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jvnluvr · 1 year

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blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡

when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.

ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33

itoshi sae:

god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.

he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.

you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.

"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.

"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"

what..?

your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.

"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.

"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?

sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."

he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.

michael kaiser:

"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.

“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.

"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.

"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.

"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.

"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.

"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.

"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.

"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.

itoshi rin:

rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.

"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.

"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.

"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.

so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.

"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."

"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.

"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.

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yurislotusgarden · 6 months

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Hi there! How are you? Can I please request number 11 for the event with Dazai, Kunikida, and Fyodor? I'm a sucker for giving hand kisses, honestly XD. Gn or female reader, I don't mind.

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: just over 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, reader’s gender is not specified in any way, they both are lowkey whipped <33, This is my fav work so far ngl

ʚїɞ I'm very well these days, thank you for asking! I do not write for Kunikida, sorry anon! Hope you don't mind it too much!

ʚїɞ Does it all the time, at every opportunity

ʚїɞ You think you would get used to it, and you probably would stop getting that red hue on your cheeks if he didn’t keep eye contact with you while doing it

ʚїɞ Ya know the way one would bow to kiss a lady’s hand as a greeting in the past?

ʚїɞ Yeah he does that

ʚїɞ There's no place on your hands that hasn't been kissed by this man

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The sun was slowly going down, the orange hue falling over the water, giving it a beautiful glow.

Two figures could be seen taking a walk along the water line, green bushes and trees dimmed in color upon being caught in the sun's rays, surroundings pleasantly bare of other people.

Dazai Osamu, one of the two figures mentioned before, thought that he had seen everything and that no view could cause shock or any other bigger emotion to go throughout his body or mind, and yet, he's standing still, planted in one place, the view of his beloved s/o, the love of his life, painted in the orange-yellow glow of the setting sun, taking his breath away.

Sometimes he wonders, how did he get so lucky? Because he had to do something in his past life to deserve all this. There’s no way he just got lucky for no reason, it’s not possible, not for him.

“You alright, Samu?”

A simple question said in a gentle voice, was enough to snap the man out of the daze he was in. He was so in his thoughts that he didn't even register you looking over at him.

“Yeah… Yeah, I am, love. Sorry for that.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, don’t worry. We all get lost in our thoughts sometimes.”

Oh… Dazai swears that if he were to die right now, even if in the most painful way imaginable, it would still be a happy death.

He cannot comprehend your care. For other people, objects, opinions, all sorts of things… and him. He will never understand how can you care for him out of all people. Past him would argue that he simply doesn’t deserve it, and present him can’t fully disagree but… if you decided he deserves it, or needs it, as you once said, he will take it all. His heart never would, still can’t, and never will be able to stand the precious love that comes from you.

Dazai was aware you were about to speak, but he still went with what he wished to do. A hand gently touched yours, grasping it softly before bringing it up a little, effectively stopping you from speaking.

Once he brought your hand up enough, around the height of his hips, he could be seen leaning down, seemingly bowing before placing a gentle kiss upon your knuckles while keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

If there’s one thing he could promise to never get tired of, it would definitely be the light red hue blossoming upon your cheeks every time.

ʚїɞ Does it as an actual greeting

ʚїɞ He woke up and said "Let's be an asshole to everyone but the love of my life, Let's be a gentleman to them instead"

ʚїɞ He ALWAYS goes for the knuckles

ʚїɞ He bows on occasions, but most of the time he raises your hand up to his lips to place a gentle kiss, usually as a hello or goodbye

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The moon shined brightly tonight, giving everything that met the gentle glow a serene silver look.

Serenity. Something Fyodor doesn't have unless he finds himself inside the four walls of his home. Something he always, with no fail, finds near you. You, the figure he's been looking at for the previous half a minute.

The dark-haired man was planning on leaving the house quietly, with little to no sound to ensure that his beloved wouldn't wake, yet there you were. Glowing under the moonlight shining through the window not too far away from your person like a fairy, like an angel that decided to bless him with their presence. 'Like the moon is calling out to them' he thought.

“So? Will you answer my question, Fedya?”

A quiet, gentle voice snapped Fyodor out of the trance he found himself in. He always does it whenever you both are awake at such ungodly hours, doesn’t he?

“Yeah. Just have to go look through something, won’t take too long, myshka.”

And he can’t help it. The way you look under the moonlight will always take the air out of his lungs for a short minute. The way it makes your hair shine gently, the way your figure fits into the grey shades around you, the way it makes your eyes look so serene.

A sigh came from your direction before you spoke up. “Just come back safe, please.”

He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you and your care. He’s aware of that fact. Fyodor was aware of what he did for his plans, and that someone else who would do something like he does, wouldn’t most likely get such care from someone so delicate.

It doesn’t matter how you look, because in his eyes you’re like a fragile doll, something that could be broken if not looked after properly. The dark-haired man doesn’t know how he got your heart, but he guessed he had to get simply lucky. Fyodor didn’t manipulate you, even if it was in his plans, had you happened to not fall for him through his advances, but you did. It was all you.

“You know I will.”

A promise he swore to keep. After all, in his eyes there had to be someone to protect you. His figure could be seen walking up to you in a calm manner before he slowly stuck out his hand towards you, a sign for you to give him your hand yourself. You did so. It would be a crime if he said he never noticed how your eyes always seem to soften up at his gesture.

Fyodor could’ve been seen raising your hand up to his lips, before planting a gentle goodbye kiss upon your knuckles.

Serenity. A word foreign to Fyodor before you came into his life, but he couldn’t have been more grateful for that.

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anqelically · 9 months

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hi ava!! congrats on 300!! ♡

i love your event sm, i am a sucker for angst! how abt dazai + dialogue 8 :,)

shizukana wakare | osamu dazai x gn!reader

word count: 0.6k

content: no manga spoilers, angst

navi | bsd masterlist | event (closed)

you never completely understood him.

osamu dazai— an enigma of a man that always kept you on your toes. it was the mysterious air around him that lured you in. his coffee-brown eyes, lacking any semblance of light, guided you through the darkness. and though he led you through it, you knew you’d never escape.

you grew up in the shadows of yokohama. you stole food to get by and manipulated others to get what you needed. being alone starting from such a young age forced you to learn how to fend for yourself, even if the methods weren’t ethical.

no one else was there to teach you otherwise.

and even when you were recruited— no, forced into the port mafia, almost no one tried to change your ways. almost. there was someone. he was older than you by a couple of years and already in his 20s.

sakunosuke oda did not kill no matter the circumstances. he was a low-ranking port mafia member who was handed trifling missions. for someone in the port mafia, he was quite strange. and for an organization brimming with odd individuals, that was saying something.

he did not belong in the organization, that was easy to understand. oda deserved much more than to be in the port mafia.

oda was caring towards you. when he started to take care of a couple of children after the dragon head conflict, you were sure that it was just in his nature to try to take care of people like you, orphans who had no one else to guide them.

you knew he tried, that man. yet your soul, wallowing in despair, could only find solace in another who was in the same state. that person was dazai, the boy you met through oda.

he may bleed red, but the crimes he committed are enough to turn the blood running through his veins black. and maybe because the two of you were so similar, you couldn’t let dazai go. out of all the people you knew, he understood you the best.

and that’s why you couldn’t bear to see him leave.

you knew that growing attached to someone like him was a dangerous game, yet you couldn’t help yourself. loving dazai was a gamble of its own, and you could feel everything you bet on slipping away.

something else happened that day, the day oda died. you were hurt too, yet you knew there was another conflict within dazai’s mind. and whatever it was, you were scared of its effect. because now, a few days later, dazai was going to leave you too. you asked him to stay, but you knew all too well that it wasn’t going to happen.

“you can’t…” you held the fabric of his black jacket tightly. “i can’t live without you. please, please don’t leave me behind too.”

the alleyway was quiet, and you felt like the walls were beginning to close in. the air was slowly suffocating you as you awaited for dazai’s response, hands still tight on his jacket.

“i can’t stay in the port mafia anymore,” dazai said, his words cutting through the tension. his tone was colder than usual, you noticed. “i can’t stay, and you can’t leave. this… whatever this is, it isn’t meant to be.”

his words, short in numbers, were anything but lies. he was right, of course he was. you couldn’t imagine a life outside of the one you have now, and that’s why you couldn’t leave with him. a life of crime is all that you know, so you wouldn’t change even if you did leave with dazai.

“but even a cold-blooded killer can change,” you can hear oda’s voice ring in your ears.

you thought, ‘but not me’

your shoulders slumped in defeat, arms dropping to your sides. there was no point in holding dazai back anymore, not when he was willing to try to change. even if there was something special between the two of you, you weren’t enough for him to stay. the moments you spent in each other’s arms, or the late nights out in the city would never be enough.

you were ready to leave when dazai suddenly wrapped his long coat around your shoulders. you touched the fabric, looking up at him in surprise. although no words were spoken, you knew what he was telling you— a part of him will continue to be with you, even if he does leave.

and in the following moments as dazai walked away, the sky cried with you.

note: the title is supposed to mean silent goodbye, so if it’s wrong then uhh blame the translating website 🙈 but rylie thank you so much for requesting !! <3 i can’t use my laptop anymore sadly :(( so the uploading process is even more annoying compared to before </3

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ashwhowrites · 9 months

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(i'm not sure if this is what you meant by sending this again so if this is wrong just let me know because i am a bit silly aklqkfkwlf)

would you ever consider writing about Eddie having to safeword/going through subdrop cause he thinks he's let his mommy down?? and obviously she takes her time loving on him and giving him cuddles and to make him feel better??? i'm a such a sucker for really soft aftercare scenes ashfakjkskfna but only if you'd be comfortable with that!! thank you!! ♡

( this is exactly what I meant, thank you very much! )

Like I could ever say no to bratty!Eddie. I hope this is what you wanted and were looking for <3

Eddie wasn't sure when the flip switched, he wasn't sure when he started to panic and his ears began to ring. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his chest was tight and his eyes were filling with water.

It was as if his brain was shut off, he couldn't think of a single word and he was desperately trying to remember their safe word. But did he want to say it? If he said it, it would make them stop and she'd be disappointed, wouldn't she?

He knew deep down that she would stop immediately, take him in her arms, and kiss his face. But his anxiety clouded his rational thinking. He was so stuck on her being disappointed that he couldn't get the job done, that he couldn't just finish what he knew he started.

But Mommy wasn't dumb, she could feel Eddie leaving the safe place they had and his body reacted away from her.

"Baby?" She repeated for the tenth time but he still hasn't said a word. She slid out of him, taking off the strap as she quickly turned his body to face her. Silent tears ran down his face as he was forced to look at her.

"Hey, shh, what's wrong?" She whispered, rubbing his chest in small circles as she tried to relax him.

"Red." He choked out, a pout on his lips as a sob made its way through. Just as he knew she would, she sat him up and wrapped her arms around him. Her hands ran through his hair and scratched his head lightly.

She didn't ask questions, just let him soak in her warmth as he cried against her naked chest.

The switch flipped back, he could feel his muscles relaxing, and all the air returned to his lungs. He sighed as her hands continued to scratch his head, his body falling into hers.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked quietly, she stayed completely still, making sure no movement set him off.

"I started to panic, but didn't want to disappoint you, Mommy." He said into her skin, pecking the wet skin softly when he finished his sentence.

She pulled away slightly, only to cup his jaw and look right into his eyes. He was scared to see anger, disappointment, and everything in between. But all he saw was warmth and love. She proved to him multiple times that he was always safe with her, yet, he was always surprised by how patient and caring she was.

"That's okay, we don't want you to panic, yeah? I want you to feel good and always enjoy what we are doing. And baby, you can never disappoint me, okay? Needing to stop is nothing to be ashamed of. Mommy loves you and I'll always want to take care of you." She said softly, kissing the tip of his nose as he smiled at her words.

"Thank you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her.

"How about we share a glass of chocolate milk and bake cookies?" She asked, immediately feeling relieved when Eddie's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

His boyish smile turned huge as he practically bounced. "Love milk and cookie time."

She moved off his lap, telling him to stay still when she went to grab a towel. She cleaned him up softly and kissed him all over his skin. Praising him for how good he was for using his words.

He felt all the love wash over him, melting into his skin and hitting his bones.

He was always safe with her, his body, his heart, and his soul. She saw the darkest sides of him and brought a light to make her way through it.

She loved everything about it and he was happy she never seemed to mind reminding him.

Eddie was used to disappointing everyone, it was comforting to feel a love where disappointment didn't exist.

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lara635kookie · 8 months

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Ship Analysis let's go.

RedCrackle, CarmIvy and Carulia.

A lot of people tend to say "Carmen said a multiple times Gray is like a big brother to her" No, she only said it twice. And after the Opera in the Outback Caper she never says it again. Besides, while talking about this she says:

"I THOUGHT I KNEW you like the big brother I never had UNTIL THAT MOMENT."

"I know, but before he was Crackle he was Gray and Gray WAS like a big brother to me."

She uses the verbs on the PAST, as in NOT ANYMORE. BLACK SHEEP SAW HIM LIKE A BROTHER, NOT CARMEN SANDIEGO. And the same logic applies to Gray. His teenage self saw Black Sheep as a sister, but that's not how his adult self sees Carmen Sandiego. Gray only FLIRTED with her when he had lost his memories. But FLIRTING isn't the only way of showing love.

And I actually liked this aspect of the finale because you can choose who Carmen goes with or if she stays alone. But at the same time I am a romance sucker and Gray and her really felt to me like the most implied ship. They have too many parallels, more than Julia and Ivy combined. They are literally red and blue. And no, Julia isn't blue either. Julia never wore blue. Not even once. Her dress at TSONTS interactive special was black, like pretty much everything she ever used(The only exception I recall is that photo of her with her mother where she's wearing pink). And I have proof:

Of course people have different perspections of color but these circles are the colors I've seen Julia wearing. At least to my eye, Julia never wore one single shade of blue(as long as I can remember). Unlike Ivy. Girl has blue eyes, her shirt sleeves were blue and she wore a light blue with lilac dress to The Need of Speed Caper(I'm not sure if that's really the name of the episode but you know what episode it is, that one with Trey Sterling where a badass biker Carmen fights with Zack and Ivy because they messed up in stealing a super car and for arrested, we're introduced to The Mechanic and The Driver and yay found family has an official headquarters now).

The thing is, Carulia can have different interpretations to every single one of their interactions. You can see them as romantic or not. Meanwhile, with Red Crackle and Carmivy, the romance scenes are clearly romance scenes. I think Julia showed some little interest in Carmen, but Carmen never showed interest in Julia. And I'll tell you why:Carmen meets Julia on a train in India, to keep an eye on Paper Star, where we have the following dialogue.

Carmen:Is this seat taken? (Sits before having an answer)

Julia:Actually yes. But, feel free to use it, until my partner returns.

Carmen:Partner? (Looks to the side, to the other seat while the camera focus on a suitcase with the C.D initials)

Julia:(clears throat)Travel partner.

We see later on the episode that Carmen leaves the Magna Carta along with Devineaux's suitcase on the other seat she looked at. So I interpretate that Julia got it wrong what she meant and Carmen realized she was with Devineaux. Of course you can interpretate otherwise but here's the thing:Unlike Red Crackle and Carmivy, Carulia doesn't have any moment that is UNQUESTIONABLY romantic. You can always interpretate the Carulia moments as friendship or something else.

The fashion caper with the medicis dresses and hypnotized models, you can interpretate that Carmen was checking her out or analyzing her outfit to enter the runway. The Stockholm Syndrome Caper you can interpretate Julia was checking her out or she was really just concerned about Carmen freezing in the winter(which seemed more likely to me). Then Julia leaves A.C.M.E. and some people say she left because of Carmen. I definetely agree that's one of the reasons but we see that the main reason is because she wants to work more with history, her true passion. Where her heart was. And she wanted to leave because of Carmen not because she's in love with her but because she believes Carmen is good and the rest of A.C.M.E. doesn't and she doesn't want to chase someone who is doing good but as she already tried to convince people and wasn't heard, she left. Or because she doesn't understand Carmen's actions being so confusing, sometimes good, sometimes seem to be not so good so she was just sick of the mess and drama and wanted to comeback to just history which seemed to be so since when Devineaux goes to ask Julia if the "crimson ghost" was good Julia goes all like "that's a hard question to answer". At least that's my interpretation. And when Chief says something about A.C.M.E. stopping to chase Carmen and Julia goes like:"Or I'll have to retire/quit/leave all over again" it proves one of the reasons she left was Carmen, but doesn't go over the implications. It might be love, it might not be. It can be the things I stated before. Julia being "Carmen's favorite A.C.M.E. Agent" can be seen in a love light, but also in a friendship light. Julia saying "Who knew my two keen areas of interest would ever collide" which I interpretate as being closer to history and still doing super secret stuff but sure it can be Carmen. The thing is that the Carulia moments are never something SURE that only has romantic interpretation and nothing else. Carmen doesn't even show any signs of jealousy in hearing Julia is going to have lunch with Devineaux. And some people go like:She was jealous when Devineaux picks her phone. For me, seems unlikely. She could just be wondering why was Devineaux picking up her phone in her office and where Jules was, thinking Devineaux was being invasive like we know he can be sometimes. The way she partners up with Devineaux to save Julia, she would have done to save anybody else. And lastly, To Steal or Not to Steal. First having Julia to help is not even a canon event, since Carmen can save Zack and Ivy without it and then the final scene with Julia doesn't happen. Secondly, red roses definitely have romantic views but at the same time they are also a common symbol of respect. People throw them at stages, at ice skating rinks, etc, in a way of saying "Good Luck" or "Good Job", which is proven since Carmen also gives red roses to Lupe Peligro before her fight.

Some people might argue that they made Carulia that subtle to have casual representation for children in a way some parents won't complain. But you can make something less subtle but still discreet. Like Carmivy! Ivy clearly had a crush on Carmen, which Carmen seemed to reciprocate sometimes. Yes, Carmen's a flirt, but the way she looked at Ivy sometimes and smiled it was something else.

I think that what Carulia needed (besides romantic chemestry and more time to build better their relationship) is a huge moment in an episode that deepens the way they feel about one another. Like The Stockholm Syndrome Caper when Carmen is with her head on Ivy's lap, or the entirety of the chocolate factory girl's trip. Or something like the entirety of The Crackle Goes Kiwi Caper and the episode Carmen tries to rescue Gray from jail and V.I.L.E. takes him. And of course The Opera in the Outback Caper, serving both Red Crackle and Carmivy goodness. Carulia needed its own episode. When I think about The Crackle Goes Kiwi Caper my first thought it's "That's a Red Crackle episode". The same thing with Carmivy in the chocolate factory girls trip. Carulia tried to have an episode, that's when Carmen rescues her from Countess Cleo but the problem is:

1-It was the last ship episode. So they give us Carulia when we already had Red Crackle and Carmivy, who were already established first and had more developing. And it was also one of the very few last episodes so we don't see how Carulia goes from there because it doesn't have the time with such a rushed finale.

2-They didn't have "THE MOMENT". Red Crackle has "hang on tight, don't let go". Carmivy has "by Carmen Sandiego, who else?". And Carulia...?

3-They didn't have a date. Red Crackle had a coffee date, Carmivy had a fountain date(yes they were dates) and Carulia...?

I wonder how Carulia manages to, out of these three, be the ship with the least number of interactions and still feel like the most forgettable ship to me. I love both characters and their friendship but in a romantic scenario, I just don't see Carmen and Julia working. Carmen, to me seems like that kind of person that needs someone badass, who can keep up with her like Gray and Ivy, not a "cutie cutie lil bean wholesome smol uwu pie" like Julia. She may act as a badass sometimes but she's not a badass overall. Julia just seems like she would be that awkward flustered blushing mess when in love and for me, Carmen would go for someone who can be more comfortable around her, like we see she is definitely the case with Gray and Ivy.

For me, it's kinda like Carmen is Anthony Bridgerton, Julia is Edwina Sheffield/Sharma and Gray and Ivy would be Kate Sheffield/Sharma. Carmen might like Julia, but she still feels boring to Carmen.

Besides, Gray and Ivy also know Carmen for more time than Julia, what makes Carulia look, in my vision, superficial, shallow, artificial and forced. Gray, along with Shadowsan and Player, is the only person Carmen has since her past as Black Sheep and Ivy, along with Zack, were there at the very beginning of Carmen becoming The Carmen Sandiego. Compared to that, what does Julia know about Carmen? Romance requires a deeper connection, a bond Carmen clearly has with Gray and Ivy, that know her better and for a longer time. Compared to that, Julia barely knows a thing Carmen. Between a person you still have to build a bond with and one you already have that kind of bond with, it's a no-brainer who the best choice is. Really, I can't think of something Carmen and Julia have in common that has nothing to do with history. For a relationship to work you don't need to have everything in common, but you do need more than that. Just history isn't enough. And I can say that because my favorite subject in school is history(alongside with geography, english, philosophy and sociology)(I am a languages/humanities kind of person, fuck math and sciences). History may be enough for a friendship but not a romantic relationship. Besides, history and geography are things Carmen and Player bond more about and in a better way so having Carulia bond over the same thing just seems like it's nothing special and passes the idea that Carmen can bond with anyone as long as they like history and geography, that are intrinsically linked subjects, making Carulia feel, for me, even more basic than it already is. Not all ships need a complex storyline but it does add to it. Because Carmen and Ivy have that "strangers to teammates to friends to lovers" that has a lot of potential to it like one of them being in denial about having a crush on the other, fear that the other doesn't feel the same, fear of ruining their friendship, flirting accidentally, doing capers together with Zack making fun of them, having to put their feelings aside for the sake of the mission, Carmen can't truly open up about her feelings showing vulnerability, jealousy, etc.

And Red Crackle has that "acquaintances to class/roommates to friends to best friends to consideration siblings to enemies to strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to partners in crime to casually making out/hooking up without commitment during six months to enemies to strangers" vibe. The six months thing it's a headcanon but the way it's shown Carmen and Gray work so well together and how it is implied they made a lot of missions as a duo, without the others from their class, just makes me dream, and no one can stop me. Red Crackle are "opposite sides of the same coin". And they'll end up as lovers again because I see Red Crackle as a "right person, wrong timing" situation. They are meant to be and they will be one day, even if it takes a lot of time. They just have too much chemestry, angsty potential and drama material to count and that's exactly what I like. The possibilities are infinite and that just makes their storyline so interesting and I love that for them. So for me, it just felt like Carulia was kinda just there. Only existing.

(That was too long so I decided to divide it. Part 2 is coming soon)

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Hi me again 😅, I hope it's ok if I make one more requests. Can we get a ruggie x reader, where the poor boy is sick and to try and cheer him up, reader decides to make him his favorite l,

donuts

And hey, they may not be the prettiest looking donuts he's ever seen, but at least they're the tastiest he's ever eaten.

( yes, they'd be edible, they're not Lilia, I think they know how to cook that much, I'm sorry batdad that it had to be said)

A/N: Welcome back!!! I love writing Ruggie so it's no biggie <<333!! Also Ruggie using really sweet pet names (darlin, sugar, honey) makes me so happy!!! I also got a burst of motivation so hopefully I'll be able to finish up most of these requests <<333

Ruggie swore he had never felt worse.

He knew it had been a problem when he woke up and he felt that his throat was scratchier than usual, no matter how many times he cleared his throat or drank water the discomfort never went away. For a fleeting moment, he'd tried to fool himself into believing that it was the way he'd slept. Maybe the cold night air of the Savannah crept into his throat and dried it out? Maybe he slept with his mouth open? whatever it was, he was determined to not let it ruin his day. He woke up at his usual time- 5:30 am- ignoring the heat that rushed to his head and made his hands shake as his entire body ached as though he'd just run a mile.

Throughout Magshift practice, Leona could tell that he was more distracted than usual- slower, out of breath easier than was normal. He'd been excused from practice early, something that wounded Ruggie's pride as he tried to ignore the jeers of his dormmates as he walked off the field, opting to spend the extra hour finishing up some overdue homework and patching up some of his peers' torn uniforms for some spare cash.

The rest of the day was a blur. After the fever and the aches came the coughing that nearly made him double over, followed by a runny nose that he would wipe out until his nose was raw and bright red against his freckled skin.

He had tried to push it off, going through the rest of his day in a haze as his body progressively shut down more and more, fatigue taking over his senses as he drug his feet to his final class and then to his shift at the Mostro Lounge. Ruggie swore that he could make it through his shift! He would only have to last a few more hours, then close the store and clean up. He would be done by 11 at the latest and then he could go back to his room and get some rest!

"Shark sucker!" Floyd's grating voice wasn't nearly enough to snap Ruggie out of his haze as he gazed over to the eel with bloodshot eyes. The taller man winced and his lower lip jutted out. "Gross."

"What is it, Floyd?" Ruggie was in no mood for jokes or games, his condition only serving to make him more irritable as he rested against the bar, taking a deep inhale as he allowed his eyes to slip closed at the wave of discomfort that ran up his spine at the action.

"You sound like an old man," The mer chuckled. "Are you sure you should be here now?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"You look dead and you sound even worse," Ruggie huffed, filling a tall glass with some water before downing it, wincing at the pain creeping up the back of his throat at the action.

"I don't," As if on cue, his voice broke as he was forced into a coughing fit that had him doubling over. He could barely make out Floyd's chuckles turning into surprise as his vision went black.

"Good morning, baby," He heard when he had finally started stirring. He could vaguely make out the roughness of his blankets and the scent of his lover beside him, followed by a hand cupping his cheek and a wet cloth placed upon his forehead. He groaned and tried to roll over, muscles screaming at the action. "How do you feel?"

"Like-" He cleared his throat and opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the soft light of his dorm room. He could hear the crickets chirping outside gleefully as the moonlight shone in through the open window, illuminating his plain room in streaks of silver and stardust. And above him, seemingly glowing as though they were sent from the sky just for him, was his beloved human. He smiled softly as he licked his lips, graciously accepting the glass of chilled water that they passed him, lightly smacking his hands when he tried to hold it himself. "Thanks," He takes a deep breath, relaxing against his pillows and relishing in the feeling of their thumb rubbing along his cheek. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

"Dummy-" Their attitude suddenly switched as they pinched his ear lightly, making him let out a soft yelp as his eyes shot open.

"Hey!" He pouted, pushing past the annoyance that rose in his chest at the action. "What happened to calling me 'Baby'?!"

"You get 'Baby' when you're not a dummy!" They sigh and sit back, brushing some of his hair out of his face gently. "If you were sick you could've just told me, you know?"

"I was fine," He muttered under his breath, pulling the blankets up tighter around himself as his body began to quiver with chilled that he couldn't force away.

"Floyd called me saying that you collapsed at work, and then he had to get Jack to carry you back to the dorm," The hyena's face flushed as he covered it with his hands, groaning.

"That's so embarrassing!"

"It could've been avoided if you'd just told someone," HIs lover sighed, sitting back and grabbing something from the desk. "I made you some soup. I used to eat it back at home when I was sick, so I figured it would help."

Ruggie chuckled. "Alien recipe?"

They rolled their eyes at his reaction. "Alien recipe, now open up."

Despite the way his stomach twisted at the thought of eating anything, he knew he had to get something in his stomach today. He'd had a light breakfast, and barely any lunch due to his illness, and his stomach was growling for anything but... it made him feel sick to his stomach to eat anything at the moment.

He opened his mouth hesitantly, allowing them to slip the warm spoon past his chapped lips as the flavors of vegetables and warm broth flooded his mouth; not strong enough to make him even sicker, but not bland enough to taste like warm water. As he swallowed, the warmth seemed to dull the chills ever so slightly, allowing him to relax more into his mattress.

"Thank you, Darlin'," He mumbles. "Really."

"Is it that good?" They hum. Ruggie's ear twitched as he heard more shuffling. He turned his head to see them hunched over in their chair, bag in hand as they wrangled something out of it. A sweet scent wafted through the air- one of vanilla and powdered sugar- and he hummed, heart racing in anticipation. "Here's another surprise."

He smiled warmly and reached up, cupping their face with his own calloused hand and giving their cheek a soft pat.

"But-" He groans softly, biting back a teasing smile. "You only get them if you promise to tell me next time something is wrong!"

"I promise!" Ruggie pouts, trying to make his eyes as wide as possible to deceive the human. "I'll be good!"

"Good," They hand over the bag as the boy reaches in, pulling out a small, round donut. The top was decorated in yellow and black stripes with small, messy paw print sprinkled scattered on the top. He peeked into the bag to see another four or five- some decorated fully, others sprinkled with powdered sugar, there were even two that were leaking jam out of the side and seeping through the bag, making his fingers sticky.

He took a bite into the first one he'd picked up, savoring the burst of sweetness as it made it's home in his mouth and settled within his raw throat as he swallowed. He tried to decipher the flavors within- almond, definitely. Lemon maybe? He could have sworn that he could also taste the familiar saccharine hints of honey within it as well. He hummed blissfully, taking another large bite and chewing slowly. They weren't the most beautiful donuts, no, but the love within them made up for it a thousand times over, rivaling even the most well-known baker in the world and making the flavors burst.

If Ruggie were in his normal condition, he was sure that he would burst into happy tears at the warmth that spread through his chest and sent butterflies to his stomach. His head felt as though it were spinning with the sweetness of the donuts and the person he loved sitting beside him. He wasn't sure if it was the fever or his bashfulness that lit his cheeks aflame as his ears flattened against his head.

He swore that the moment he got better he would pamper them just as much as they had to him, and ten times more. He would hold them and pepper their face with soft butterfly kisses and cook them a nice, warm meal that they could eat by Ramshackle's fireplace, just the two of them beneath a thick blanket and giggling quietly amongst the silence of the night.

"You spoil me too much, Hon," He chuckles. "I would give ya a kiss, but..."

"I won't get sick," They say suddenly, leaning closer in their chair and resting their arm beside his face, running a hand through his hair as he leaned into their touch despite the protests of his weary mind.

"Nah," He mutters, allowing his eyes to fall closed. "Beastmen are stronger than humans. If it knocked me out, it'll make you even worse..."

"I'll risk it for you," Ruggie chuckled, attempting to hide the way the phrase made his heart race in his chest, and tried to raise his head enough to press his dry lips to his lover's own soft ones, basking in their warmth before drifting off to sleep once more.

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Side Jobs live blog

Side Jobs

A restoration of faith

“The kid lifted up her Oxford shoes and mule-kicked her leg back in my shin.” pg. 2 Ha I love this kid already

“I’m up on North Avenue, and it’s after dark. I’m not leaving a nine-year-old girl out here by herself.” pg. 3 That’s a good way for the kid to be ACTUALLY KIDNAPPED

“What happened to your car?”

“Broke down this afternoon.” pg. 4 The Blue Beetle mention!

“It belongs on the set of El Dorando,” she snapped” pg. 5 Ha

“Sucker,” she called back, her voice merry.” pg. 7 Ha I love this kid so much spunk

Oh no a troll

Poor kid with neglectful parents

“A ten-year-old girl’s world should be full of music and giggling and notes and dolls and dreams-not harsh, barren, jaded reality.” pg. 13 Did Maggie have this? Before the Red Court Did Harry have this before his dad died?

“Her eyes were bright with excitement. “That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I want to be a wizard when I grow up.” pg. 22 Ha

“Hey thanks a lot of help, Officer”-I squinted down at her badge “Murphy.” pg. 22 Murphy! Holy cow Murphy attacks a troll. So cool

Vignette

“I have nightmares about Hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.” pg. 28 Ha

“Yeah. Advertising is all about lying” pg. 29 Ha and Bob’s not wrong

“You suck at lying, Harry. You really do.” pg. 29 Ha and yeah Harry isn’t great at lying

“Why do you do it?

I squinted up at the skull. “Because someone has to” pg. 30 Yep

Something Borrowed

“Oh for crying out loud, Dresden.” Billy said, his tone amused. “He’s just fitting the tux” pg. 32 Ha

Poor Kirby

“For one thing, this” she said, flicking a hand at me. Then she gave me a second, more evaluating look” pg. 37 Rude

“Billy put his face in his hands” pg. 39 Ha

“Once my mouth was open and my lips stared moving, it was pretty much inevitable.” pg. 40 Ha

“Don’t get paranoid Harry” pg. 42 Given Harry’s life I feel like he should be more paranoid

Oh no the apartment

Oh dear Bob and Murphy meet

Oh no Faeries

“A faerie has taken her place” pg. 49 Oh no

“THE WORST THING about being a wizard is all the presumption; people’s expectations.” pg. 51 That’s the worst thing?!? Really?

“I keep meaning to go back and fix that, but there’s never time

I had a marriage like that” pg. 52 Ha and which one?

“That’s why you have to be careful what you choose to Look at. I don’t like doing it, ever. You never know what it is you’ll See.” pg. 58 Harry knows that well

“I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me: It was a battle cry” pg. 59 Ha

The trust Murphy has to run into the fire

The pure force bridge is cool

Good thinking with the sprinklers

“Jenny Greenteeth would kill Murphy too” pg. 81 Oh no wait why am I oh no-ing I know Murph is going to be fine

“The next thing I knew, I was smashing my blasting rod down into Jenny Greenteeth, screaming incoherently and pounding as hard as I could.” pg. 82 Protective Harry

“For one second, for one teeny tiny instant, I felt her mouth move. I felt her head tilt, her lips soften, and my oh-so-professional CPR-just for a second, mind you-felt almost, almost like a kiss.” pg. 84 No that’s not how CPR works

It’s my birthday too

“I mean, you didn’t get my dad one, and you’re friends with him” pg. 91 Harry get your friends birthday gifts

“I’ve seen you two fight.” She lifted both pale eyebrows. “What? Have you seen how many brother and sisters I have? I know my siblings conflicts?” pg. 91 Ha

Oh no Thomas is in trouble no wait nevermind

I can’t tell if Harry would like LARP

“If you weren’t my brother, I’d probably tell you that you have some awfully nerdy hobbies” pg. 104 Ha and pot meet kettle

Oh no Molly

“The streetlights just went out” pg. 110 Oh no

“And then it went dead, along with the lights, the music playing on the speakers, and the constant blowing sigh of the heating system.” pg. 111 Oh no

Oh no Black Court

I love the Cobbs

Cool gravity spell

Nice job with the garlic

“First, anytime I’m not shooting my mouth off to a cliched, two-bit creature of the night like you, it’s because I’m up to something.” pg. 145 Ha

“Right after my dad died, they put me in an orphanage. It was Christmas time. On the television, they had a commercials for Rock’em Sock’em Robots. Two kids playing with them, you know? Two brothers” I shrugged. “That was a year when I really, really wanted to give those stupid plastic robots to my brother.”

“Because it would mean weren’t alone.” Thomas said quietly

“Yeah” I said “Sorry I forgot them. And happy birthday.”

He glanced back at the burning mall.

“Well,” my brother said, “I suppose it’s the thought that counts.” pg. 148 Aw my heart

Heorot

Gard and Harry bonding moments let’s go!

“Just basking in the glow of your compassion, Officer.” pg. 154 Ha

Caine is terrible

“I glowered at him. I’m not sure I could take it if my dog was smarter than me.” pg. 164 Ha

Caine starts a fight let’s see who wins

It’s just beer Caine needs to chill

“Marcone is behind this? That son of a bitch is going to be sorry he ever looked at that-“

pg. 169 Harry you should know Marcone better than that.

Also Marcone mention!

“Me and polite have never been on close term.” pg. 179 Ha

“It hunts in the wizard’s territory. The wizard will come to face it. The Erkling will give us great favor when we bring the wizards head.”

“Gosh. I felt famous” pg. 186 Ha

“Enough talk” pg. 189 Gard is going into a rage fun

Gard is a Valkyrie cool

“Then she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.” pg. 209 Whoa

Day off

Aw Harry’s playing D&D with the alphas

“Again with this decision.” Andi sighed “I mean I know he’s the actual wizard and all, but Christ.” pg. 212 Ha

“Sorry about your wraith, there, Darth Wannabe.” pg. 218 Ha

“I’m a-fixin to defend myself” I drawled, Texas-style.” pg. 218 Ha

“Molly,” I said, trying to be polite, “I can’t stand the sight of you. Go away.” pg. 222 Ha

An explosion happened and Harry didn’t cause it shocking I’m shocked

Kirby and Andi have fleas ha

“Mister the cat, appeared exactly as he always did” pg. 228 So cool

“Andi. Please don’t tell me that you and Kirby have been getting down while you were fuzzy” pg. 230 Why would they do that?

Molly set the lab on fire she’s taking after Harry

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” pg. 233 Harry you know better than to say that

What a mess Harry shouldn’t take a day off.

Backup

Oh Thomas narrating

“He’s Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull” pg. 241 Ha

“He’ll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done.” pg. 241 Yeah that’s Harry alright

“My name is Thomas Raith and I’m a monster” pg. 242 No Thomas you’re not a monster :(

So there’s a secret Oblivion war going on

Lara people aren’t pets

The Hunger is terrifying

Justine!

Oh no Harry’s in trouble

Thomas can do magic!!!

“He’ll whip out some kind of half-divine, half-insane philosophy cobbled together from the words of saints and comic books about the importance of handling power responsibly.” pg. 258 Yep

“Harry’s a master of the skill-as in simultaneous doctorates from MIT, Harvard, and Yale and a masters from Oxford.” pg. 258 It’s interesting to see other people’s perspective and opinions on Harry

“Locks, though, never seemed to pose a much of an obstacle to my brother.” pg. 261 Ha

“Harry had occasionally accused me of being reckless and overconfident-which is, believe me, staggering magnitude.” pg. 267 Ha

“He’d turned into a neat freak a few years ago, for some reason, though he’d never talked about why.” pg. 269 Ha

“It’s a little bit creepy, actually. My brother’s got a voodoo doll of the entire town.” pg. 270 Ha

“I think that genuinely speaking, you don’t have secrets from your brother, man.” pg. 272 Yep unless you count the whole I didn’t tell you were brothers for awhile bit.

“Bob made a whistle sound.

What the hell? How? He doesn’t have lips?” pg. 275 Ha

The Oblivion War is scary

Aw Bob is protecting Harry

“Scratch one ghoul. My brother hates ghouls with a passion so pure it’s almost holy.” pg. 283 Yep it’s we deserved

“But the bitch had messed with my brother.” pg. 285 Protective Thomas

Thomas just feed the bad girl to his hunger

“Sometimes I feel completely unappreciated.”

I found myself smiling

“Wow” I said “what’s it like?” pg. 291 Ha

The Warrior

Aw Michael’s a coach

“I’m pretty sure there won’t ever be a place like that for me.” pg. 297 Aw Harry :( you’ll get a family home soon

“She had a bruise on her cheek a couple of days old.” pg. 299 Oh no why does the kid have a bruise on her face?

“Hi” I said, trying to be unthreatening as I could. I had limited success. Tall, severe-looking men in long black coats who need a shave are challenged that way.” pg. 299 Poor Harry

I love Harry interacting with Michael and Charity’s kids

“Let me poke around and shine a light on things, so we know what’s going on. If it turns out to be nothing, no harm done.”

“And if it isn’t?” Charity asked

“I kept a surge of quiet anger out of my voice and expression as I looked at her levelly. “No harm gets done to you and yours.” pg. 304 Yes protective Harry

“It’d take one he-uh, heck of a serious counter measure to stop me from finding it.” pg. 311 Ha

“I didn’t want to go off and leave…”

You

“The sword…”

Unprotected

“Here” I finished” pg. 311 Just your friends you’re worried about them Harry

I don’t think Chuck should be drunk and working especially if he’s a electrician

“I’ve been in burning buildings, man, and take it from me, this place…” I looked around at the wooden framework. “Fwoosh. I’m just saying Fwoosh.” pg. 321 Ha and you definitely caused those building fires Harry

“Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.” pg. 322 Ha

“I don’t blame myself,” I said.” pg. 324 That’s the biggest bold faced lie I’ve ever seen.

Yes you do Harry

Butters!

Oh someone in the church is behind it. A Fundamentalist maybe?

“Watching life through the window and obsessed with how things might have been”

“Dear God,” she said. “You’ve just made Dickens relevant to my life.”

“Weird, right?” pg. 341 Ha

Oh no Alicia

“The son of a bitch hurt my little girl.” pg. 352 Holy Cow Michael swore! :0

Yes Michael vs Douglass

“Michael,” I said, gently, “you can’t. If this is how it has to be, I’ll do it. But you can’t, man.” pg. 366 Is Harry saying he’s willing to murder so long as Micheal doesn’t

Uriel’s here

“Very kind,” he said and took a swig from the flask.” pg. 368 Uriel drinking alcohol

I love how Uriel tells Harry how all the little things he did helped.

“I nodded slowly. Then I said, “Let’s talk about my bill”

Jake eyebrows shot up “What?”

“My bill,” I enunciated. “You dragged me into this mess. You can pay me, same as any other client. Where do I send the invoice?”

“You’re…you’re trying to bill the Lard Almighty?” Jake said, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Hel-uh, heck no,” I said. “I’m billing you.”

“That isn’t really how we work”

“It is if you want to work with me,” I told him, thrusting out my jaw. “Cough up. Otherwise, maybe next time I’ll just stand around whistling when you want me to help you out.”

Jake’s face broadened into a wide, merry grin, and laughter filled his voice. “No, you won’t” he said, and, vanished.” pg. 373 Ha and yes Harry won’t not help people

Last Call

Oh no Mac is hurt

Oh no someone’s messed with Mac’s beer

Caine? Again? What is this guys problem?

Caine is the worst

Caine attacked Murphy critical fail on Caine’s part

“You put on a good show act, Harry. It would have fooled a lot of people. It looked…”

“Natural on me,” I said “Yeah” pg. 394 Ouch

“I tried the door, just for the hell of it and-

It opened

Well, dammit. I much prefer making a dramatic entrance.” pg. 420 Ha and come on let Harry have his dramatic entrance

Oh Dionysus cool

“Then she smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed my cheek” pg. 419 Aw

Love hurts

“They weren’t a married couple. They were brother and sister.” pg. 423 Ick doesn’t even begin to cover the feeling I felt reading that

Oh no mental magic

“We don’t exactly have orbital satellites for detecting black magic.” pg. 426 They don’t? Then what does Gatekeeper do? I thought that was his job. How did the council find out about Harry, Justin, and Molly? Gatekeeper clearly knew black magic was afoot back in Proven Guilty.

Oh boy is it awkward between Harry and Luccio

Evil state fair?

Don’t be mad at Will, Harry he’s concerned about you.

“She stopped before she could say who Kincaid was like.” pg. 436 Was she going to say Harry?

“Murph tittered again” pg. 443 Oh no they’ve been caught

Is it the ride itself? The ride operator? The guy trailing them?

“I bent my head down to her mouth and kissed her gently.” pg. 445 Yay Harry/Murph moment but now isn’t the time

“It just isn’t fucked-up enough to really be you and me” pg. 447 Ha I love this is how they realize that they’ve been whammied

“But hey. On the other hand, he had swindled me out of swindle me out of twenty dollars.” pg. 448 Harry you bribed him

Oh no Red court vampire

“He’s completely irrational” pg. 452 Ha

“Mortals are like mayflies, Wizard. They live a brief time, and then they are gone.” pg. 455 Scary how some immortals view humans

I’m glad Harry and Murphy burned the belt.

Aftermath

“I cant believe he’s died.” pg. 463 I’m still not over it.

“I’d been able to learn a few Martian phrases over time” pg. 466 Ha

“Lake Michigan is jealous and protective of her dead.” pg. 466 Such a good phrase

Poor Murphy she’s not a cop anymore and now has to deal with Harry dying

“He always told us if we ever needed him but couldn’t find him, we were supposed to go to you. That you were the person in this city who could help us better than anyone else.” pg. 475 Aw :)

“Georgia’s pregnant” he whispered. “Seven months.” pg. 475 Yay Georgia’s pregnant nothing bad is going to happen to her or the baby. I refuse to believe it.

“And, if things got hot when we went after the bad guy, he would have been there, throwing fire and lighting around as if they were his own personal toys, created especially and exclusively for him to play with.” pg. 485 I love how other people describe Harry. It shows how Harry is viewed through mortal eyes. Yeah it would appear like Harry like that when he starts setting things on fire with his mind essentially.

“Watching Dresden operate was usually one of two things: mildly amusing and positively terrifying.” pg. 485 That’s quite a difference

“Quirky nerd gone. Terrifying icon, present.” pg. 486 I wonder if Harry knows this is how people view him? I wonder if Harry knows this is how Murphy views him.

“Seeing Dresden in action filled you with the fear that you had just become a casualty of evolution-that you were watching something far larger and infinitely more dangerous than yourself, and that your only chance of survival was to kill it, immediately, before you were crushed beneath a power greater than you would ever know.” pg. 487 Scary and such a good quote

“Dresden was gone. His cheesy jokes and his corny sense of humor were gone. His ability to know the unknowable, to fight the unfightable, to find the unfindable, was gone.

The rest of us were just going to have carry on as best we could without him.” pg. 488 Sobbing

“On the other hand…maybe I just give John Marcone a call and tell him how you’re helping some of his street-level guys run some deals behind his back.” pg. 498 Marcone mentioned!

Hendricks!

“I had to go see “Gentleman” John Marcone.” pg. 501 YES! Let’s go Marcone :)

“He had eyes the color of several-days-old grass clippings.” pg. 509 Interesting with how Murphy describes Marcone’s eyes vs with how Harry describes them

“Hendricks eyed Gard

Gard rolled her eyes and withdrew a twenty-dollar bill from her jacket pocket. She passed it to the big man.” pg. 511 Ha

“Don’t confuse yourself with Mr. Dresden, Mr. Borden,” Marcone said, his voice level and cold. His eyes were something frightening, pitiless. “You don’t have the power to threaten me. The instant you begin to change, Ms. Gard here will fire in Ms. Murphy-and then upon you.” His voice dropped to a barely audible murmur. “The next time you offer me a threat, I will kill you.” pg. 513 Nshslsbshevakbsn I didn’t learn my lesson from last time. I choked on my drink again when I read it. I think I almost hacked up my lung. Ahhh!!! It’s so bi and Harry’s not even there. Will didn’t even threaten Marcone or at least not as much as Harry usually does. And Marcone throws a knife at him.

“Someone is rounding up those mortals possessed of modest supernatural gifts.”

“Talent search” pg. 516 Oh no

“Someone started picking up on the little guys in town within a few hours of Dresden’s shooting.” pg. 517 Monsters closing in already

“I’m sorry. About Dresden. He was a brave man.” pg. 518 Glad Gard said that.

“That was when we had the nightmares.” pg.528 Ah that’s the psych/bad dreams from the end of Changes.

“Dresden hadn’t been muscled as heavily as Will. Harry’d had a runner’s build, all lean, tight, dense muscle that…” pg. 535 Murphy I see that train of thought. Good Harry/Murphy moment and Harry’s not even there.

“I mean that if Dresden just blew up the Red Court…that means the status quo is gone. There's a power vacuum, and every spook out there is going to try a fill it. The rules have changed. We don’t know how these people are going to react.” pg. 536 Yep things are going to change now. I can’t wait to see the repercussions

“The man had gills” pg. 552 There’s fish people? What hole in Lake Michigan did these guys crawl out? Why now after Harry’s death? As far as I know there haven’t been any fish people before.

Such a good fight

“Dammit, Dresden,” I said into the silence in a choked voice. “Dammit. Here I am doing your job. Dammit, dammit, dammit.” pg. 576 Sobbing some more

“That’s formor magic,” she said quietly. “One of their lesser sorcerers and his retainers.” pg. 578 Who’s the formor?

“This is the second time the formor have attempted to move on Chicago-and failed” 578 When was the first time?

“My boss is always pleased to find those with proper”-she pursed lips-“frame of mind.” pg. 579 Oh Donar Vadderung/Odin is hiring? Well that’s some foreshadowing

“Was she telling the truth, you think? That Marcone’s the one standing in the gap now?” pg. 582 Yes Marcone will help out in for supernatural threats

“The Justice League of Chicago?”

“We’ll cover his beat.”

“Until Dresden gets back.”

“It doesn’t seem to be. But…There’s this voice inside me that keeps pointing out that we haven’t seen a body.” pg. 582 Yes can’t wait for the next book.

Final thoughts

I love how the story shows Harry at the beginning and how Harry met Murphy. I loved Faith. I love the interaction between Harry and Bob. I loved Billy and Georgia’s wedding. I love that Thomas being Harry’s brother is the worst kept secret. The Cobbs are wonderful. I love the bonding between Thomas and Harry. I love the Gard and Harry bonding on an adventure. No one messes with Mac’s beer. I love that Harry’s D&D character says Gard’s catchphrase. Gard clearly made an impression. I love Harry playing D&D with the alphas. Harry’s day is frankly a comedy of misadventure. I can’t believe Kirby and Andi got fleas. I’m glad Luccio took the scene well. I love how sarcastic Thomas’s narrative is. I can’t believe Thomas has magic. That’s so cool I wonder why he didn’t tell Harry. I love how much Thomas admires Harry and how protective he is of Harry. I love is how much Harry helps people without meaning to. I love that Michael is Alicia's softball coach. I can’t believe Michael swore that’s such a big deal. I can’t believe Harry offered to kill a man so Michael wouldn’t. I love that Uriel tells Harry all the lives he has helped. It’s hilarious that Harry tried to bill Uriel only Harry would try to do that. I love that even Uriel knows Harry won’t stop helping people. Wow Mac gets attacked. Interesting to see other powerful characters from other patrons. So now the Greek and Norse gods are real in this world. I wonder what others? All others? Jim just giving us Harry/Murphy then taking it away. I love how they both realize that we’re hot with the spell. Oh boy still not over Changes. Everyone is in denial about Harry including me. Yay Georgia’s pregnant! I love the different pov and how people view Harry. I love how we got different perspectives on magic and Harry from Thomas and Murphy. I loved all the Marcone stuff all of it. I love how it shows that Marcone views Harry as a worthy opponent. Now the shipper in me thinks this scene is gold. Marcone really does let Harry get away with things that he doesn’t let others like threats and backtalk. I wonder if Marcone would have hurt Will if it was Harry present and not Murphy? And Marcone even warns Harry not to test him back in Death Mask while here he only does so after he’s knifed Will. I love the dichotomy between how Murphy describes Marcone’s eyes as the color of several-days-old grass clippings vs how Harry describes Marcone’s eyes as worn dollar bills. I love how Murphy then describes Marcone’s eyes as something frightening, pitiless. Harry really was a deterrent to the evil side of the Supernatural side and now they’re coming in now that Harry’s gone. I love the Harry/Murphy moments we got in this story. I hope we learn more about the Formor.

I’ve learned my mistake now. No more eating or drinking while reading the Dresden files.

Onto Ghost story!

#the dresden files #harry dresden #john marcone #wizardbaron

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jadinerhine · 10 months

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I reached my rate limit over on twitter about 10 hours ago despite not even reading 600 tweets (more like barely 50) and I still can't read anything over there LOLOLOLOL, so congrats, tumblr, you're getting this first.

Since we can post our pieces in public, here's my piece for @fandomfastfoods! Featuring 🍕Umi from Magic Knight Rayearth 🍕and 🍕Makoto from Sailor Moon🍕 in a setting very exemplary of 1990s Pizza Hut. Right down to those red cups...they were ginormous to kid me, and it's funny seeing all of that ephemera now as an adult. I lived it, and it's a little weird seeing people go "wow this was awesome" or other positive things. To be fair, I haven't been in a Pizza Hut in a while because my family stopped going after a while but I personally also didn't go back because they decided to turn their back on the 1990s era design and branding, so clearly I am a pot calling kettle black.

Wait, this was supposed to be about my friendotp.

YEAH UH. I actually had three ideas, and this was one of them, including using the experimental perspective. Hanging out and relaxing after closing hours, after likely a very busy day.

I had to really try to make these two the focus of the piece, as opposed to letting everything distract from them. That said, not sure if it worked. I was so focused on making sure the angle and light sources were working, that uh....uh....I think I just kinda skimped out on my own intent by accident.

At the same time, this is one of the few pictures that turned out exactly as it was in my head. Well. Give or take my art style, you know. (They were drawn by someone else in my head lol)

Makoto and Umi have been two characters whom I've often thought would get along. I often imagined them having like a shop side by side, one cooking and one flower selling. I am a sucker for crossover anything, and this one has been one of the oldest ones I've had for friendotps. I just never did anything because uh, reasons? Anyway, luck is to chance or however the idiom goes, where not only I got to draw these two hanging out--I also did it in technically their setting (1990s), I used something I knew well (Pizza Hut) and best of all, I tried new things! Primarily trying a painted background with cel shaded characters. I think that worked out well.

Oh, their uniforms are a mix of 1970s with 1990s Pizza Hut uniforms. The 70s ones are neat.

Hope you enjoy!

#umi ryuuzaki #umi ryuzaki #makoto kino #sailor moon #magic knight rayearth #rayearth #pretty soldier sailor moon #order up #zine #fanzine #zines

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desswright29 · 7 months

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Here is the Tish and friends drabble.. i hope you guys don’t hate it.. i am not a writer lol

Letitia invites her stud friends over to watch Ramlas fight! She’s got drinks and you know this girl loves playing games so she created a little drinking game to play during the fight! Just to keep things interesting! My girl does love her drama.. 🤭so the play to the game goes as follows: when ramla knocks a good punch you take a sip, when she gets one given to her, you take a sip. And if a fighter gets K.O. You drink the whole glass. Everyone cheers and takes an initial shot before they get into the game. (Bruv Letitia is serving straight tequila don julio) you know these bitches bout to be fucked up! And not Letitia drinking water!!! 🤣

Jojo asks Letitia.. “is Fidji gonna be ok with you staying up and drinking with us all night?”

“Fidji Who?” Tish scoffs.

Jojo looks at her in shock as the other girls laugh and exchange looks 👀😅

“Nah nah, I’m playing shes in the room studying for her board exam. We just gotta keep it moderately quiet, but we good..” she cheeses with all 32 teeth! 😁

“But yea tonight is calm. It’s just the mandem drinking drinks, and watching the fight! Let’s get it!” She expresses before flopping down on the sofa between her bros.

Jojo had been spending so much time with Tish lately that she even agreed to let her stay a couple months, whilst jojo was getting her kitchen renovated. So they got super close and Tish was cool with her being in the know about her relationship with fidji but the other girls didn’t know to what extent Tish was fond of fidji. They think they’re all just best friends and jojo and fidji just stay over a lot cuz Tish hates being alone in her big house.

So surprisely enough, when one of her friends found a red lace bra in between the couch, Jojo quickly claimed it as being her girlfriends and they were making out on the couch one night. Everyone believed her and didn’t question whether it could have been fidji’s. But Tish and jojo knew better. 😉

“My bad Tish.. and yo bro lemme get that man you holding my ladies tings a lil too long friend!” she reaches out to the one who found it..

They get on with the game.. taking shots cuz it’s punches being thrown left and right. Ramla is looking good in the ring, her form is tight, her punches landing. Tish is imitating her moves. Showing off her muscles as she swings! “Man I can’t wait to start filming this! I’m gonna look so bad ass in this movie bro, it’s gonna be sick!”

Jojo teases “you gotta get thru sparring training first bro”

“I’m getting better, you ain’t seen my last sparring match cuz u was at the BOSS show in Paris with so and so(***) and you missed it. I almost K.O. Coach. But that’s what he gets for knocking my chin last time! Left a scar and everything! Had me looking like I be getting sucker punched in front of kehlani”

“I told my man’s before we started, not the face! This where I make my money! He said this is boxing! I’m knocking ya head off! Hands up!” Tish recollects as she motions her blocking stance.”

“And what he do? Knock ya head off” jojo laughed as she tapped Letitia’s chin with a light jab.. “that’s why I feel no shame getting my lick back!” Tish said as she switched in and out of her British-Guyanese accent.

She boasted a bit more before starting the fight back up.. they were watching an old fight of Ramlas on YouTube. Tish was back to imitating her moves and swinging in the air, showing off to her now drunk as hell friends who are laughing and cheering her on. She really is putting on a whole performance, presenting her full masculinity for display. She had the girls shook becuz they never seen her have so much BDE, they questioned where all that masc energy came out of such a sweet petite woman. But she carried it well. And it flowed so effortlessly out of her..

fidji came out of the room to see what all the fuss was. Tish was throwing quick jabs, flashing her muscles, and prancing around the floor as if squaring up with an opponent. As soon as she saw fidji she froze.. Like Ta’chala.

“Girl ain’t you supposed to be studying?” She tried to play off her sudden nervousness by switching over to her American accent. Fidji mimicked her “ain’t you supposed to be watching the fight.. not fighting the air?”

Everyone laughed.. including Tish. She loved how fidji wasn’t afraid to crack jokes on her, cuz Tish loves to laugh and clown and bring light into a situation. Fidji walked over to the couch and took a seat on the empty sectional corner. She motioned Tish to join her explaining that she couldn’t concentrate cuz of all the noise so she rather just come out here and have fun with everyone. They settled their dispute with a quick agreement in their eyes and they got cozy as everyone continued watching the game.

The atmosphere changed and Tish got all soft, polar opposite than how she was acting before. She kept checking on fidji to make sure she was good.. being extra sweet and attentive. “You got enough of the blanket love?… You gotta get up early you shouldn’t be taking shots with us.. let me get you some water… babe you think I could beat her in a fight? I been training and coach says I’m getting better, what u think?” Just in complete need of Fidji’s validation in the cutest way. The bros thought it was the corniest thing ever, and were definitely clowning her like “Bro where was all that 10 minutes ago when you was in the 8th round with the air??” One of them asked. She shushed them and ignored her friends and continued to dote about with fidji. As her drunk friends were now more entertained with what them two had going on than they were in the fight! But Tish is too smooth, she liquored them up while she drank water the whole time, so none of them will remember this tomorrow. So for now she can flirt in peace! 😌

What y’all think?

#dess asks #letitia wright #letitiawright

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frankenjoly · 2 months

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For the fanfic writer ask: 🥺💖👀⛔️

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

i'm a sucker for fluff in any flavor: physical affection, mutual understanding, characters looking out for each other... i'm very sappy, so it's not difficult lakjdsfl.

💖 What made you start writing?

i've always been obsessed with fiction, and i kinda recall writing a bit? but The Moment was when i discovered online written rp, then started myself at 15 (man, it's been over 11 years now). that also lead me to start writing fics eventually (or to properly call those fics), and here i am, still doing both and with no intention of stopping.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

right now the only one-shot i have currently started is the one i mention here, but other ideas i wanna go for soon are the red riding hood tachigin and a shokohime pirate au for a fanweek.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

years ago i started a firelight jinx au bcs of arcane, then kinda left it there... buuut i'm considering adding more stuff and finally letting it see the light. i also had an uraume au that i was giving up on posting for personal reasons, but some months ago i said "fuck it" and posted it.

#ask answer #emoji ask #thanks!!! <3

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saviorbook · 1 year

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Stargazing

You know, this one was actually super fun to write, but I don't know if I actually met the challenge of day 6 of @fransweek. I like to think I did, but I could be wrong. Anyway, have some Dancetale fluff, because I'm a sucker for it.

It’s said that there is a bizarre phenomenon that encapsulates the night sky in neon lights, once every hundred years. This time, everyone had gathered to party the night away. There would be dancing and eating, stolen kisses in hidden corners. Sans knew this and decided that he wasn’t going. He no longer danced, and he knew that would be the main event for the majority of the party. At least, this was his decision, but Papyrus had managed to convince him to go by practically begging.

Frisk, in the meantime, was getting ready for the biggest party of the century with a big grin on her face. She knew Sans was going to be there; she didn’t bribe Papyrus for no reason. Plus, when Sans inevitably found out, she knew he would thank her. After all, this is a once in a lifetime experience that she knew he wouldn’t want to miss. She decided that she would keep it simple with a plain, navy blue dress and a few silver accessories. Her shoes were a pair of ratty sneakers that were good for dancing and nothing else. She arrived a few minutes before the party was supposed to start, because the event was being hosted by the embassy, and she was a member of said embassy.

“Well, if it’s not the little ballerina who saved monster kind.” Frisk rolled her eyes before giving the man a casual greeting.

“Well, Ronald, it it isn’t the man who only got this position because his daddy knows the king. How are you tonight? Personally, I’m super excited! I can’t wait for everyone to show up.” She smiled as he grew red in the face before storming off.

“Alright, Ms. Ambassador. I got everything set up. You should be good to go.” She smiled and took a headset from the bat monster before going on stage.

“Hello, everyone. I know it’s oddly late at night for the embassy to be hosting an event, but I would to thank all of you who were able to make it. Tonight is a nearly once in a lifetime experience, and I am so glad and thankful that we, as monster and human, are able to share this with each other. Now, enough of me talking. I’m sure you all get plenty of that in the news, as is. Let’s dance!” She quickly got off the stage as the music started playing ans made her way to the refreshments, where she thought Sans would be plastered to. She wasn’t wrong.

“nice talk. when is the light show supposed to actually start?” She rolled her eyes a little before answering.

“Wow, it’s great to see you too. You’ll know when I do. I have an earpiece in so I can be signaled to get everyone calmed down, so we can watch it.” Sans cringed a little, knowing that his greeting did sound kind of unpleasant.

“sorry, it’s just… with everyone dancing, i’m a little antsy. why aren’t you dancing?” Frisk sighed before grabbing his hand.

“Well, I’m not dancing, because I wanted to spend time with you, and you know… You’d probably be less antsy if you danced, too.” She quickly looked away, her hand still gripping his.

“i told you when we were still underground, i don’t dance.” He pulled his hand away and grabbed a cup of punch.

“You never did tell me why. Papyrus almost told me once. He stopped himself before he could finish by jumping out of a window.” Sans chuckled a little then sighed.

“okay, i’ll tell you, but it needs to be somewhere more secluded.” Frisk nodded her head and gestured for him to follow her to the back of the building.

“Here we are. We can’t get much more secluded than this without leaving the party all together, and I can’t do that. Just so you’re not worried though, I’ll turn off the ear piece. The main event wasn’t predicted to start until hours from now, and even if I miss the cue, the ceiling is open, and everyone will be able to see it anyway.” She fiddled with her hands as she rambled, not noticing that Sans had a large smile on his face.

“thanks. uhm, i guess it’s time i spill, huh? well, the truth is, i’m scared. dancing is when a monster is at their most vulnerable. i originally stopped dancing a while ago, after some pretty bad stuff happened. truth be told, the last time you asked me to dance, i almost said yes. then, i was scared for an entirely different reason. i haven’t danced in so long, i don’t know what my soul song would sound like. i’m afraid that you wouldn’t like it, or you could see me differently afterwards. i don’t want to lose you as my friend, because you mean so much to me. i love you, frisk.” He froze when he said that last bit.

“We don’t have to dance to your soul song. I know that not dancing is painful, and I can’t imagine how much pain you must be in if you haven’t danced for years. Humans don’t dance to our soul songs. It’s why we make music. We can’t hear our own songs. If you want we can dance to some human music, but if that isn’t good enough, and if you really want to dance to soul music, no one said it had to be yours. And while I mean every word, I’m saying all of this because I love you, too.” She went to grab his hand but stop once she saw the lights overhead.

“i thought you said that this wasn’t supposed to happen for another few hours?” He stumbled back a little as he tried to take the entire sky in, the colors blasting through his soul.

“It wasn’t. That’s what was predicted at least. I’m sorry, I should go. I’m supposed to be in the auditorium area.” She gasped as Sans grabbed her hand and spun her to face him. His eyes were as bright as the stars above them, and Frisk could feel her face heat up.

“dance with me.” The colors in the sky danced behind him, and he finally decided to listen to their call and join in.

“Okay.” While everyone else was inside, awestruck by the sky’s show, Sans was dancing for the first time in years to music that only he and Frisk could, both ignoring the light show above and only looking into starry eyes of their dance partner.

#frans #sans x frisk #fransweek #fransweek 2023 #frisk x sans #dancetale frans

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 1 year

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I am politely requesting you to start please ma'am

bless you for enabling me 🙏🏻

so a lot of my thoughts about the parallels come from this post made by @was-there-ever!!

(and ofc this is all based around the revival choreography!!!)

so, for starters, one of the very obvious parallels is the costumes!! Macavity's costume resembles Tugger's quite a bit, with the same fur coloring and positions. Macavity's got a mane as well, though it's obviously very matted and torn up, so right there is a visual connection between the two!

next, this is specific to the promo videos that the 2016 revival did (that i CANNOT FIND), but in it, Macavity and Tugger both do the same little movement, where they walk beneath Victoria, who is being supported by (i think) Tumblebrutus and Alonzo. it's a little thing, but that's something that's always stood out to me!

now onto the number itself!!!

Macavity and Tugger both spend a large chunk of their time on the steps up to Deut's tire, in the center of the stage, making everyone look at them

When Tugger has everyone singing together and dancing together, they're having fun. It's because they want to. When it's Macavity, you can tell that they're uncomfortable and being controlled by him.

and for my FAVORITE FUCKING PARALLEL MOMENT THAT I'M 100% POSITIVE WAS ON PURPOSE IS THE TUGGOFFELEES AND DEMCAVITY MOMENT

LOOK AT THIS I'M SO UNWELL

i think @magical-marvelous-mistoffelees said it best: Tugger and Misto are working together. Tugger's holding onto Misto's arm, he's planting his feet. Misto is the one moving, he's the one who is guiding that moment. He's trusting that Tugger will catch his arm and stop him if he throws himself a little too far. Tugger's eyes are ALWAYS on Misto, making sure that they're in sync, and that he's not going to fall. This is quite obviously a move that they have practiced and perfected together. The trust they have in each other in this moment is painfully obvious.

Then, you have the exact same movements, but the physicality is so different: Macavity is holding Demeter's hand. His feet aren't steady, he's not even making sure she's planted in place. he's throwing her around, yanking her into the proper positions instead of letting her guide the moment. He's barely looking at her, glancing at her at the last moment to make sure he's got control of her. Demeter is trying so hard to free her arm, she is terrified in this moment.

and because I'm a sucker for the revival lighting design, i have to talk about the spotlights:

During Tugger's song (yes it's Misto controlling the lights), the yellow spotlights are bright, solid, and controlled. There's a spotlight for almost each cat, highlighting them during that moment.

During the Macavity sequence, the red lights don't really have a place to go. They're bleeding out into the rest of the stage, there's no purpose to them other than for Macavity to show off. It's highlighting him.

yeah the 2016 revival said Deuteronomy Brother Rights and i love that for them <3

ALSO there's everything with Munk and Alonzo in this number vs. Tugger's number:

how in Tugger's number they're chiding and staying off to the side, never once interfering except to make fun of Tugger in that sibling way. They trust him, adn they trust Mistoffelees.

In the Macavity sequence, obviously, they are front and center the moment he shows up. There is no hesitation, none of that playful teasing in Tugger's song. Macavity is a threat, and that's what matters.

#rum tum tugger #macavity #mr mistoffelees #demeter #cats the musical #cats 2016 revival #munkustrap #alonzo

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What if five years since daughter!reader ranaway from lycan!papa!Chris and out of three of those years she meet someone along those lines and fell in love and got pregnant by a vampire

How would the interaction would be when Chris sees his daughter holding a two year old werewolf-vamprie hybrid in their arms as the vampire hubby is protecting them for daughter to escape

Broken Truth: Okay, so a five-year timelapse after she ran away with the gorge. A Vampire Husband? That's interesting. Now, let the words weave together.

[It has been five years since the last time he saw her at the gorge when she looked at him with such hatred in her eyes before she ran away into the snow's blizzard and was never seen again. He listened to the channels for any kind of information about his daughter but no one called or said anything about his daughter or a lycan outside of the Romanian Village and lycans were there all the time. Chris and Wolf began losing hope that they would find their daughter again when the 3-year mark hit and they canceled the bounty and reward before focusing on their own work.]

[Now]

[Chris walked down the night streets of the city he was investigating - there was a case of break-ins at the blood banks but there was no evidence of who or what was doing this but Chris knew that this was the work of a vampire - damn blood-suckers. Normally, they would ambush their prey on the streets but this one was trying to be careful and steal the blood from the blood banks; the question was, why?]

Wolf: We'll find the blood-sucker and take care of him.

Chris: I know, Wolf, I'm just thinking about…

Wolf: About her.

Chris: Five years we've been without her, Wolf, our daughter is in the world - lost and alone - possibly dead and there is nothing that we can do about it.

Wolf (Growls): Our daughter isn't dead. You know how powerful she is after what she did to us five years ago. We will find her again and… Wait… Sniff Sniff Chris, do you smell that?!

Chris: What?

Wolf: I smell blood, lots of it, and different types. Is there a blood bank nearby?!

Chris: Around the corner. Wolf: It's being robbed! Move!!

[Chris' eyes flared into a golden hue as he ran down the sideway with a powerful stride before he turned the corner and saw the glowing light of the blood bank and…there were two figures standing out of the front of the building.]

Chris: Hey! Stop right there!

[The figures looked at Chris before the two of them ran down the alleyway with a pissed-off werewolf after them. They turned left and right before they reached a dead-end where the moon's light shined down on their faces. Chris ran over to them and blocked the exit before barking at them to turn around. They slowly did - the first figure was a man with pale skin, red eyes, and black hair; a vampire. And the second was…]

Chris and Wolf (Wide-eyed): [Reader]…

Vampire (Looks over at [Reader]): Darling, you know this man?

[Reader] (Clenching the bundle in her arms tightly): Yeah… he's my father and he's a lycan, like me.

Chris: [Reader], I've been looking for you for 5 years. I thought I lost you forever but here you are, alive and well. But… Why are you stealing blood from blood banks? (Glares at the vampire) Is it for this blood-sucking leech?

Reader (Barks at Chris): Don't call my husband a leech, Chris!

Chris (Stunned and wide-eyed): What…did you just say? Wait, why are you robbing blood banks?

[Reader] (Looks at the bundle sleeping in her arms): For my son.

Chris (Eyes blaze golden as his fangs grind): A son? You had a child? With this leech?!

[Reader]: You don't control my life anymore, Chris, I have my own life and I have ever since I ran away from you at the gorge. I have a family just leave me alone.

Chris: No. You are mine and I am going to take you back home... Once I get rid of that leech and parasite.

[Reader] (Holds the baby closer to her): You're not hurting my son.

Vampire: [Reader], get out of here. Keep our son safe and get back to the coven.

[Reader]: Okay... Stay safe. (Runs away with the baby)

Chris: You're not going anywhere!

Vampire: You're not hurting my family!

#platonic yandere #chris redfield #lycan reader #vampire husband

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impossiblycolorfulpanda · 2 years

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Zutara - letting go

After a brutal battle with Ozaatu and the red lotus. Zuko suffered some minor injuries, the gaang helped out and were hiding out in a lodge.

Katara: "How do you always get hurt the way you do?"

Zuko: "(chuckle) Guess I'm just a sucker for pain."

Katara looked sad.

Katara: "I can't help but feel like I'm the one to blame."

Zuko: "What are you talking about?"

Katara: "Zuko, I'm always put in a situation I can't get out of and you are always there to get me out, jeopardizing your own life while doing it!"

Zuko: "I could just leave you to get hurt or die couldn't I? It's my choice and I promised myself I'd make the right ones. and I’ll always do it knowing your safe. I actually have a chance at saving you, I'm taking it. I'm not abandoning you like I abandoned Azula because I'm an idiot."

Katara: "You are not an idiot."

Zuko: "You know of the mistakes I made and called me out on it. No holding back. I always gave credit to my uncle about changing my ways but I believe you yourself made me better in your own way, even if you didn’t know it. In a way. You saved me too."

Katara: "Zuko I..."

There eyes got caught in contact, unable to break. They leaned fearlessly and there mouths caught into a kiss.

Aang’s eyes widened with shock. He wasn’t sure why, he already opened his last chakra and he told Katara his romantic feelings are gone but a part of him still surprised. His hand clutched and he closed his eyes. His mind wondered.

Patik voice: (Once you open this chakra, you will be able to go in and out of the Avatar State at will and when you are in the Avatar State, you will have complete control and awareness of all your actions. The Thought Chakra is located at the crown of the head. It deals with pure cosmic energy, and is blocked by earthly attachment. Meditate on what attaches you to this world. Now, let all of those attachments go. Let them flow down the river, forgotten.)

Aang voice: (Yangchen said I'm supposed to latched on my earthly tethers, she was wrong. The moment all my chakras became open, at first, I was lost, and I was afraid I would always feel that way. But instead, a sense of calmness and true freedom has come over me, I'm no longer at war with myself and I see things more clearly. I’m no longer capable of harboring any romantic feelings for you. I’m sorry, but we could never be. My affections were never real, and they always clouded my judgment. I was wrong to risk ruining our friendship because of my desires. It’s better this way, that way I can truly embrace my role as the avatar. I’m not gonna keep letting fear stop me. I’m done running from who I am.)

Roku voice: (My wife, Ta Min, was actually not an earthly tether, but something else. I call it, the beacon of ascension. It is a person who is most special and most important to the avatar. The light within the darkness and the one to inspire you to achieve balance and your true potential and vice versa. Give yourself time Aang, you beacon of ascension is out there. This being is very rare and will sometimes appear when you least expect it.)

Aang eased his hands, took deep breaths and opened his eyes. He made a tiny smirk of the new couple.

#zutara #katko #atla #aang #chakras

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awakenthemusic · 1 year

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What You Wish For: Chapter 2

Sam and Dean arrive at the Roadhouse to find some very familiar, and unexpected, faces.

Under the cut or on Ao3

Considering Dean had spent the last few decades driving away from the Roadhouse, the drive back was surprisingly quick. Like, they got there in about two minutes, quick.

Time clearly wasn’t the only thing that worked differently in heaven.

Dean parked in front of Harvelle’s as the sky flared in a multitude of colors with the dying light of the sun. He waited for Sam to catch up with him, then pushed open the Roadhouse door.

The familiar smells of stale beer and gun oil wafted over Dean. A handful of patrons sat at the bar to his right and more sat at the tables scattered in the center of the room. The jukebox stood in its corner to the left, classic rock playing low as its neon glowed a bright blue. Through the crowd, Dean could just make out the pool table standing in its alcove at the back of the room.

Ellen looked over from behind the bar and called, “Sam and Dean Winchester.” She smiled and asked, “How in the hell are you, boys?”

Before Dean could think of anything to say, Ash piped up from his spot near the pool table, “Dead! Again!”

Groaning laughter spread across the room and Dean wondered just how many times Ash had told that particular joke.

Dean couldn’t help but grin as he called out, “Hey, Dr. Badass, how’s it hangin’?”

Ash threw his arms out wide and said, “Free and easy, compadre, free and easy.”

“You dudes ain’t been back in a hot second,” Ash continued as he sauntered over, flipping his mullet casually. “Used to be I couldn’t go two weeks without having to rescue you from whatever memories you got yourselves stuck in so we could catch up and grab a beer before the powers-that-be sent you back dirt-side. Now, you never call, you never write…” Ash punched Dean in the arm and winked at him as he said, “I was starting to take it personal.”

Dean rubbed his aching shoulder as Sam chuckled and said, “Sorry we haven’t died in a while, I guess?”

Ash magnanimously waved it off and said, “Water under the bridge. But what am I doing wasting time?” Ash leaned over to shout toward the swinging door behind the bar, “Charles, you’re gonna want to see what the cat dragged in!”

Dean exchanged a confused glance with Sam. Who did they know named Charles?

The door swung open and Dean caught sight of a flash of red between the patrons seated at the bar as a familiar voice grumbled, “I swear to Hermione, Ash, if you want me to look at another hot guy you met…” The figure rounded the bar and froze, her mouth dropping open. “Sam? Dean?”

Dean felt like he’d been sucker-punched. It was Charlie, their Charlie. Not some alternate-universe knockoff.

Charlie launched herself at Dean, stumbling him back a couple of steps and nearly knocking the wind out of him with the force of her hug.

Dean couldn’t care less about breathing right now. He gathered Charlie in close, squeezing her just as hard. He rested his chin on top of her head and seriously considered never letting her go.

Damn , he’d missed her.

“Hey, Charlie,” Dean said, his voice rough.

Charlie’s voice was suspiciously watery as she burrowed closer into Dean’s chest and said, “Hey, handmaiden.”

That surprised a sound out of Dean that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. Tears pricked at the backs of Dean’s eyes and he had to fight past the lump in his throat to say, “I’m so sorry.”

Charlie pulled back far enough to glare up at Dean, fire in her eyes as she said firmly, “My death was nobody’s fault but the asshole who killed me. None of that was your fault. I make my own decisions, handmaiden, and I’ll thank you to remember that.”

Dean nodded, his eyes watery. He dropped a kiss on Charlie’s head before he finally stepped back. Dean cleared his throat to try and dislodge the emotion caught there.

He turned to find Jo standing next to Sam, clearly having just hugged him in greeting while Dean was busy with Charlie. She said, “Hey, Dean.”

Another pang of guilt hit Dean. Even though logically he knew they were all safe now, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d failed Jo, Ellen, and Charlie. If he’d just been faster, smarter maybe they would have had a chance to live instead of dying too soon.

Jo cocked her head and said, “I’ll second what Charlie said. None of what happened was your fault.”

Dean cleared his throat and said, “Come ‘ere.”

Jo smiled softly and stepped into the hug. She leaned up to Dean’s ear and said, “And I will get details on the whole ‘handmaiden’ thing.”

Dean chuckled and dropped a kiss on her forehead as well. He breathed deep as she backed out of the hug, pushing back the last of the tears.

Ellen smiled softly at their reunion and cleared her throat before saying, “You boys sit yourselves down right here and tell us all about what you’ve been up to before someone yanks you back out of here again. Oh!” She clapped her hands together and said, “I’d better call Bobby. That old buzzard’ll have my hide if finds out he missed you.” She grabbed the handset of the bar’s ancient landline and started to dial.

Dean frowned. Sam had just gotten here of course, but why hadn’t Bobby told Ellen that Dean was here to stay this time? Dean shuffled his feet and said, “Um, I think we’re officially out of ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ cards this time.”

Ellen paused, her face falling slightly, then put the receiver back down. She nodded decisively, saying, “Well, then. Looks like you boys have time to get settled in before the party.”

Dean blinked and asked, “What party?”

“The party we’re gonna throw for you boys tomorrow,” Ellen said with a twinkle in her eye.

Dean and Sam both started to protest at the same time, but Ellen would hear none of it. She silenced them both with a gesture and declared, “You boys are finally here to stay. We are throwing you two the biggest blowout heaven’s ever seen and that’s final!”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of good food, friendly banter, and party planning.

Bill Harvelle, Ellen’s husband, turned out to be a big bear of a guy with an easy smile. He was instantly on board with the idea of throwing a welcome party for Sam and Dean and didn’t seem to hold a grudge against either of them for the fact that their dad had been involved when Bill had died.

When Ellen finally noticed how late it was and offered them a place to sleep, Dean gratefully accepted.

Charlie volunteered to show Sam and Dean to the guest rooms. She led them up the stairs at the back of the building, gushing happily about all of the technological hijinks she and Ash had been getting up to since everything had changed in heaven.

Dean could practically hear everyone involved in cybersecurity back on earth letting out a collective sigh of relief that Ash and Charlie had never met in life.

The guest rooms were small and simply furnished, but they were still a damn sight better than most of the places that Sam and Dean had stayed in their lives. Each room had a bed, a dresser, and a small table and chairs. There were no strange stains and no bugs or other vermin running around. But the real highlight of the room was a large window that looked out on a magnificent view.

Moonlight sparkled over snow-capped mountain peaks in the distance as evergreens danced in the same cool breeze that fluttered the curtains.

It had been quite a few years and several apocalypses ago, but Dean would bet every cent he owned that the real-life roadhouse hadn’t had a view like this.

Charlie suddenly gasped, “Oh! I almost forgot the best part!”

She motioned Sam and Dean over to the dresser and said, “Check this out.” She opened the top drawer and gestured inside.

Dean frowned and said, “Okay, it’s empty.”

Charlie grinned and said, “Exactly,” then shut the drawer again. Dean was about to ask if she was feeling alright, but she silenced him by holding up a finger. She paused dramatically for a moment, then opened the drawer again with a flourish as she said, “Et voilá!"

The empty drawer was now stuffed full of flannel shirts. Dean looked closer and felt his eyebrows rocket upward. He said, “Those are my shirts.”

Charlie just nodded, a twinkle in her eye.

“What the hell?”

Charlie laughed at their dumbfounded expressions and explained, “It’s heaven, bitches. Anything you need, you just think about it and it shows up; clothes, food, even places; anywhere you want to go is always just down the street.”

Well, that explained their weirdly short drive earlier.

Charlie continued, “It only seems to work where you can’t see it, though. I guess somebody up here figured that having shit pop up out of nowhere would freak out the muggles too much.”

Sam leaned over Charlie’s shoulder to look into the drawer for himself and said, “That’s unbelievable.”

Charlie said, “I know, right? We’re all still getting used to it.”

She jumped suddenly as an idea hit her. She closed the drawer again, then paused, wrinkling up her face in concentration. She pulled the drawer open again and gestured for Dean to look inside.

Instead of Dean’s clothes, there sat two leather arm braces, similar to the ones he wore during their LARPing stint in ‘Moondoor.’ Charlie had clearly dreamed these up herself, though; they were a deep green color and had little symbols embossed at the top.

Dean picked them up and tilted them in the light to get a better look. The symbols were little raised Impala logos in the leather. He grinned and said, “Awesome.”

Charlie smothered her grin, straightened to her full height, and, in an imperious voice, said, “Only the best for my handmaiden.”

Sam laughed and asked, “You LARP in heaven?”

Charlie scoffed, “Duh. Think about it, costumes that we can make instantly, as many fake weapons as we want, not to mention we can literally go anywhere that we can imagine; Helm’s Deep, the bridge of the Enterprise…” Charlie bounced in place and said, “Once we get the logistics of the wands and brooms figured out, we’re going to recreate the Battle of Hogwarts, it’s going to be epic!”

Dean grinned fondly and said, “Well, you’re obviously right at home here… I gotta ask, though. How’d you wind up at the Roadhouse?”

“After everyone ‘woke up’ in heaven, Ash was the first one to establish communications between people.” Charlie chuckled, “Hell, he had a rudimentary internet up in a matter of hours. After that, a bunch of programmers and hackers joined forces to bring heaven into the twenty-first century. Now we’ve got a decent internet proxy and we’re working on getting access to things like social media and Wikipedia—” Charlie stopped and yawned wide, then said, “Well, to cut a long story short, Ash and I met online, worked together, and decided to meet in person. Once I got here and we realized that we’d all met you two, I had to stick around. Plus,” Charlie grinned and winked. “I kinda started dating a certain hot bartender…”

Dean’s brain short-circuited. Wait… Jo was gay? And she and Charlie were… What?

He vaguely registered Sam congratulating Charlie as his mind whirled.

An old, nasty voice started up in the back of Dean’s mind, grating like nails on a chalkboard as it started the old, familiar chorus of dirty… unnatural… wrong…

His skin prickled with the sensation of hundreds of eyes watching him, waiting for him to let down his guard, waiting to haul him back to hell.

Dean broke out in a cold sweat as every inner alarm he had started to blare out a never-ending stream of not safe, not safe, notsafenotsafenotsafe…

Dean stood paralyzed with fear as Charlie described her relationship with Jo; their dates, visiting Charlie’s mom together, and living together here in the Roadhouse. Charlie smiled, her eyes lit up with love, as she gushed about how much she cared for another woman… and nothing happened.

The skies didn’t open to pour the wrath of heaven down on them. Angels didn’t burst out of the woodwork to haul Charlie and Jo away.

Nothing happened.

Dean breathed through the panic and tried to make sure none of his freak-out showed on his face as he pulled himself together. An idea popped into his head and, before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “Are there other gay people in heaven?”

Dean froze, his eyes widening as he realized how that probably sounded.

Sure enough, Sam shot him an exasperated look and said, “ Dude. ”

Charlie didn’t seem to take offense, though. Her eyes softened with some emotion that Dean couldn’t quite place and said, “Yeah, I mean, we haven’t organized a parade or anything, but there are tons of queer people on the forums, connecting with each other and talking about culture and whatnot.

“Right, no, yeah. Makes sense, I mean… Right.” Dean nodded like any part of his speech made sense and tried to open a hole under his feet with his mind. The hole didn’t materialize as planned, but fate took pity on him, because just then Charlie yawned again and rubbed at her eyes.

She said, “Yeah, well, you know me; come for the tech, stay for the hot ladies.” She smirked, “Although, I also come for the hot ladies, if you catch my drift…”

All the previous awkwardness and panic were forgotten as Dean cringed at that mental image. He groaned, “Dude! You and Jo are like my little sisters. I don’t need to hear shit like that…”

Charlie laughed and bounced her eyebrows suggestively, delighting in Dean’s trauma. “Well, speaking of Jo, I think it’s time to hit that…” She paused for Dean’s groan, then continued, “...hay. ‘Night, bitches!”

Sam chuckled and shook his head as Charlie sauntered from the room. He said, “She’s right.”

Dean glared and Sam held his hands up and chuckled, “About going to sleep. It’s getting pretty late.”

Dean huffed out a sigh and said, “Yeah, ‘night, Sammy.”

Sam turned to leave but hesitated with his hand on the doorknob. He glanced back at Dean with a look on his face that Dean couldn’t quite identify.

Leftover fear and dread coiled in Dean’s stomach and he suddenly realized that he hadn’t actually asked Sam if he was cool with staying here; Dean had just accepted for the both of them.

I’m such an idiot, Dean thought to himself. Of course Sam doesn’t want to stay here, he’s probably got about a thousand other places he’d rather be. Hell, his wife is probably waiting for him somewhere up here (what did he say her name was again?)

Dean shuffled his feet and said with a nervous chuckle, “Hey, man, we don’t have to stay here. If you’d rather go somewhere else—”

Sam cut off the rest of Dean’s sentence by lunging across the space in between them and yanking Dean into a hug.

Sam squeezed Dean so hard that Dean idly wondered if you could break a rib in heaven. Sam choked out, “ Damn, I’ve missed you,” and buried his face in Dean’s neck.

Relief flooded through Dean as tears once again rushed to his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his brother and said, “I missed you too, Sammy.”

#destiel #fanfic #fanfiction #spn #supernatural #what you wish for #wywf #my fics #dean winchester #castiel

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