroundings will provide me with some clues. 

First observation: everything is very...white. A neon, eye blinding white. The white of mad scientist laboratories from fiction. Possibly real life too, don’t you need stuff to be white to see if blood and shit gets on the floor?

...actually, that’s my second observation. My first is that I’m anime now. 

Another point of interest: do I know what anime? If it is an anime, I guess. Can’t tell without a mirror, unfortunately. 

Well, can’t see my face at least. I reach up and tug a chunk of hair down into my field of vision. 

Blond. Bright blond. 

...

Well, that told me...not a lot. Blond’s the usual tropey thing, isn’t it? Probably makes me a...possible protagonist. Not good for my future health and wellbeing. 

If this is an anime, again. Still don’t know that for certain. 

This shit’s way too weird for me. 

Need a breather. 

I sit down on the throne again, for a spot of thinking. Shiver as goosebumps race along my new skin. 

My fingers drum against its arm. 

My list of facts so far: 

-Room is white. Very white. Also cold. 

-No bed. Just a probably symbolic throne. 

-Anime hair, anime clothes, anime body. Not my body. New. Also short?

Also. Probably, possibly a dream. Doesn’t feel like one, but...who knows for certain? 

“Gotta find a way out.”

Won’t that be fun...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

I shield my eyes as I look over the building I’ve just vacated. 

A...castle. A weird Alice in Wonderland, on a bad acid trip type of a castle, pointy green roofs everywhere. Not a speck of white to be seen, unlike the entirety of its interior. 

A castle. Huh.

“That explains the throne.”

Better not be a prince, new body. I don’t have any idea how to run a country. 

My current surroundings are gray fog-mist. Everywhere. 

No landmarks, other than the castle. 

My chest heaves. Great. Time to pick a random direction and walk. 

Everything keeps looking the same even after who knows how long I’ve spent walking through the shitty fog. 

Probably magical or something like that. Meant to protect the castle most likely, from people finding it. 

Really inconvenient to me, trying to leave the castle. 

I groan and pop my back. I better not get stuck here for-

Wait.

A shiver runs across my back. A someone-is-watching-me kind of shiver. I turn and there’s...

There’s someone about my size standing in my way. 

Wearing a black coat, and a strange faceless helmet made of a pitch black glass. 

Yeah, this guy is clearly some sort of villain. 

Whoever you are, I dub thee Mr. Helmet. Nah, Dark Helmet. Better reference.

“Hey, Venty-Wenty. Fancy meeting you here,” a pretty roughed up male voice grinds out. 

Huh, that's a derogatory nickname if I’ve ever heard one. Also a clue. 

Apparently this body did belong to someone else at some point. Someone who this guy has a derogatory nickname for. 

Venty-Wenty. 

...

Oh God, please let this body’s name not be a type of coffee. Please.

Fishcake was bad enough. 

Dark Helmet seems to be expecting an answer of some sort. 

I really don’t have enough information nor the desire to pretend to be someone I’m not. Straightforward it is. 

“Who’s that?”

Dark Helmet doesn’t seem happy with that, moving more into my personal space. 

“...did you forget again?”

Again, an important clue. My body reacts before my head does, shoving the guy out of my space. My mouth follows after. “Back off.”

A choke of a laugh. This guy needs some cough medicine or something, stat. “Venty-wenty, I can’t do that.”

Okay, enough of this. 

“Look, I’m not this guy you’re looking for and frankly? I don’t give a shit.”

I turn my back on him. Have my own answers to look for, away from this dude. 

Look, I know, I know, dumb mistake on my part. Hindsight 20/20. 

Catch a swish of something smashing towards me, in the corner of my eye. 

Dark Helmet’s already displayed a temper. A dislike for whoever owned this body before me. Why wouldn’t he attack me from behind?

With a fizzle of something that jitters in my veins, I twist and my hand stretches out. 

CLANG

The strange weapon Dark Helmet’s using clashes against some kind of sword, cold metal suddenly appearing out of nowhere in my hand. 

A sword that- 

Wait. 

Wait just a damn minute-!

I know what kind of weapon this is. You wander around long enough in any anime or video game adjacent part of the internet, you learn at least about the kind of weapon I’m currently using to keep myself from getting a severe case of stabbitis. 

A Keyblade. 

“Shit, Kingdom Hearts?!” I blurt out.

Dark Helmet moves his helmet head closer to me. Enough to catch some of my puzzled blue--eyed reflection in the black glass. A head tilt of some sorts, maybe? Can’t see his expression, makes everything harder on my part.

“What?”

“Shit, fuck. Just ignore that.”

I press back with my “Keyblade.” My body somehow manages the rest, doing some kind of flick that pushes me away from the masked guy. Out of his reach. 

A state of being that doesn’t matter much with video game mechanics or any kind of anime stuff. 

...Wait, is that something I have to worry about? Food for later thought. 

More importantly, Kingdom Hearts! I don’t know anything about it, other than the Keyblades and shadow monsters called Heartless and there’s Disney characters!

The main character’s either...Riku or Sori? Can’t remember. 

Definitely not me. 

...Considering I’m currently going up against what is most likely a minor villain of some kind, that doesn’t actually make me feel better. 

My face screws up in a scowl. “Go away, got it? I don’t want to fight you!”

“I’m going to beat some sense into you, Ventus.” Dark Helmet lifts his own Keyblade into some overarching attack stance, like the one Obi Wan always uses in Star Wars. 

Finally got a name. But...got a fight too. 

Of course it’s going this way. 

It’s totally anime, shounen anime at that. Fighting solves everything, right?

Great. 

I’m no Naruto though, able to pull off a talk-no-jutsu. Just...try not to die, I guess. 

I sigh and attempt...to do something. I don’t actually know real fighting stances, so I hope the position my new body has fallen into automatically will do me some good. 

Dark Helmet makes a hissing growl noise and goes right into it. 

Time for one last word. 

Perfect for the situation, I settle on, 

“Fuck!” 

(>.<)

Don’t really want to go by my real name. 

What can I use instead? 

...

Not one of my most recent handles, even if they can’t access 

Well, there is that really old internet username I used back when I was a dumb Spyro fanboy on the edge of middle school wandering through forums I probably shouldn’t have been going through. 

sparxbestfriend11.

Or an actual name out of that...

“Sparx.”

#my writing #my kh fic #my fic #oc sparx #just this much at the moment #gotta a lot of stuff i'm writing right now #out of (anime) body experience #answering asks #fanfiction-and-everything

[emilyutonium]

Dads in Charge

A Preview of the first part of my short story! ;) It’s about the boys having to take care of all their superpowered children while their wives are on vacation. It can by read on Wattpad, Archiveofourown.org and fanfiction.net under the username 3mi1y02. Enjoy!

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The green puff bounced on top of her uniformly colored suitcase, struggling to fit all of her clothes as her husband laughed, laying on the bed beside her. She glared playfully, "Don't laugh, fucker. Help me."

"Shouldn't this have been done days ago?" He questioned, lazily getting up to help push the dark-toned tops and bottoms into the case. "Plus don't you think they would fit if you, I don't know, actually folded them?"

Buttercup gave him a weird glance before muttering, "Ew, extra work." to which he gave a polite chuckle.

She pursed her lips, "And yes but we're not gonna let Leader girl know that or she'll have my head. Besides I forget things when I don't pack last minute and I would have an even bigger problem with my other sister if I forgot our matching Powerpuff swimsuits."

"Mmm, wifey in a bikini?" Butch shut his eyes dreamingly, opening them again in a manner that resembled a pleading dog. "Please make sure I can get a picture of that beautiful sight before anyone else can?"

"You wish." She chuckled, not exactly denying her husband of that pleasure herself but reminding him of her younger sister. "Bubbles will have taken enough selfies and posted them before I can say 'Wait lemme pick up my privacy first'. That girl takes blogging to a new level." Buttercup finally giving up trying to zip the suitcase up all the way before she broke it, opted to just tell Blossom that she needed a bigger suitcase.

"Shame. Just another reason why your amazing hubby should be coming with you." Butch sighed, pulling her by the waist to stand between his legs on the edge of the bed. "Y'know we'd have a lot of good old fashioned fun down there."

"The whole point of the trip is to be just with the girls, Butch." She teased, knowing full well she wouldn't mind bringing him with her to a relaxing private island. It could've been like their actual honeymoon.

"I know but you could stash me in your suitcase like a-"

"Butch, my suitcase can barely fit the few clothes I even wanna bring. What makes you think I could fit you too- Bear? Hold on a minute." The 25-year-old mother turned towards the open doorway, where their son stood frozen. His back turned away from his parents as he tried to sneak past.

The 5-year-old turned slowly, grinning wide and facing his mother, said, "Yes, momma?" in the sweetest most innocent voice he could muster.

"What do you have in your hand?" Buttercup challenged, assuming an authoritarian stance that she had learned from Blossom. Legs spread. Hands on hips. Face stern.

"Ooo, you in trouble now baby Bear." Butch snickered at his son from behind Buttercup to which she reminded herself to punch him for later.

"What? Nothing momma..." The little boy lied before seeing his mother's disbelief stricken face. "Just this knife." He pulled a small needle-pointed knife from behind him.

"What is your obsession with knives lately? Give it." He obeyed. "Now go play with regular kid things like a damn baseball or something."

"Yes momma..." He muttered, hanging his head.

"That's my boy!" Butch called after his son as the door to the room closed.

"Where'd he even get this?" Buttercup's voice rang through the wood as Bear walked down the hallway, concentrating his hands together before a small dagger formed in his hands. He smiled and ran down the steps passing his red-haired uncle and aunt in the kitchen.

===

"Bear! No playing with knives, we need them and you could break something!" Blossom hollered.

"Ok Auntie red!" He responded, not even attempting to pretend as if he would listen and Blossom sighed. She loved her little nieces and nephews, she really did, but cripes did they ever listen? It only worried her how the boys would survive with all 6 of them by themselves.

"Ugh anyway, The twin's blankets?"

"Check." Brick noted, allowing Bailey, his 3-month-old, to grab at his beard. His super strength hadn't kicked in yet so Brick didn't mind. But it was possible that he probably wouldn't ever mind.

"How about Bailey's pacifier?" She asked, attempting to pace around the kitchen island while her 4-year-old son Bernard held her leg, following her everywhere she went. "Oh Bern honey, Mommy's not going anywhere. You can go play." The little boy shook his head and his mother sighed in defeat. She couldn't imagine what he'd do when she actually did have to leave for this vacation.

"He's got it right here." Brick said holding the baby out in front of him for his wife to see the cherry tinted pacifier between his lips. She smiled as Bailey giggled seeing his mother and kissed his forehead.

"Ok...packs of diapers?" Blossom quizzed, looking over the list in her hand.

"Check."

"How many? BC told me little Butterfly still hasn't gotten a hand of potty training so you'd need extras just in case." Blossom pointed out. "I'd hate to be all the way in Bora Bora when you all run out of diapers and face an accident of some sort-"

"Which is why I had Boomer go out and get 4 more packs. Something I can get him to do again if we do run out." Brick countered, knowing how anxious and worried his wife could get and was getting.

"Great, but what about-"

"Bloss, we'll be fine I promise you. We're all adults, parents even. 3 grown adults in charge while you three are gone. you don't have anything to be worried about, seriously." Brick reasoned, admiring Bailey as he attempted to eat his old man's sausage fingers.

"Yea but with 6 kids Brick? And you know Butch and Boomer can sometimes slip into man-children every now and then. I don't want you to have to be in charge of all 8 of them!"

"Ok, You got me there, babe. Last week I walked in on Boomer laying on Bubbles like he was her second child. Didn't even know where poor Bambi was." The red-eyed ruff cackled lazily. "But still, I'm here to keep them in check. I mean I've been doing it for what? 25 years now? You know I can handle it. Don't worry."

"I know, I just..." She trailed off, pulling Bailey's curls away from his chubby face. "I don't want anything to go wrong while I'm not- I mean.." She stopped looking down at Bern, who was watching her closely with his thumb firmly in his mouth. "I mean while I'm here cause I won't be going anywhere."

Brick rolled his crimson eyes as Boomer walked into the large kitchen, opening up the fridge for an off brand soda, "Hey little buddy, why don't you go watch some tv with your cousins in the playroom? Bambi told me Frozen 2 is really good, maybe even better than the first movie." The little boy shook his head silently, holding on to Blossom's pant leg tightly.

"Aw, why not? It'll be fun besides you can't stick by your mom forever."

"Nooo, mommy nah going anywhere." Bern spoke softly but firmly as if he knew for certain his mother would actually stay by him forever. Poor boy.

"It's ok Boom, we stopped trying." Brick sighed, Bailey now taking a liking to the tattoos that lined his skin.

"Well, it's gonna be really hard for us to calm him down after you lea- OW!" He yelped and rubbed an already fading burn mark on his arm. "I mean...right. You're not leaving to go anywhere. I don't know what I was thinking."

Blossom rolled her eyes, "C'mon Bern honey let's go recount the boxes of snacks that Brielle isn't allowed to eat." She strolled out of the kitchen and towards the garage, Bern holding her hand tightly as they passed his blue-eyed Aunt.

"Why hello, Bernie." He waved bashfully. "Bloss, do you have all your bags ready? I caught Buttercup upstairs trying to finish packing."

"Of course she was but yes, they're in the car. Ready as soon as I can find a way to get away from this one." She whispered the last part at a decimal that only Bubbles could hear and she nodded.

"Ah, gotcha. Well, good luck!" She giggled, lightly floating into the kitchen area.

"Thanks, I'll need it."

===

"Hello boys, are you two ready to take on all the kids at once?" Bubbles grinned excitedly, no doubt the whole idea of this trip had been her planning.

"Of course we are suger. We're all experienced caretakers with wonderful daddy skills. I mean look at Daddy red over there with his 3rd child. He's practically a baby expert." Boomer boasted, jabbing his thumb towards Brick who was starting to pick up a not so pleasant smell from his son.

"We'll be fine, childproofed the whole house and got all the rooms basically set up. Now if you'll excuse me, this baby expert needs to change this one's diaper before it spills out onto his arm." Daddy red stood up, holding Bailey's bottom away from his canine nose as he flew upstairs.

"I just can't wait to get there, I've never been to Bora bora y' know?" The blonde sighed, setting herself onto the counter next to Boomer as she daydreamed.

"You have no idea how jealous I am of you right now angel. A relaxing island getaway sounds like so much more fun than taking care of 6 children with my brothers."

"Aw don't worry Boomie. I'm sure you all will have lots of fun. In fact, I think I'm the jealous one here."

"You? How? You'll be soaking up the sun with a tall drink and a handsome waiter named Alejandro serving your every need." He joked with a hint of jealousy in his tone towards the handsome make-believe waiter.

"But I'll be away from you. And Bambi." Bubbles added, shifting her gaze to the living room, where the TV was blasting while no one watched. "I mean she's only a year old I'm allowed to feel a little separation anxiety right? Like I feel like I always miss her even when I'm in the same area as her."

"Angel, you're allowed to feel any way you want. And I get you. I guess you're right. I'd hate to be away from not only you but Lady adorable as well. But that's the point of the whole trip, isn't it? To get away from everything?"

The blue puff nodded, thinking to herself, "Well before I do that then, I think I need one more hug or else the sadness of being away from her will be too much to bear."

"I'm sure that must be some kind of motherly bond type thing, no?"

"Probably. I just hope she isn't too upset when I'm gone. I read online that babies have no concept of time so when they see that their mother or father isn't around they don't know if they are coming back. Do you think Bambi would believe that? That I wouldn't be coming back for her? Oh Boomie, I don't want her to believe that I would ever leave her." Boomer saw that her eyes were starting to tear up and hoped that she, like Bern, wouldn't cry when the time came for the girls to leave.

"Angel- Bubbles of course not-" He tried to wrap his arms around her before she jumped down from the counter, determination glinted in her eyes. Or maybe that was the tears, Boomer couldn't tell anymore.

"Where is she?"

"Uh-what?"

"Wheres's Bambi? I need to spend as much time as possible with her and make her understand that her mother isn't going to abandon her."

"Uh um I think she's in the playroom?" Boomer muttered, realizing it had been a while since he'd actually seen his child.

Bubbles' blue eyes abruptly flickered from determination to fear. "What do you mean you think she's in the playroom?"

"I mean the last time I checked on her, she was in there chewing on one of Brielle's toys."

"Oh Blossom, bless her heart, she tries but we have no idea where Brielle could've been with those things! Bambi! Honey! I'm coming for you! Your mothers coming baby!" She took off towards the steps, Boomer barely being able to follow as he dodged an angry 3-year-old.

#powerpuffgirls #rowdyruffboys #ppg #ppgfanfic #ppgblossom #ppgbubbles #ppgbuttercup #ppgbrick #rrbbrick #rrbboomer #rrbbutch #ppgboomer #ppgbutch #domestic #family #ppgfanfiction

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 4)

Blackwater

The first night reader and Arthur met :) Contains suggestive conversation, violence and heavy drinking.

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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I could barely keep my eyes open but I could still hear. The piano had stopped playing and people were shouting, my brother being one of those voices. Who knew what they were saying? I didn't particularly care. I'd come here to let go, to drink and to forget everything for the rest of the evening, and that's exactly what I was doing. The barman had kept sliding shots across the bar and I had kept knocking them back, my hands still managing to find the coins for more despite being completely wasted.

Someone on my right was speaking to me, I’d told them to leave me alone but they persisted.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Leave me be,” I grumbled back to him, holding my head up with both hands, elbows on the bar as I stared down into my shot glass.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but-”

“What’chu want? You see a drunk woman at the bar and think she’ll be an easy lay?” I snorted, shaking my head before necking my shot.

“No, it ain’t like that. I’m trying to-” he cut himself off, and I heard his tone change. “You better back off, boy, or you’ll lose some more of those goddamn teeth, you hear?”

I slumped over to one side and tilted my head, catching a glimpse at the back of the guy’s head. There was most definitely a fight breaking out, but I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to enjoy my evening.

“Ma'am, you might want to move. Those men are getting a little rowdy and you're too close for my liking,” the man returned to me and warned, touching my elbow.

I pressed my hand against the bar and pushed myself up so I could look at him properly; I felt like I had the weight of the ocean keeping my head down, either that or the world was tilting and I was fighting against gravity to keep myself upright. I blinked until my eyes focused, and a handsome gentleman with pretty blue eyes and hair the colour of chestnuts came into view. Lots of movement behind him, my brother throwing a fist at someone he didn't like. Again.

“He'll tire himself out,” I told him with lazy lips. “'s my brother.”

There was a clatter and a series of smashes as someone got pushed into a table and I groaned in annoyance, wondering how much the barkeep would want for repairs.

“That's your brother? What's he doin’ getting into fights, shouldn't he be lookin’ after you?” The handsome man said irritably, looking over his shoulder and edging closer to me, arm outstretched as if to shield me as a glass came flying past us.

“He don't look after me, I look after me,” I told him.

The yelling got louder, messier, there were more people getting involved. The barkeep was the closest person to me who was yelling and the only raised voice I could understand. He was telling everyone to stop, take it outside, you'll pay for every broken glass or else.

“I paid for another drink five minutes ago, where is it?” I asked him, being completely ignored. “Hey! Gimme my goddamn drink!” Now I was raising my voice.

“Miss, I think we should leave now,” the man beside me urged, the hand on my elbow tightening into a grasp as the gang of men beating the crap out of each other grew.

“I ain't leaving here with you, I don't even know your name,” I slurred, I was getting annoyed, that bastard behind the bar had stolen my money!

“It's Arthur. I'm sorry, ma'am but I have t-” his body collided with mine roughly and I went tumbling over. I landed on my ass, falling backwards into someone else's legs and sending them flying too, we were like dominoes.

“You pushed me!” I whined up at Arthur, not even registering the cacophony of swear words being thrown at me from behind.

“My apologies, I was pushed,” he held his hand out to me and in the moment I didn't know what he wanted me to do with it. His lovely eyes flashed up over my head and he growled; “don't you start with her, I'm tryin'a get her out of here!”

He made an irritable sound and then I was being pulled up by my arms and pressed up against his side.

“Hey!” I called out, trying to organise my feet in such a way so that they weren't dragging on the floor. Somehow, I ended up outside; I could see my breath. The cool air sobered me up just enough that when Arthur let go of me, I stayed on my feet.

“You alright?” He asked.

“What'chu think you're doing?” I stumbled backwards, straightening out my skirt and blouse.

“Saving your hide, woman!” He snapped.

“I was having a drink!”

“I can damn well see that!” He gestured at me with both hands then shook his head and took a breath. “Never mind, I'm sorry. It was getting ugly in there and I can see you ain't in the best of conditions.”

“‘s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean you've clearly had a skinful, you weren't getting out of that place goin’ in a straight line,” he said and I cracked up. He shook his head in bewilderment as I laughed. “You want me to go get your brother?”

“Nah, he pulls this crap all the damn time, he'll be fine,” I waved my hand back and forth and leaned backwards. Luckily there was a post of some description behind me.

“What am I gonna do with you? I ain't just leaving you here. How far's your home?”

“Uhh, what town are we in again?” I slurred and he looked at me, slack jawed and vacant eyed.

“I’m just gonna put you in the hotel,” he decided.

“I ain't got the money for that!”

“My treat,” he tutted at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me away from the saloon. His body was hot and solid against mine, I could tell he was strong. I giggled and wrapped a hand around one of his arms.

“Look at this big, strong man, takin’ care of me,” I commented, looking up at his face to see his cheeks redden. “Mama would approve.”

“Oh, I don't think she would,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Why's that? Don't be hard on yourself, sir, you're a handsome one,” I told him, patting his cheek. His jaw was a little coarse with stubble.

“And you're drunk,” he laughed, looking down at me.

“I can still use my eyes!” I exclaimed, tripping over my feet but staying upright thanks to the arm around me.

“Careful, now,” he warned.

He led me into the hotel and deposited me onto a chair, holding onto me for a moment to make sure I wasn't going to fall off of it. I was too far gone to be embarrassed about my behaviour and simply grinned up at him. He turned to the man at the desk and requested a room.

“A room for two?” The man questioned, eyeing me up and looking between us. I giggled.

“Yeah!”

“No,” both Arthur and I spoke at the same time.

“I'm jus’ kidding, he ain't getting into these britches that easy,” I laughed, noting the way Arthur looked back at me and cocked a brow in amusement.

“Just a single room for the lady,” he continued, turning back. “Thank you.”

Arthur made his way back to me and helped me up again, which required a lot of effort on his part. I rather liked being lifted around by such a nice man, I might've played up how off balance I was just to feel his arms tighten. I hummed in appreciation as his large hands settled firmly on my waist, feeling something stirring in me.

“I've never been held like this before, you know,” I told him. He frowned and seemed upset by this.

“I'm sorry, ma'am, I fear if I let go you'll hurt yourself,” he explained, taking my hand and putting it on the handrail of the stairs so he could better lead me up them.

“I weren't saying you should let go,” I said, and Arthur looked at me. His face was so close, he was so handsome, I beamed at him. He cleared his throat and looked down at my feet as he continued to help me up the stairs.

“Can you send some water up to the room, please?” He called back to the clerk.

“Of course, sir.”

“Come on, stand up straight, let's just get you into bed,” he muttered, hastening me.

“At least buy me dinner first,” I snickered. Arthur sighed and shook his head.

When we made it to the room he sat me down on the bed, prying my hand from where I'd wrapped it around him for support.

“Now, I'm gonna leave and you're gonna go to sleep and sober up, ya’ hear?”

“Ooh, so demanding,” I purred and snickered, laying back onto the mattress and peering up at him. Arthur flushed again and shook his head. A lady knocked on the door before she came into the room carrying a tray with some glasses and a container of water. She apologised for the intrusion and left it on the dresser before leaving again.

Arthur turned and filled a glass. “Sit up, get some fluids in ya’ that ain't booze.”

“I know what kinda fluids you could put in me.”

“Please. I'm tryin'a be nice,” he complained, holding the glass out to me. I simpered and did as he asked, drinking down the whole glass; he sighed with ease. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I responded, surprising him. “This is all very gentlemanly of you.”

“Yeah well, if I'd have left you there you'd've been on my conscience and I already got enough on that,” he told me, taking a seat on the chair by the door. He sat for a moment, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

“Looks like you need this bed more than I do,” I laughed.

“No, I'm fine. I best be gettin’ on. You take care of yourself, alright? Get some sleep, and don't try going back for your brother tonight.”

“Don't worry, I weren't planning to. He is one heck of an idiot,” I rolled my eyes and laid down on my side, sighing pleasantly at the cushion of a comfy bed.

“You tell him to start lookin’ out for you. Family comes in many forms but it's important, you gotta stick together.”

“I will,” I assured him. He rose to his feet and made for the door. Before he left, I called out to him, telling him my name. “In case I see you around again.”

Arthur chuckled. “That's a lovely name, but, I don't think you will,” he tipped his hat at me before letting himself out. I sighed when the door clicked shut behind him and I rolled onto my back.

The booze in my system pulled me into slumber real quick, that and the comfortable bed and the lack of my brother's snoring through the wall. Arthur made his way into my dreams; the handsome cowboy filling my head with images and sounds that mama would definitely not approve of, and that would turn my face pink with shame once I was sober enough.  

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #fanfiction #ATINK #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan x female reader

[eldritchsurveys]

279.

What may we call you?: >> Mordred, or Rev, or Shadow, or whatever.

When can we send you a birthday card? (Figuratively, of course.): >> Today!

And, where are you calling from? (Again, figuratively.): >> Michigan.

What is your favorite Hostess/Little Debbie snack?: >> I can’t stand those.

Do you/your family buy loaf from the bakery or bagged on the shelf?: >> I buy bagged on the shelf, it’s just convenient.

White, wheat or other?: >> Other (multigrain or sourdough).

Have you ever fixed something without knowing just how you did it?: >> Probably, yeah. I’m like that with computers sometimes.

Do store brands actually taste the same?: >> Some do, most don’t.

Quick! Grab the closest book to you, open to page 5 and type the first line: >> There isn’t a book close to me right now.

What’s the last non-fiction book you’ve read? (Not a school textbook!): >> How To Change Your Mind by Michael Pollan. A deeply fascinating and inspiring read.

Do you make surveys or just take them?: >> Take them, now.

When was the last time you were on a plane?: >> February.

Where were you going and why?: >> New Orleans, for wedding planning (mainly).

What’s the best news you’ve gotten lately?: >> One of my buddies from Discord bought me the Elsweyr expansion for ESO for my birthday lmao.

^And, the worst?: >> I haven’t gotten any bad news recently.

How is 2010 treating you so far, anyway?: >> LMAO... well, I’ll just answer for 2019. It’s been a little rocky at times, of course, but this is honestly one of the better years I’ve had so far, in comparison to past ones.

If you could invent something, what would it be?: >> I don’t know.

Tell me about your favorite pair of pants.: >> I don’t have a favourite pair.

Do you like getting dressed up?: >> Yeah.

Would you rather receive (or give) flowers, chocolates or jewelry?: >> I’m not really interested in any of those things.

Do you drink Vitamin Water?: >> No.

^If yes, what flavor is your favorite?: >> ---

What color are your headphones/earbuds?: >> Black. Is your technology up to date?: >> Not particularly, but it still works wonderfully.

Ever been stuck next to someone really annoying on a LONG plane/train ride?: >> Nope. I usually get either people who keep to themselves, or really kind old ladies or something.

What sound just drives you crazy?: >> Oh man, what sound doesn’t, lmao.

Would you be embarrassed to find out you snored loudly in public?: >> Sure, but I don’t snore so it’s not likely to happen.

Do you embarrass easily?: >> Not really, and if I do get embarrassed it’s usually a brief and manageable experience.

Why were you embarrassed last?: >> I don’t remember.

Are you afraid of heights?: >> No, but certainly incredible heights can be daunting because of that thing that happens where you think your body’s going to randomly go apeshit and throw you off the roof or something. Which it obviously won’t but brains are dumb.

What is a compliment you get most often?: >> I don’t get compliments often enough to be able to tally data.

Tell me about the last frightening/weird dream you had.: >> If I don’t make an effort to remember them, I forget them pretty quickly, so I don’t know.

Now, about the last pleasant dream you had.: >> See above.

Do you feel guilty about killing bugs?: >> Not really, but I’d still rather avoid doing so if I don’t have to.

If there is a spider in your room, will you be up all night knowing that?: >> Probably not. Flying insects, yeah, I’ll definitely be unable to sleep. But the spiders I’ve met tend to kind of just... chill. Or at least stick to the walls/ceiling and not get adventurous about, like, human faces or anything. Is there a trait typical to your gender that doesn’t apply to you?: >> ---

How do you feel about coconut?: >> It’s pretty good. Not in everything, though.

^ Ever cracked one open?: >> Nope.

If you like someone, what do you do?: >> ---

If you DON’T like someone, what do you do?: >> Not much, usually.

What do you feel most insecure about?: >> My ability to interact with other people in a manner that gets me what I need/want.

What’s the best thing about being your gender?: >> The best thing about having no gender is literally everything...

^ And the worst thing?: >> ...except that other people still misgender me on a daily basis.

Do you do your part to save the earth?: >> No...? I don’t bloody know, what even is my part.

Does it ROYALLY piss you off when your intended username is already taken?: >> Nah. I mean it’s fuckin annoying as hell lmao but I usually have backups.

What color do you wear most often?: >> Black.

Describe your sunglasses.: >> They’re just brown-tinted aviators.

What’s the most you’ve spent on a pair of sunglasses?: >> Probably like ten bucks.

^Or, ladies, what about a purse?: >> ---

Actually, what’s the most expensive clothing item/accessory you own?: >> In a few months it will be a bespoke suit. 0_0

Who do you think should have their portrait on a bill?: >> ???

What is your favorite spoken language to listen to?: >> All of them, really. I just think all human languages are fucking cool.

How long until you turn 40?: >> Exactly 8 years to the day!

Do you like coffee? >> Not really. Do your eyes ever twitch? >> Sometimes. Do you get excited when you get something in the mail that isn’t a bill? >> If it’s something worth being excited about, yeah -- like a gift or something novel that I ordered. What was the last thing you wrote by hand? >> I have no idea.

Why did you last feel exhausted? >> Because I’d had a demanding (not negatively so, but just full) day.

Have you ever used emotional blackmail to get your own way? >> Don’t think so, but maybe. Has anybody ever used emotional blackmail on you? >> Yeah. Assuming you have any, is your hair soft today? >> I mean, kind of. It’s more fuzzy-feeling than anything else because of the length. Who did you last worry about and why? >> --- Are you currently looking for a new place to live? >> No. When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? >> I don’t. I absolutely refuse. I won’t insult it but I won’t consume it if I don’t like it and that’s that. Can you see any toys from where you’re sat? >> Plushies, yeah. Last time you heard a growl, who or what did it come from? >> Probably my stomach. Does it bother you when you forget something that you should know? >> Yes! What was the last thing you put off doing? >> I don’t remember. When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? >> --- What was the last thing you cooked? >> --- Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap? >> I just eat wherever I am, whether at my desk or in my room or whatever. When did you last see the sea? >> Not since I left New York :( Which would you prefer as a view; mountains or the sea? >> Either is nice, but I might prefer the sea. Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop) >> Yeah. Do you apologise a lot? >> No. Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of? >> There’s a random framed print of Audrey Hepburn on the wall lmao.

#surveys #survey #random survey

[agentoperationblackout]

Part two of an archive of a conversation between three EPF agents.

721: so… if you don’t mind me asking………

053: pfft its no problem dw

053: obviously i wont tell you exactly who they are cause even if im wrong thats gonna possibly endanger them

053: but like… you know how our usernames have numbers and stuff?

053: they used to correspond to when you joined

053: like thats why REALLY old agents have lower numbers, like me!

053: like agent d for example, shes been working here for a super long time right?

053: ive talked to her before, her number is in the 20s

053: to put things in perspective, jpg is in the 60s

053: and im obviously 053

721: woahhhh

721: wait but there’s no way theres over 700 agents, i feel like things would be really different if that were the case

053: yeah! like i said this was the old system

053: once they migrated to the epf they obviously lost a lot of info from the psa

053: which included the system and how they regulated this to make it automatic

053: at that point with everything else that was going on, g probably just gave up on what was effectively an organizational system

053: there were bigger issues to deal with as you could imagine

053: so now you just get randomly assigned a number thats not in use

053: which means you could get agents who just joined after the popcorn explosion who are number like 998 or somethin

053: and also have agents who just joined before the blackout have like 012 just because the original holder of that number retired or somethin

053: just to name a few examples

721: woah…

721: okay that’s all super cool but what does it have to do with who The Agent is?

053: im getting to that

053: youve read the reports right?

053: i dunno if those are mandatory to read or anything since obviously they didnt exist when i first became an agent

721: wait which reports

721: sorry there’s kind of a lot

053: oh sorry yeah

053: the missions having to do with herbert

053: like when he tried to chop down the ski ledge

053: or when he dug all those holes under club penguin

053: they arent special clearance i dont think but im not sure

721: i think some are since when i’ve read through them there’s always gaps

053: oooo yeah

053: i actually have special clearance since ive worked here so long

053: doesnt really matter anyway though since i lived through most of it

053: but like one detail i always noticed about the reports is that they always omitted the name of the agent doing those missions

053: i know the way our agency works

053: they would have assigned the same agent to deal with herbert pretty much every time

053: cause like

053: that way they wouldnt have to reexplain things to the new agent

053: plus that agent would already know how herbert works and could figure him out better

053: now, i dont know if they were gonna do it anyway, it was some error, or if the agent in question requested their identity be omitted in the reports

053: but im SUUUPER leaning towards the agent in question requesting their identity being omitted

053: since im pretty sure that The Agent is the one who’s dealt with herbert for so long already

721: wait you’ve lost me sorry

053: no its alright!

721: why do you think that The Agent is the same agent who was in the missions with herbert? Sorry

053: no its fine! i should have made that clear eheh

053: so like, think about what we know about The Agent

053: what comes to mind?

721: uhh…

721: they were close with the director, they’d have to be really high up for the director to trust them with that chat client thingy they were using

721: especially since they said that thing about assuming control of the epf, also they knew for sure before the rest of us the director had been taken

721: they seemed pretty insistent on people not knowing their identity, don’t know why that would be though

721: from what i can tell they know herbert and how he operates pretty well

721: also overall they seemed to really know what they were doing and the protocol and stuff

721: oh yeah they mentioned they knew some high up agent that was captured but that might just be the director

721: then again if that were the case they probably would have just said “the director”

721: from the way they talk they clearly value the epf and our island above anything else, even more so than most agents do

721: that’s… that’s about it honestly

053: mhm i came to the same conclusions about them

053: now, and this might be a bit harder,

053: think about what we know about the agent who faced herbert so many times

053: and also what kind of penguin would they probably be

721: hmmm

721: they’d have to be pretty good at thinking on the fly

721: and if i remember right from some of the reports, they had a rather unorthodox way of solving problems?

053: indeed

053: they’d do some of the most irrational things and always end up on top

721: jet pack guy must’ve hated it

053: oh he did dont worry

721: okay also uh…

721: they’d have to be pretty smart i guess? or just know herbert really well in general if they were able to beat him so many times

721: hmm…

721: i don’t remember the details of the missions so well off the top of my head i’m sorry

053: nah its understandable!! you newer agents must get really overwhelmed with just how much stuff you have to read through

721: yeah…

053: but yeah youre pretty much right

053: and looking at it it just… makes sense?

053: like forgive me i know i sound like a conspiracy theorist but it just all fits together so nicely if the agent is also the same agent who just went against herbert so much 053: i forget where i was going with this

053: i am so sorry give me a minute let me read back what started this

721: omg it’s fine!! this is all so interesting :O

721: also it’s nice to see you so excited about something!!!

053: eheh im glad you think so!

053: awww sappy

053: what can i say, this has always been just what im interested in

053: its just been such a nice reliable constant thing, its nice

053: i mean, ive told you why i joined, havent i?

721: yeah and i still wanna hug you for that

721: you didnt deserve that crap

053: eheh…

053: thanks…

053: but yeah its just

053: i guess im doing what an agent should never do

053: but it’s just what seems and feels right?

053: i think ive said before but im a big believer in cosmic fate and destiny and things like that

053: so i dunno

053: i guess it’s just a nice idea that the same agent who first met him could still be fighting against him now

053: especially in a time like this

053: if i have nothing else to hope for, i wanna hang onto this

053: i believe in the agent. i really do

053: gah, im sorry, im really rambling now arent i!!!

053: i didnt mean to go on such a tangent whoops

721: :00000 no it’s really okay!!!!!

721: like i said it’s really nice seeing you be passionate about stuff really anything

721: i’m sorry if this comes across as rude or anything but you just… always seem so distant i guess

721: i always worry about you, but… kat said this was just how you were and that i shouldn’t worry…

721: but i always did anyway

721: so i really am glad to see you enjoying yourself like this

053: aww, thank you

#club penguin #operation: blackout #writing #art #chats #ltrly just 053 talking for like 50 pages straight i love them #053 #721 #agent #herbert #dot #jet pack guy #The Director

[sadrien]

wanna chat? pt.20

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20

i'm not dead yet but i'm v close

eponine = alya enjolras = marinette grantaire = nino marius = adrien

enjoy

13:04

eponine: dont listen to marinette

enjolras: Ummm???? LIsten to Marinette

eponine: no fuck u

enjolras: :P

grantaire: ???????? what did you do  

eponine: NOTHI N G

enjolras: She tried to chase Chat after the akuma attack and almost fell in the Seine 

eponine: i did not

enjolras: She was 100% ready to swim

eponine: NO I WANS T

grantaire: oh is that where you went

eponine: f i g h t  m e

grantaire: al youd do anything for another interview wiht one of them

eponine: >:( u arent wrong tho

grantaire: exactly i cant believe you almost went into the river  

eponine: i hate you

 14:16 

enjolras: Has anyone heard from Adrien today??

grantaire: i talked to him thsi morning

enjolras: When was this morning

grantaire: uhhh like…. 2  

enjolras: Sleep??? Is a thing??????????

grantaire: video games are also a thing

enjolras: I hate you

grantaire: </3

 14:25 

eponine: good afternoon i am gay

grantaire: youre bi

eponine: good afternoon i am bi do u have a moment 2 talk about our lord and savior ladybug 

enjolras: Why are you like thsi

eponine: im running on like 5 cups of coffee

marius: lmao lame

eponine: what 

grantaire: ?????

enjolras: Did alya steal adriens phone again

eponine: first of all rude second of all what 

marius: who even is everyone on here??} what kind of nerd club is this  

grantaire has changed their name to nino

nino: blame adrien he got all geeky on us  

eponine has changed their name to ladybugfan2020

ladybugfan2020: hello im still bi

marius: what in fresh hell is going on here

enjolras has changed their name to mari

mari: Who are you??? And why do you have Adriens phone  

marius: because he’s too trusting lol guess who’s thumbprint is in it and has access to everything 

nino: i know my dude doesnt have anything weird on his phone that he wouldnt want people to see but still bro thats ominous  

marius: ;* 

ladybugfan2020: really tho who r u

marius: god i can’t believe you can’t figure it out who do you think adrien would trust not only with his phone but also enough to put their fingerprint in it????? 

ladybugfan2020: nino mari probably not me but a girl can dream ladybug chat link 

marius: i’m stopping you right there because fictional characters don’t count i’m honestly offended is there a block button on skype??? 

mari: Why do you have his phone Chloe? 

marius: wow!!! one of you has a brain!!! a concept 

nino: oh shit he had a big photoshoot today didnt he man i feel bad that i forgot 

mari: He didnt want to talk about it much dont feel too bad

marius: no shame on you for forgetting clearly i’m the only one who cares about adrien here 

ladybugfan2020 has removed marius from the group. 

mari: Alya no

ladybugfan2020: alya yes?? i dont like her 

mari: I mean same but Adrein wont know why hes been removed

nino: mars got a point

ladybugfan2020: ugh y do i like either of u

ladybugfan2020 has added marius to the group.

marius: fucking rude

ladybugfan2020: fight me

marius: maybe i will!!!!

nino: last time you did that al got akumatized lets ton e it down

marius left this group

ladybugfan2020 has added marius to this group.

marius: fuck you

ladybugfan2020: oh u wish

marius: i want out

mari: Then put down Adriens phone??

marius: i’m bored this photoshoot is boring you’re all JUST as boring though  

marius has changed their name to chlo

chlo: a random reminder that i hate you all and am only talking to you because i’m desperate

nino: im honored

chlo: you should be

ladybugfan2020: new question y r u at the photoshoot

chlo: cause i was in part of it?? duh 

mari: You model?

chlo: ok so clearly i need to talking up myself MORE i thought that was something people like you wanted me to stop doing make up your mind 

mari: You cant tell but Im rolling m y eyes

chlo: of course i’m a model have you seen me

nino: unfortunately

chlo: fuck off

ladybugfan2020 has renamed this conversation to “chloe sux”

chlo: fucking this is why i’m not friends with any of you  

mari: Lets be real you wouldnt be friends with us if we werent like this

chlo: probably true

nino: i dunno we were pretty close when we were 6?  

chlo: oh god don’t remind me i’ve blocked that from my memory 

nino: what? dont like remembering how we got married on the playground 

chlo: get out of my life lahiffe

nino: are we getting a divorce?? 

mari: No you got divorced when we were 8

ladybugfan2020: i feel like im watching a soap opera wild did we all get married on the playground??? i got married to this girl in my class when i was 4 and she was my first kiss good times we had to break up tho cause she wanted to go on the slide when i wanted to use the monkey bars 

mari: Aw tragic young love

chlo: not surprised

ladybugfan2020: k ive shared every1 else go share ur 1st kiss

mari: Kim in a game of truth or dare when I was eleven

nino: chloe at our wedding

chlo: lame also i don’t owe you anything cesaire  

ladybugfan2020: i can just ask adrien later

chlo: fuck ok i kissed alix the day before nino and i got married alix kissed me i think it was a dare  

nino: i cannot believe you cheated on me i want another divorce 

chlo: yeah yeah

ladybugfan2020: whyd u 2 divorce anyway?

nino: chloe didnt invite me to her birthday

chlo: ummm????? i mean no i didn’t because it was a girls only sleepover but also i remember YOU had a crush on mari so 

ladybugfan2020: just kno i am living

mari: YOu had a crush on me when we wer e 8???

nino: mari i hope you know everyone has had a crush on you

mari: ???????????????

ladybugfan2020: can confirm

chlo: ew they need me to do something i’ll steal adrien’s phone back later be less lame when i get back 

nino: no promises

ladybugfan2020: lmao anyway now we just gotta find out who adriens 1st kiss was any1 kno?  

mari: Nino would know

nino: i mean i do but thats for him to share im sure he will but ill let him do it 

ladybugfan2020: nice now we just gotta remember to ask ive got it 

ladybugfan2020 has renamed this conversation to “who was adrien agrestes first kiss??? find out more at 6”.

mari: Subtle

ladybufan2020: thanks

 14:43 

chlo: i lived bitch

nino: did chloe just meme

chlo: of course i did???? i mean come ON adrien agreste is my best friend what did you expect?  

nino: nah dude hes my bes t friend

chlo: no he’s not

ladybugfan2020: rude™

mari: Were his best friends???? 

chlo: pff you’re more than just his friends 

ladybugfan2020: ????

chlo: nothing anyway you people are boring god did you do nothing while i was gone?? how does he suffer being in your presence 

nino: has anyone ever told you youre kinda rude and obnoxious

chlo: yeah you multiple times 

nino: cool imma do it again

chlo: where’s the middle finger emoji 

nino: :P

mari: I cant believe you came back  

chlo: yeah neither can i guess you’re less boring and annoying than doing nothing

PM between chlo and ladybugfan2020

ladybugfan2020: can i ask y u hate mari 

chlo: i don’t hate her

ladybufan2020: …

chlo: it’s a long story

ladybugfan2020: well shes my best friend and ur kind of a dick to her

chlo: yeah well i’m not a nice person

ladybugfan2020: have u ever considered trying to b a nicer person

chlo: fuck off adrien agreste is my best friend what the hell do you think 

ladybugfan2020: try harder

in who was adrien agrestes first kiss??? find out more at 6 

mari: Has Adrien seriously been working this whole time???

chlo: not constantly but he hasn’t had much downtime when he’s not getting pictures taken of him they’re having him do other stuff probably cause he’s the boss’ kid but i don’t know i just pose and look pretty 

nino: use no brain power like usual

chlo: haha very funny

ladybug2020: do u think hes gonna read through all these messages???

mari: Depends on if hes tired or not

ladybug2020: mk hey sunshine if ur reading this ilysm thats all 

chlo: ugh they need me

mari: I mean you are like Working 

chlo: whatever we’re almost done so adrien will probably be on next bye losers

nino: bye ex wife

 15:07 

chlo: Ok I see that something happened Oh my username has changed Well ok that explains almost everything

chlo has changed their nickname to adrien 

adrien: I had to turn autocaps back on

nino: dude thats lame

adrien: I’m a lame person Also to answer the chat name’s question Nino 

ladybugfan2020: ???????? what??????????? when did this happen?????? 

adrien: A few months ago?

nino: sounds about right 

adrien: I had to do a photoshoot that was going to involve kissing a girl and I didn’t want my first kiss to be work related I was talking about it to Nino and he was like “the answer is to have your first kiss before the photoshoot”  

mari: And so the next logical step was to kiss NIno

adrien: …yeah sort of

nino: fun fact adrien is a great kisser @alya cause mari already knows 

mari: Please stop talking to me oh my god

ladybugfan2020: i feel like im missing out how do i get adrien agreste to kiss me how did u do it mari? it was an accident right??? just like…fall asleep on his face?  

mari: I’m leaving goodbye I hate you all

ladybugfan2020: </3

#adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #my fics #wanna chat

[jayankles]

Countdown

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4277

Warnings: Implied smut, drinking, angst, fluff, character death

A/N - This is my entry for @therealdeanwinchester13 writing box challenge - I received the prompt: Write a story that involves a countdown. Start the story at 10 and end the story at 1

A/N 2 - Also shoutout to one of my best friend’s, Ty, who I don’t know the username of, but I know he’s stalking me and waiting for this. My dude, here you go.

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

Ten years. Some would say that ten years was a long time, but not for a nineteen year old especially when you had your whole life ahead of you. You were stupid and naive. You knew that but you would sell your soul again in a heartbeat,especially when it was to save your family. They had all died, leaving you behind, survivors guilt you would have called it and it was, that was how you felt. You felt guilty for not dying, that you were the only one left. The stories you heard about making deals with crossroad demons had to be a myth but it was worth a shot. You had to try and save your family because in all honesty you couldn’t live alone.

You kissed the demon to seal the deal and it was done, your life would be over in ten years but you didn’t care, your family would learn to live without you. I know hypocritical, right?

The years rolled by and you felt even more guilt with each passing day, soon you would be leaving your family but what really got you was how close you all were after the accident had happened.

Your family had become solid unit, they became more greatful for what they have already rather than focusing on what they didn’t. They said their grace at the table, thankful for living another day, thanking God that they hadn’t died the day of the car crash. You nearly balled listening to them, you could barely keep it together, nearly blurting out that you only had half a decade until your death had come to pass.

With six years of your death sentence gone, you wasted no more of your life, if you had four more years left you were going to live your life to the fullest. Although you never finished school, you wanted to enjoy your life before you died. You went to a convention and met your favourite celebrity, oh yeah that would be what you take to the grave. You went skinny dipping, saw the northern lights, swam with dolphins, hugged a few seals, managed to learn enough Spanish to go to Barcelona and went to Disneyland in Florida. To others it may not seem much but it was everything on your bucket list completed.

What you didn’t anticipate was to fall in love with someone; that wasn’t supposed to happened, especially when you only had two years left.

You had come back from Florida and landed back in your hometown, you had three years left but had already got so much done. With your suitcases in tow, you made your way to the nearest bar, not bothering to go home just yet. Ordering a drink, you tucked your bags under the counter of the bar.

Nodding your thanks to the bartender, you sipped at the liquor, not wanting to down the whole thing. A tall, beautiful, green eyed man took a seat next to you. You were a goner as soon as you locked eyes and he gave you a boyish grin.

‘Boyfriend kick you out?’ He innocently inquired, glancing at your bags.

You laughed at him, throwing your head back, ‘that’s a great first sentence. You use that pick up line a lot?’

Green Eyes pouted before apologising, ‘I just assumed. Pretty girl like you, suitcases, and you’re alone drinking whiskey.’

‘I thought that was your way of asking me if I wanted to get outta here and forget out him, who you thought he was.’

He turned his body to face you, he leaned in, his breath hot on your neck, ‘we can if you want to.’

‘There’s one thing I wanna know though, before we do get outta here.’

‘Shoot, Princess.’

You pulled back, whispering in his own ear, ‘who’s name I’ll be screaming again and again.’ Biting his ear, you leant back in your seat, watching as his expression turn from shock to lust in a matter of seconds.

‘Dean, and you might be?’

You thought it over; would you give him a fake name and leave him in the morning where he couldn’t find you, or just give him your real name and add this night to your achieved goals that you didn’t know you wanted until now? ‘(Y/N), my name is (Y/N).’ You gave him a sweet smile and ducked your head.

Dean gripped your chin and tilted your head up, planting a quick kiss on your lips, not giving you enough time to respond as he just as quickly pulled away.

Once you downed your drink in one go, he grabbed your suitcases and lead you out to his car; a beautiful in its own right at that.

The black, retro, muscle car stood out against all the new, more modern, models of cars, yet they couldn’t compare to the prize that sat in front of you. ‘Wowza.’

‘Yeah, I know right.’

‘She’s freaking gorgeous!’ You exclaimed excitedly, sliding a hand over the hood of the chevy as Dean packed your suitcases in the trunk of his car.

‘How’d you know my Baby was a she?’

Shrugging, you answered, ‘eh, lucky guess. It definitely wasn’t the goo goo eyes you were making at her when we walked over here. Looks like I have a little competition, huh?’

‘Well Baby can keep me warm at night but I can’t snuggle with her in a bed now, can I?’

‘Wouldn’t have taken you for a snuggler, Dean.’ You had trouble keeping the smirk off your face.

Dean slammed the trunk shut and made his way over where you were still standing, wrapping his arms around your waist. ‘There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, (Y/N).’

‘Uh huh, that would be because we just met, you dork.’

‘Guess we should get aquainted then get to know each other real good.’

With your arms around Dean’s neck, you pulled him closer, closing the distance between you, kissing his lips. ‘Let’s go then.’

It wasn’t a surprise that when you woke up Dean wasn’t there, his clothes weren’t where he had thrown them across the room. The sheets were cold but you didn’t expect any less, the only good thing about it was that the pillow still smelt like him; leather and – was that, gun powder?

Whatever it was, he smelt good.

You ripped the sheets from your body, not caring that you were naked; you were taking a shower. Surprisingly, the motel’s water pressure was heavenly, the strength of the water pelted again your skin, rinsing off the suds that clung to your body.

Half way through washing when a pair of arms wrapped around your torso, you squealed and turned in their arms, your arm swung up ready to throw a punch before you realised who it was and relaxed.

‘Dean. Don’t do that!’ You shouted, hitting his chest. ‘I thought you were gone.’

‘Couldn’t stay away from you, pretty girl.’

‘Such a sweet talker.’

‘Only for you.’ He grinned.

You nodded, ‘uh huh, how many women you said that to?’

Dean tipped his head forward, leaning his on your own, ‘women? Just you. Girls that didn’t stand a chance? none. But if it’s any consellation, this is the longest I’ve ever stay and to be honest I don’t wanna leave.’

He kissed the tip of your nose, his lips moving down your jaw, suckling at your neck. ‘I have a feeling that there is a but at the end of that sentence.’

‘I have to leave soon.’

‘And there it is.’

Dean shut off the water, carrying you back out into the bedroom.

He shrugged on his brown faded leather jacket, his mouth never left yours, his tongue licking over the roof of your mouth, swirling with yours.

Dean left not long after, no promises of seeing each other but left behind the best night of your life.

A couple months had passed and you were still adding things to your bucket list, ticking them off a lot more slower as you went. You still lived with your parents and siblings, wanting to spend as much time with them as humanly possible, they thought it was because of the car accident; they were both wrong and right. Close to midnight, it was time for bed the endogenous pacemakers inside you telling your body to shutdown and go to sleep. Getting changed into your pyjamas, you made your way to the bathroom and quickly brushed your teeth. Once spat out and rinsed, you buried yourself under the fluffy, warm quilt, sighing in contentment before closing your eyes.  Just as you were about to go into the depths of your dreams, your phone flashed alerting you of an incoming text message.  *Go to the window* 'What the hell?' You whispered, mostly to yourself. It was an unknown number. Groaning and whining, you tossed off the sheets with a small flick of your wrist.  You were shocked to say the least, you didn't expect the person on the other side of your window to be the guy you had been constantly on your mind, but there he was. 'Dean?' His brown hair was spiked, his green eyes still prominent in low lighting, the leather jacket he wore all those nights ago clung to his back, thrown over a grey tee and a green flannel shirt. He was still the same man from all those months ago, yet he looked like he had aged a few years. His shoulders were hunched like the whole world rested on his shoulders and maybe it did, it could have been a whole different world to yours but his body language said it all; he looked as if he was about to explode.  'Hey,' he whispered, barely able to hold eye contact.  'Hi.' You usher him in silently, sure not to make a lot of sound, hoping that no one in the house has heard a thing. Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your bed, sitting cross legged on top of it, waiting for him to talk.  Coughing to clear his throat, he talks 'I'm sorry.' He blurted out in a hushed tone.  'Why?' You laugh.  'I don't know. I text you in the middle of the night, and know where you live, I thought you'd think I was a stalker...or something.' You smirk at his uneasiness, 'nah, I think it's sweet. You went through all that trouble just for me.' Nonchalantly, you shrug like it's not a big deal, internally, you were freaking out. You had wanted to see him again but thought that it was just another one night stand for him, another notch under his belt. One and done. Love 'em and leave 'em. You get the gist. But why was he here now? 'Before I left, I - um - I got your phone number, I was hoping to see you again sooner but something happened. I ended up in the hospital and my dad died saving my life.' His voice broke at the last sentence, trying and failing to keep it together.  His head topped forward, trying to conceal the tears that were falling from his eyes. 'I didn't know where else to go.'  Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you let him bury his head in the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his short locks. 'Shh, Dean. I'm here, okay, I'm right here. I'll stand by you.' With the awkward position you were in, you kept fidgeting, trying to get into a comfortable position, but to no avail. Dean noticed your constant movement and removed himself from your body. 'I'm sorry,' he sniffled, 'I'll go.' 'No, stay.' Shifting back on the bed, you got yourself under the covers and opened it up, waiting for Dean to slide in next to you.  Lying on your back, Dean rests his head upon your chest. 'Thank you' You kiss his forehead and snuggle into the mattress beneath you, and Dean on top of you, his full body weight a comfort to your chest, him curled into your smaller frame. Quiet muttering fell from his lips, inaudible ones at that, so you carded your fingers through his hair, humming a random, soothing tube that came straight to mind. 

Your parents had come to check on you in the morning, seeing what was taking so long, you were usually up before them. A hot cup of coffee in hand, while you read the newspaper and wrote in your journal. 

When you didn't show after two hours, they glanced at each other and shrugged, having their silent conversation. Maybe you were just having an off day, and did your usual but instead in your bedroom. They were stunned when you were wrapped around a man of your age. Dean's arm was around your back and his hand resting on your shoulder, pulling you down to him. Even in his sleep, he couldn't help but cling to you. Your father was going to lose it, he didn't want anyone near his baby girl, even if you were in your twenties. Your mother saw his rugged expression, and put a hand to his chest, effectively pushing him out the door and shutting it behind her.  Your father gave your mother a confused look but she only smiled, glancing back at the closed door. 'She loves him.' She simply said.  He replied through gritted teeth, 'how do you know?' 'I just do.' Your mother smiled, an grabbed your father's hand, pulling him back down the stairs to leave you be. She had never seen you cling onto someone in your sleep, you barely even did that when you were young. Sure you would snuggle against them every now and then but never clinging to them like they were your life line like now.  She couldn't have been more right. Even in the short amount of time you had known the broken man, you did love him and you couldn't help it. Even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself yet. 

Waking up, you found yourself in a tangle of limbs, your eyes fluttered open and were met with the most majestic yet sleepy green eyes. 

'Hey,' you whispered, your breath softly hitting his face. You smiled against his lips as he pressed them to yours sweetly.  'Hi,' he said back. 'You sleep okay?' Dean's smile softened, you could tell that you might have hit a nerve, maybe he thought you were treating him like a caged animal, one that didn't need to be talked down at. But then he surprised you. 'Yeah, it was nice, you know? Just to let something go. But I still feel guilty, that's not going away any time soon.' With the both of you on your sides, you had no where else to look but at each other. A crease was forming in his brow as you admired his godlike beauty, the crease in which you reached up and stroked your thumb over to get rid of. 'It's okay, you don't have to talk, thank you for sharing even that much. You barely even know me and I get the whole bottling shit up until you explode.' You mumbled a trust me under your breath before you asked Dean if he wanted some breakfast. He muttered a yeah, please into the pillowcase he buried his head into but you caught his muffled response. When you got downstairs, you noticed that your parents were acting strangely, a little stranger than usual. They were whispering to each other in hushed tones, looking and pointing at you. You continued to cook your breakfast a little more than usual due to Dean eating as well but you didn't want them to question it. That was a path you didn't want to go down, especially with your parents. You had finally had it when the whispered became a little louder and you heard an ask her from your father. 'What?! Just spit it out already!' Your parents were taken aback, you rarely ever lost your temper so they must have realised that they had pissed you off to a certain degree. You saw the not so subtle nudge your mother gave to your father. 'Who's the guy?' You blinked at his bluntness, but appreciated that he didn't beat around the bush. You quickly came up with something that wasn't completely a lie, but wasn't the entire truth either.  'He's a friend who needed someone to be there for him. Someone he loved died, then he got drunk and called me so I went to go meet him. He was too intoxicated and we were close so I brought him here. Is that all?'  When they nodded that they were done, you turned back to your scrambled eggs and waffles that nearly burned because you weren't paying attention. You quickly dished up two plates and put them in a tray, a coffee for each of you, syrup and whipped cream on the side.  Opening your bedroom door, you entered with a tray full, 'not to be alarmed or anything but my parents know your here-' Dean shot up at the mention of your parents, he was beginning to panic a little. 'How?' He interjected quickly. You sighed and told Dean to take the tray from you so you could sit cross legged in front of him the food in between the two of you as you bag an to eat. 'Not sure about that part but I just told them that you were a friend who got drunk and called me for assistance. Sorry.' He cupped your cheek and tilted your head to look at him. 'Hey, there's no need to apologise,' he leaned forward a piece of his waffle still in him mouth, still so fresh that you could taste it as he captured your lips with his; your lips curled against his own plump ones. 'So what's gonna happen now? Do you have to go back?' You asked as your eyes hovered looking over at his own, trying to get a read on what your future with him held.  That spell was broken as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours. 'I will do, my brother, he still needs me.' You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, you didn't want to feel this way but Dean had a pull on you that no other man has had within the time space you had known him. 'I get it. I wish you could stay here but family is important, I know that.' But I'm selfish. 'And I want you to go to your brother. He needs you and you need him.' But I need you too. 'When do you have to leave?' 'Maybe tomorrow. I wanna spend time with you before I go.' 'Can you promise me something?' Dean doesn't do promises but he wants to hear what you have to say.  'What is it?' 'That you'll stick with your brother no matter what,' you sniffled. 'And that if you ever get the time you'll come visit me, even if it's just for a little while?' You know you were asking for way too much, that he shouldn't be promising to see you again when you've only spent two days in his company; not even that.  'I can promise to try. I'll try and come back to you, whenever I can and as for my little brother, I'll always be there for him. I'll do that. For you. For him. For me.' 'What do you wanna do today then?' You asked, trying to change the subject to a more positive note. He shrugged, 'it's up to you, s'your neighbourhood.' 'Well it depends, do you want adventure or relaxation?' You cocked your head to the side as you thought about what there was to do here.  'All about the relaxing now.' 'Okay, um, there's an arcade about three or four miles from here, then we could go out to a diner or have a picnic, if you want. Just a suggestion.' You rambled, scratching at your skin; a nervous habit.  Dean's hand covered yours and stopped you from tearing the skin on you hand apart, he smiled softly, easing your nerves.  'How 'bout we do all a those. Picnic first for lunch then go to the arcade, then to the diner for dinner. Maybe we can do something else too.' Without thinking to much into it, you automatically said, 'what would we do?' And then it clicked as he gave you a cheeky smirk, 'oh, ohh!' You giggled, 'yeah we should definitely do that.' He must have been satisfied with that as he his smirk turned into a grin, making his teeth more prominent, portraying his excitement for the day ahead. You continued to eat your breakfast in a comfortable silence, smiling at each other every now and then, looking forward to spending the day together in each other's company. When you were finished you got dressed casually; a tank top, knee length shorts, pair of sneakers, thankful for the warm weather, you completed the look with a blue plaid shirt.

Dean luckily bought an over night bag with some extra clothes that he changed into. He helped you pick out the food and drink to take with you - mostly consisting of junk food and beer - but you could live with it, especially when you only had a few years left. You eanted to enjoy life with him as much as you could.

Dean spent as much time as he could with you, he took care of his brother; so far he kept his promise and for that you were thankful.

It wasn’t until he had to leave for another unknown reason. You didn’t see him for another nine months, you were running out of time. It was dangerous to love Dean the way you did; it was selfish. If you became attached, you would only be hurting yourself in the end. You couldn’t help yourself. Every time you would give yourself a pep talk into pushing him away, he would flash you a smile, kiss you and make all reasonable thoughts drown in your mind. He left you breathless and wanting more, something that he never denied you.

He showed up bloody and bruised, you never knew what he did, but you never pried. It worried you to no end but still you tried your hardest to patch him up and stop the bleeding, doing as he instructed.

Another year passed, Dean came and went, his visits staggered but he was still trying. A few days until end of your ten year death sentence was nye. You thought you were going crazy, you heard scratching at the door and growling. When you looked through the peep hole, you didn’t see anything so shrugged it off and walked away.

This time, you called Dean to see if he was free to spend the next couple of days together, if you were to be happy, it was to be with him. That was your final wish that you quitely spoke to whoever was listening. Someone must have been gracious enough to grant you that as Dean accepted your invitation to spend a week together, just the two of you. You didn’t need a week though.

The growling and scratching became louder. When you asked Dean about it he said he hadn’t heard anything but as he was denying you accusations of the noises, they sounded again. They were more persistent this time, they scratched the bottom of the door off.

‘Oh no,’ your heart dropped, you finally realised what this meant, your time was over.

‘What?’ Dean asked from his position on the couch seeing that you had cowered into the corner, rocking back and forth clutching at your ears, attempting to block out the sound.

‘I’m sorry.’ You cried.

Dean was helpless as he saw the door swing open due to an invisible force. He couldn’t hear, nor see the monster that was after you, but when his senses caught up with him, he was too late. Marks  from the hell hound began to to drag down your torso, you fell on the floor, the hell hound ripping your skin to shreds. It was like the air was leaving your body but when Dean tried to help ypu and haul the invisible hound from your body, you were already spewing up blood, coughing on the fresh liquid, spurting over his face as his hands covered your wounds – the ones he could put a hold on anyway.

‘What did you do?’ His eyes searched your eyes, begging you to tell him what was going on but he didn’t know what to do, how to help you. It was beginning to be the end. He was scrutinising you, he knew that these would be your last moments together.

‘Accident...Ten...Demon deal...sorry...love you...’

Dean closed his eyes as he took in your disspersed words and pieced them together; you had sold your soul to save those that were in the accident. You had told him that you loved him. He did all he could think of to do, he pressed him lips to yours one last time The hell hound had torn your skin for the final time, your flesh torn apart, the light from your eyes was slowly dissipating until you took your last breath and the hell hound had left you to meet in hell.

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120 years later…

‘Dean?’

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