#oh. ut voice claims yeah.

[mtt-burger-emporium]

bc of that one papyrus video with scudworth's voice, i, unfortunately, have absorbed that into my subconscious and it has become my voice claim for papyrus too

#papyrus #soda.txt #shirt that says 'I ♡ CLONE HIGH' #speaking of which i've been trying to get through the reboot but ngl it doesn't keep my attention as much as the first season does #love topher though. would love to hit him with a frying pan #hes so insufferable. he's my voice claim for berdly #i'm gonna have to log off in a few but if anyone wants to k #-know my voice claims for utdr characters hmu #BTW BC OF THAT ONE VIDEO OF PROFESSOR FARNSWORTH AS GASTER. HE'S MY CLAIM FOR HIM TOO #i've been mwaning to watch futurama bc one of my mutuals watches it but i havent had the time #graarrfh. grabs you. shakes you. can you tell i have a certain interest in cartoons marketed towards adults #what was i talking about. #oh. ut voice claims yeah. #my voice claim for rudy is weird al. #first i considered christian slater but the two roles i've seen him in are asshole bf (jd in heathers) and asshole dad (rand in inside job) #so that idea was discarded. #LOL. ok NOW im gonna stop talking #i love to talk you should know that ab me

[compassion-of-a-lightner]

I guess I'm sleep deprived enough having not slept for 4 days to make a post about this.

People who entirely write off Asgore as a character worth caring about in any respect, what's up?

I should clarify.

This is not directed to people who fully consider his story in UT, or the implications in DR and come out of it going "I don't forgive him and therefore don't like him"

It's more to the weirdly hostile voices I see that are just like, entirely dismissive of his story and just go "Haha, he sucks. Definitely no nuance here! Just shitty! Every other character is worth the world and Asgore is a piece of shit forever and should die lmao" and like, did you play the same game?

Because I feel like you're just robbing yourself of a whole ass dynamic of the story in UT just to go "Haha, he's a lame divorced shithead and murderer, Toriel deserves better uwu" and like, that's not the point? OBVIOUSLY she does? Because she decided he's not for her in both games for different reasons? That doesn't delete his story from the game(s) or make it less valuable to consider?

Also good for her (in UT), the dumbass goes kid killer and you tell him to go fly a kite.

But like, seriously man. Asgore has one of the most hefty 'crumbling under the weight of the world' narratives to his story in UT.

He's in charge of giving all monsters a better life, and he's looked deep inside, witnessed his son killed by humanity, witnessed the (supposed) best chance at peace between humanity and monsters pass with Chara, and he's decided that the only hope to provide for those he cares about is to give up his own 'humanity' and gather the power of human souls to break through... AND HE CAN'T EVEN DO THAT BECAUSE HE CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO BECOME THE MONSTER HE HATES!

(Yes he kills though, I mean finish the plan, we'll get to that)

Like cut and dry, it's a pretty shit plan bud. But it's born from a place of deep compassion and a sense of significant loss that made him desperate.

(some of these details might be too fuzzy from a long time since playing but the general point remains)

He doesn't know all the facts.

He doesn't know everything about Chara.

He doesn't know that Chara, while fused with Asriel, wanted to commit violence against Humanity for what they did to the monsters.

He didn't know that Asriel died because he fought against this.

He didn't know so much of the story. All he saw was his adopted child dying with a simple wish to see the flowers again, and humanity attacking like the beasts they claimed monsters were when his son attempted to fulfill that wish.

He saw humanity's darkest, and questioned why monsters were the ones locked below. And he saw what Asriel and Chara were able to accomplish together so he made a plan.

His plan rings the same tones of most 'last chance' narratives. There IS no other way out from what he's witnessed. Chara and Asriel WERE the good option out, and it didn't work.

The good ending was attempted, and denied. So he looked at his options and there really weren't many.

Either die underground, or kill to make the surface their home.

And upon finally building up the determination to put his plan in motion, he couldn't do it.

He killed, and immediately had too much regret to follow through.

He shut down, he crumbled under the pressure, he saw the blood on his hands and he realized he wasn't able to hate strongly enough to use the soul to break through and attack humanity as a whole.

As Toriel said in the true end, he could have gone with 1 soul, but he hid away and hoped that no more humans would come.

His true plan was to end his plan. To live in regret of the life he stole and never see another human again, and out of fear of revealing his failure to his people, out of fear of admitting to them that they would never see the surface again, he hid from his responsibility because it would demand he become a true monster. He claimed to need more power, and hoped no one would come to confront them.

He locked himself into the responsibilities of a mad king, to kill and gather power whenever a new human arrives. For nothing.

To continuously bloody his hands in the hopes of never doing so again, all because he's too 'weak' to just go up top and become the Mercy-less monster he truly believed needed to exist to free them.

And all the sadness and regret, but hollow determination to continue on his path is so STRONG in his story, man! It's TERRIBLE!

He hates what he's become; He shows no joy at the thought of fighting Frisk. He's built an empty responsibility all in the hope of never killing again, and the world keeps laughing at him as it tosses more lives his way.

He wants to help his people, but he doesn't want to hurt the humans.

He was a good person presented with a perspective of the 'facts' that laid bare a world of disgusting hate, a world that can't be reasoned with, a world without Mercy. And after having lost his only children to this world, he gave in to his own weakness and decided to play by the rules- to also fight without Mercy.

AND. FAILED.

He's both entirely convinced that the world has no mercy, and is entirely unable to relinquish his own.

All while bitterly tending to an evil he resents to its core, all while hoping to be left alone and never be asked to shed blood again, all while truly believing he must do so- in these circumstances- if he is to protect the lives on the surface and maintain even a semblance of his mercy in the grand scheme of things.

Let them live and risk the humans finding out he killed in the first place, risk the humans coming underground to kill them all. Risk repeating what happened with Asriel, but for them all because of blood on his hands.

Kill them, for no gain, and continue the facade- continue telling everyone you're almost strong enough to kill those on the surface. Continue lying, so that the monsters are safe, and the humans are as well. All at the cost of another child. IT SUCKS IT'S FUCKING BAD MAN.

It's what makes it so touching that you can convince him through your intense determination to break the rules of this mercy-less world! You're unending compassion and inability to accept 'no' for an answer in regards to cherishing life provides him with new hope!

It's a glimpse of a person with true unending mercy that convinces him that the world can be changed- Frisk and the player's actions convince him that he was mistaken. That it never had to be the original plan, and the reason he couldn't think of a new one is because succumbing to the act of murder had destroyed his sense of hope- he wasn't the right person to come up with a plan to free the monsters after that because it was simply too damaging to his ability to hope or dream of a better future.

He needed convinced.

He needed to be shown that the world can have mercy in it, that it can be compassionate.

Things he once believed were possible, and a reality that was torn from him with the loss of his kids- revitalized as you step through to make it happen.

IT'S GOOD, OKAY.

AND ASGORE IS INTEGRAL TO IT AND IS A TRAGIC FIGURE WITHIN IT.

Anyways you can still hate him, you're opinions are you own and he sucks at being a good dude. The dude killed kids (in UT), you remember that? Fucked up.

I've just been seeing a lot of takes on the guy as some nuance-less bad person when he has so many layers of depth going on that it sounds bizarre to hear him summed up as like "Oh yeah, Asgore is a piece of shit, anyways let's talk about the character depth of Pipis"

I mean come on, Ms. Pipis is right there, talk about her, lol.

#Deltarune #Undertale #Asgore #asgore dreemurr #asgore undertale #my posts #spoilers #it's a mistake to ramble about a character without sleep

[yourfavoriteagent]

The Table

Hey! a new little ifs for you guys! Sorry I’ve been gone!

Reader goes to a coffee shop every day, she see College!Spencer there too ut never has the confidence to talk to him, until someone steals her table.

CW: NONE

There is a coffee shop in central Seattle that you frequent. Every day for the past month you’ve seen a young man sitting in the corner of the shop, lounging in a green armchair, every day he has a different book in hand. The first day was Don Quixote, today it’s Les Mis. You had to confess, you’d been crushing on the tall brunette for the past few weeks, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he sips away at his cappuccino. Every day you sat at a table by the window, your back facing the bookshelf wall and your eyes facing him. That wasn’t the original goal, you just liked how the light shined on your papers from the window next to you. But since he got here that was just an added bonus.

Today you walk in and the disheveled-looking boy is sitting at your table. It was 7am on a Thursday, there were only the two of you in the shop, well aside from the baristas behind the counter. You order your latte, looking over at the boy at your table over your shoulder. Why would he sit there, he never sits there. The table was long enough for the both of you to sit and work comfortably, you thought, would it be weird if I chose the one seat next to him in an empty coffee house? Anxious thoughts raced through your head as you waited for your coffee. Once the Barista called your name you noticed his head perk up across the room. You grab your latte and walk over to the sitting area. He looks up at you and shuffles his papers around, making room on the other side of the table. Was he offering a seat?

“May I?” You ask cautiously.

“Of course.” He nods and looks down at his papers again. Setting your bag down on the chair next to you you pull out your literature textbook and the corresponding notebook. The two of you were sitting right cross from each other, not the most practical arrangement but it made your heart pound in your chest. While debating whether or not to say anything he interrupts the silence.

“My name is Spencer.” He says, you jerk your head up to look at him.

“Hi, um, I’m y/n.” You smile at him awkwardly.

“It’s great to meet you. Sorry for stealing your table.” He chuckled.

“Oh, well I don’t own it. You’re welcome to it anytime.” You say awkwardly stumbling over your words. What are you saying, idiot!

“I suppose that's true, but you do seem to have laid your claim on it pretty well, every time I come here I see your coffee cups and stacks of notebooks strewn about.” He laughs again. You hadn’t gotten to see him this close up before. It was endearing. He had dark brown puppy dog eyes and the more charming smile you’d ever seen. His brown hair was a bit messy, the curls fluffing up in every direction, but it worked for him.

“It’s the best table in the house,” You shrug, trying to soothe your heart a tad.

“And why is that?” He asks with a grin across his face.

“Well, for starters, the light in the morning comes through that window, it is gorgeous, anything you're doing is just enveloped in golden light. But later in the day, once the sun has fully risen, you get to people's watch. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but a lot of people come in and out of this shop. They’re fun to look at.” You shrug and let the smile fade from your face. This really was your favorite place in the city.

“Ah, I see. Well, I must say the people watching is much better from the other side of the room.” He nods his head towards the unoccupied green chair in the corner.

“Oh, yeah, I guess the window is a better view.” You say, “But I don’t think it gives the same effect.”

“I don’t think the entire fair. You can see plenty from my side of the room.” He smiles and scans the room. “Go on, try it out.”

“What? You’re chair?” You ask?

“I mean it’s not my chair, but yes, my chair.” Alright. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, making a grand gesture of sitting down in the chair. It was rather comfortable but the view was awful. You could see out the window but from this angle, all you saw was the side of a building and maybe a few people passing by. You could barely see the rest of the coffee shop tables and bookshelves were scattered about obstructing your view, but you could see your table very well. It was a straight show between the two.

“I don’t see it.” You shook your head and walked back over to your table.

“I guess you just don’t appreciate things the way I do.” He smiles and flicks open his book. You don’t bother asking him what that means before opening your textbook and starting to write your chapter notes.

The hours drag on, it’s almost 11am when you get up for another coffee, I crowd has sort of formed in the shop, some people on their lunch breaks getting coffee, a group of friends catching up with one another on the sofa. As you walk up to the counter you heard footsteps behind you. Looking over your shoulder you see Spencer walking towards the counter as well. You smile ad turn backstepping forward to tell the barista your order. Once you finish and got to pull out your wallet to pay you to hear a voice behind you.

“And an iced americano if you don’t mind.” You spin around to see Spencer handing a ten-dollar bill to the cashier.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You stutter.

“I know, but I thought it’s only fair I buy you coffee.”

 “Fair?” You ask,

“I did steal your table, it’s only fair I make it up to you.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works, but thank you nonetheless.” You smile and grab the warm mug from the counter. He was shaping up to be more than you had imagined,

“How’re the notes coming?” He asked when the two of you had sat down again.

“Not bad, I mean I may bore myself to tears if I have to read another chapter about Homer, but other than that, not too bad.” You say, taking a small sip from your drink.

“Ah, Homer, I never was a fan of his.” He confesses.

“I can’t blame you,” You say, you go on for a moment about the last essay you write about his influence on modern storytelling. It wasn’t your best work but it was an easy A. The two of you begin talking poetry and before you know it it’s two pm. An alarm goes off on your phone telling you're about to be late for class again.

“Oh shit, sorry, I have to go.” You say and pile everything into your bag.

“Wait!” You see Spencer writing on a napkin. He hands you the note and gives you a genuine smile goodbye before you rush out the door. On the note, he left his phone number with a cheesy winking face next to it. You let out of laugh and stored it away in your pocket. That coffer shop was turning out better than you could have ever imagined.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine #fluff

[nautiscarader]

Izuocha - fantasy

(Ao3)

- After you, my lady! - Nuh-uh, you were leading the party!

Ochaco and Izuku shared a laughter as the two opened door to their room, trying their best to not damage the outfits they were in.

Izuku, as usual, had an easier job, as he only had to be careful of his plastic sword that made turning just a little bit more problematic. Ochaco. in her pointy hat, a bag of magical supplies and a wooden staff had a few more problems navigating.

But the accessories became less problematic when the two reached the bedroom, and found each other's arms, tasting not only pumpkin juice, but also wine from each other's lips.

- I-Izuku! - Ochaco protested suddenly, after their kiss, much to his distress - Ochaco? - did I do something wrong? - You-you kissed me! - her eyes widened in surprise. - I-I didn't know you have feelings towards me...

It took him a moment to understand what was going on, and that the Halloween party's wine wasn't the reason behind her strange behaviour. She was still in character, a fire mage from the same role-playing game his character was.

And as far as their story was considered, they never shared a kiss, let alone a bed.

- Sorry, I-I couldn't stop myself... - he backed away, trying to chime in. - Well... - she shied away, mimicking his moves - Truth to be told, I-I might have a crush on you too...

Their eyes met again, and soon they were in each other's arms again, exchanging ravenous kisses, while their arms coiled around their backs.

- It-it was that dragon battle, wasn't it? - Ochaco asked - You liked how I made it ate his own firebolt...? - Very... very smart move... - Izuku answered, kissing her neck. - Don't you think I didn't notice how you look at me. - Well, I... I didn't know you were in love with me either - Izuku spoke, trying to hide the irony of his words.

Ochaco dragged her finger across his green tunic, undoing a few buttons.

- Well, now that you know... maybe we can explore it a bit?

And without waiting for his answer, she undid his leathery belt and backpack, her hands quickly getting to his baggy trousers, eager to see if his boxers matched the medieval, fantasy theme. She was not disappointed when she saw green dragons on them.

- O-Ochaco! - he suddenly hid his crotch, and an obvious bulge in his hands - I've never been with a girl... - Oh. - she giggled - Not too many of them in your village? - Not as beautiful as you...

Another kiss, and her red dress slowly slid to the ground, while the couple danced slowly towards their bed, and by the time Ochaco sat on the edge, she was only in her underwear, though those were not going to last long on her body too.

Watching his wide-eyed expression, she unhooked her bra and freed her breasts, before moving to her rather modern panties that hid her sex.

- Izuku... - she spoke in hushed voice -I have to confess too, that, uh... I have never been with a boy. I-I mean, a man!

Her face reddened, as she fumbled her words.

- I've spent all my life in the library, or testing spells, and uh, never really got to, uh socialise.

She spread her legs and dipped her fingers to part her soaking wet lips.

- So, be gentle, please.

Her lips curled just slightly, breaking her would-be-innocent smile, though he was pretty sure that the shivering of her legs was real.

He took her foot and began adoring her leg with butterfly kisses, alternating between her left and right side, slowly venturing upward. He could see the droplets on her folds shining more and more as his lips caressed her body, and her mouth spilled short, needy moans, exactly the same when they made love for the first time...

- M-May I? - he asked, as he placed one kiss on the inside of her thighs, smelling her arousal - Y-Yes! - she stuttered, without having to fake her impatience. He knew that if they weren't acting, by now her fingers would be in hi curly hair, making sure his lips drink all of her juices.

And when he placed his final kiss, she let out a howl, powered by the long warm-up that only has begun. Her hand didn't quite push him against her sex, trying to act her role, but her toying with his hair told Izuku what to do.

He took her folds between his lips and suckled on them gently, while his tongue lapped the juices her twitching sex was overflowing with.

- Ah-Ah, Izuku! Are-Are you sure you have never... Oh, my-

Ochaco moaned and threw her head into the pillow, while her boyfriend caressed her sex.

- No, I was merely an apprentice, I spend all my day woodworking! - Well, then, put those fingers to work...

Ochaco smiled and let ut a sharp gasp when he traced her folds, sliding inside her. Of course, by now she would be floating a few inches above the bed, because her sex was stimulated not only by his fingertips, but also his powers, gently flowing through ever single of her nerve endings.

But even without those powers, her body was coiling and jittery, as Izuku caressed her nether regions, keeping his left hand steady underneath her right thigh, giving her the gentlest of grips that kept her in place.

- H-Here!

With desperation in her voice, Ochaco pointed to her clit, brushing it with her fingers, knowing how much more powerful will his touch be...

- What's that? I've told you, I have never been with a girl before...

He looked up, and watched as her expression changed into an icy, piercing gaze. Unceremoniously she grabbed his smiling face and pressed him against her clit, shouting "dig in!", finally receiving what she wanted.

Her body shook with a climax, coating Izuku's face with her juices, as her hips buckled against his jaw.

- Wow, it's like a magic jewel! - he spoke, cleaning himself up a bit. - You-you can say that... - she giggled.

Izuku leaned forward and cupped her face, as his body gently pushed her into the sheets. He guided his cock and as he pressed its head against her folds, the mage underneath him gasped.

- It's-it's so big! Are you sure you didn't spill my engorgement potion all over it? - No, it's all your work...

Izuku spoke, before he realised how suave he sounded, and when he tried to correct himself, it was too late. Breaking her character, Ochaco closed her legs around his ass, dug her nails into his back and with a quick shove, let him fill her in one, quick swoop.

- I-Izuku! Make me yours, please! Sheath your sword! You-you know what to do...

And he did. He might have been a farm boy, but he could not inhibit his nature... Ochaco gasped as her man claimed her with a deep thrust she helped bring to life, followed by a few shallow thrusts in which he tried acting out his role.

- O-ochaco! You-you are so-so thi-mMM!

His words were cut off by her lips, sucking the air out of his lungs, as if his moans and cries were life-restoring juices.

Rolling his body against hers in slightly erratic manner, Izuku lost himself in her, trying to keep his urges under control - after all, by that point, sparks would be flowing around them to at least some degree, as he was making sure to please her not only with his powers, but also all the others, who lived through him...

Ochaco broke their kiss to cry his name, again and again, as she pushed his face against her breasts, eager to feel his soothing kisses against her bosom, and she received just that, while his arm sneaked underneath her arched body.

He licked the valley between her mounds, while he reached deeper inside her with each thrust, her position only helping him achieve this feat.

- O-Ochaco! I've-I've... - It's-it's okay, Izuku.. - she answered, catching breath, as her chest rose up and down - I'm under a spell...

She mewled her permission a moment before she was pushed back into the bed, with a powerful, final thrust that filled her with a thick stream of his warm, potent seed, and brought her over the edge... and into the air.

The two kissed, as their bodies shook in aftershocks of their peaks, until Izuku broke the kiss only to give her bad news.

- You lost. - Yeah, I know. You are too good...

She gently lowered their joined bodies back onto the bed, where the two lovers rested against each other, peppering their tired bodies with kiss after kiss.

- But seriously, I AM a mage, can't I do that? - she asked, reaching for a tissue box. - Not without grabbing the magic staff. - Izuku quickly added, as he rolled to her side, caressing her breasts - I-I can bring the rulebook, if you want. - Oh, i don't need to...

She got up, and floated herself around, before her fingers coiled around his cock, still oozing with seed that didn't make it to her womb.

- I've got my staff here...

And as her lips closed around him, she began working her magic...

#izuocha #lemon #smutember #day 13 #aged-up characters and all that #nautiscaraderfics

[ihaveafandom-problem554]

Hamiltots 2

"Honey! you've met Alexander, right?" Washington shouts from the reading center. "Yes, he's adorable.. and troublesome. He made a lot of friends on his first day.." Martha says while cleaning the tables over at the crafting table. "He helps Lafayette a lot- What!" George glared at his wife from across the room. "I said one thing about him."

"And that will be it."

"Oh please... Why'd you mention him?"

"He....He almost started a fight with Jefferson. He also called Lafayette 'Laffy' "

" Reason one, of why I called him troublesome... We really have to keep an eye on him. I don't want any fights between the thre- two" Martha says quickly trying to cover her mistake by coughing. "Three?"

"I said two George, did you sleep well?" Martha questions while walking over to her husband, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I should be asking you that question. But yes your right, I don't want him to get hurt.."

A couple hours later...

Hercules and Madison were the first to enter, greeting the two adults. Madison went over to his little spot in the reading center as Hercules goes over to the play center where all the toys were.

A couple minutes passed before Mrs. Martha heard a small knock on the door.

"Oh Alex!" Says the startled woman. "Where's Mom?.."

"Work." Alex blankly stares at Mrs. Martha. "Ok... Um come in.." Alex rushes in hoping to see Jefferson, but had a rush of disappointment when he only saw a book hiding someone's face. Another rush of disappointment when the hair wasn't large and poofy.

"ALEX!" Alexander turns his head around to see Hercules inviting him to the play with him.

JAMES MADISON'S POV yaay!!!

I slowly look up from my book to see the new kid run off to Mulligan. I sigh in relief, I don't want to meet anyone I don't recognize without Angelica first. She's better at meeting people than me.. I just get really shaky, and I forget how to speak.

"You ok honey?" I jump in fear. " Oh dear, sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." I look to see Mrs. Martha putting her hand on my head to calm me. "Yeah, I'm ok... Thank you for asking."

She smiles in awe. "Of course honey." She goes back to replace a some of the books.

I'm really surprised she doesn't have any kids... She's so nice and gentle. Always looking after  everyone, maybe that's why she owns the daycare.

I grabbed my blankie and put it over my head, letting the warmth hug around me. No matter how hot or cold it was, I will have my blankie with me. I don't know what I'll do without it.

40 minutes later

"Tu vas devoir lui dire les règles. S'il ne les suit pas, je le ferai-" I listen to the sound of a boy speaking french. "Ouais ouais peu importe. Je vais lui expliquer." Someone sassed back.

I'm taking the guess it was Lafayette, judging by Hercules and the new kid's reaction when he got closer to them.

Sugar.. If he's here, then...

I feel a shadow above me. I'm praying its Angelica, I'd do anything if it's her.

I take a peek. Poofy hair.. ok 50% chance..

It's not done.. 20% chance..

I look down.. It's not her favorite shoe's she said she'd wear today... -20% chance..

Fancy magenta shirt... -80%...

Hands are crossed and their foot is tapping... -99%- oh what's the point. Ladies and Gentleman, here we are, a pink loving, poofy hair southerner, troublemaker... please, you simply must meet Thomas, THOMAS-

He knocks on my book "Thomas Jefferson's home~ Now open up!" He takes the book out of my hands and places it on the floor, then looks back at me with a smug look, waiting for his 'good morning'.

"Good morning Jefferson...." I whisper, not wanting to be loud. "Louder" He demands. "Good morning Jefferson..." I say a little louder. " Come on louder than that.."

"Good morning Jefferson."

"If there was a scale on how loud people spoke, you would be at -10,000" he says removing my blankie out of my face as it falls. I look down, not knowing what to do, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?" He questions. "O-oh uhh, I-I... I don't know... I-I didn't know what to do.."

"Yeah, your pretty sad.." he says sitting next to me.

This is like a routine for us. If Angelica doesn't come first, I have to say Good morning to Jefferson, 'loudly' then read him a book 'loudly' until Angelica comes. When she does, we walk around the classroom and greet everyone, but if Angelica comes first, I have to recite the alphabet 2 times, loud enough for her to hear, then read on of the level two books out loud to her until Jefferson comes. When he comes we go around the classroom to help the adults, but I have to ask. Luckily he gets carried away and he does most of the talking.  

They claim it's to help me out of my shyness, I don't think I'm shy... I just... don't like to talk to people a lot..or be around people a lot... or look them in the eyes... sometimes they look really scary...Sometimes I feel like crying.... I just want to hide under a blanket and read with my blankie. I like that. Ooo! with Ice cream too! Sometimes with Apple pie with a bit of whip cream on it!-

"I don't know why your smiling, but I wanna know!" Jefferson jumps. "Oh I-I was just thinking about reading under a blanket- et w-w-ith Ic-Ice cream"

He looks at me, with this huge smile. His eyes are also lighting up. "Oh I love to do that with Laffy! When it's the summer we hide in under the loft bed I told you about, and-and we take all the ice cream or-or Macaroni and cheese Right? and-and we play all types of games in there. It's so fun" He says throwing his hands in the air then falling back in the bean bag giggling loudly. I giggle too. I love to see him in a giggly fit or excited for the littlest things, it's so cute.

"Ooo what do you do?" He says sitting himself up. "Oh! well um- I- When I'm alone I g-go to the Kitchen-en t-to find-" I try my best to look him in the eye, but when I do, he.. looks so interested... I never really looked him in the eyes while I'm talking to him. Has he always looked like that? "I try to f-find the best t-type of Ic-Ice cream, then I rush over to the bedroom and hide under my blanket and start reading the book I-I was reading for a while now..."

"The book where the girl saves the pig and the pig becomes really famous for some reason." He says cocking his head to the side. " Oh I also started reading it yesterday."

I don't know what I'm feeling but I think I'm doing the thing Hercules does when he's happy.. "Wait really!" I spoke a little louder than usual. "D-Do you like it!? Cause I do! I really hope you like it!-"

Third POV

Mrs. Martha is star struck at how "Loud" James was speaking, she didn't even notice Maria tugging on the ends of her dress. "Oh! Maria deary, what's- James apologize to her now!" Her voice switching quickly from a kitten to a lion in a split second scared both Maria and James.

"H-huh?"

"Not you Madison, I'm talking to Reynolds"

"O-oh ok" ending with a harsh cough, he turns back to Jefferson to who was bouncing in the bean bag for some reason.

"I didn't do anything to her. She's just a baby." he says playing with scissors. Mrs. Martha leans down to Maria. "What did he do now, sweetheart.."

Maria was on the verge of tears " Whe-When I was picking up m-my paper he dropped, I turned around and saw him go-going to cut my Hair!"

"No. I. Wasn't." He protested from across the room.

"Yes-Yes he did. Yesterday he-he said m-my h-air w-was t-too-"

"Calm down honey.." Mrs. Martha picks up Maria who was now crying out of fear. "Reynolds go over to the corner." He makes this inhumanly noise before getting up to the corner. " And put those scissors down now!"

Maria tugs on Mrs. Martha's necklace trying to grab her attention. "yes sweetheart?"

Maria leans in her and whispers.. " d-don't t-tell him I-I said t-th-this b-b-ut" Maria looks up to see if James was looking. "h-he sai-d h-he would cut m-y li-lips i-if I-I t-attled o-on him a-again" Maria trying her best not to cry out loud covers her mouth immediately.

Mrs. Martha almost freaked out but quickly gained posture to calm down Maria. She gave her husband the 'we need to talk' look. Washington noded strenly, then turned around sharply to rethink his actions this morning wondering if he did something wrong.

A little later more kids came in

" Mr. Washington... you need help with anything?" George looked down at his desk to see Jefferson trying to peek at his work. "You didn't need help yesterday, so what about today?" Washington smiles and pats Jefferson on the head. " We have new books, I think I might need help putting the 'Level 1' stickers on them."  

Jefferson immediately lights up. " Yeah! I can do that! Where are they?"

"The back room.." Jefferson ran over to the back room in insinat. "Don't start any fights!" he hears Washington shout at him. What does he mean by that?.. I mean if jammy is in there I won't start a fight with him... Or Laffy.. Angie.. she's a different story..

As opens the door slowly opens the door, thoughts still going to his head....That is... until he looks up.....

Alexander and Laurens stare at the poofy haired kid for a bit until Alex breaks the silence. "Ew, Get out."

"No! you get out! your not supposed to be here!!" Jefferson points at them, Laurens hides behind Alex as he does the talking. "Nuh-uh your not supposed to be here, annoying babies aren't allowed-"

"Alex! we don't say that to friends." Mr. Washington walked in with a large handful of books and labled stickers. How did he open the door- no idea.

"He's not my friend.."

"Alexander!" Jefferson goes up to hug Mr. Washington's leg. "He-He called me a stupid, poofy idiot."

"DID NOT-"

"YEAH HE DIDN'T SAY THAT-" Laurens finally pitches in. Jefferson glares at both of them. "Yes he did Mr. Washington-n-n...." He whines with a very dramatic pouty expression with large puppy eyes.  " I don't know if he actually said that, but you still need to apologize for calling him a-"

"But I don't want to..." Alex whines. "It not the matter if you want to or not, it's a must Alexander-"

"But why???" He complains once more.

"Alexander.." He says more sternly. Alex whimpers before turning Jefferson who had a fat smug smile on his face. "I'm sorry ...I guess"

"That's better, now I'm gonna leave you guys here for a bit, I will come back I just need to finish some paperwork." Washington says putting the books and stickers on the table. "All you have to do is to put the sticker on bottom right corner, right next to the opening." He shows them an example and tells them to do the same. "Good! Now Don't start any fights or you will stop helping me." He warns.

The three boys nod and smile until he leaves. "Why are you two here!" Jefferson spoke first. "I asked Mr. Washington if me, Laurens, Hercules, and Laffy can help him." ( A/N: I swear he's playing with fire...) "So Herc and-"

"Call him Laffy one more time, I will give you a paper cut" Jefferson threatens holding up a book.

Alexander mouth got closed by Laurens who shook his head and whispered. "He's done it before, it was big too. He once did it to Mr. Washington when he told him no." Alexander gave Laurens an annoyed look before staring back at Jefferson who sat down and grabbed a couple books and stickers.

...

"Where's Laffy?"

"What?" Laurens picks his head up from the book he was trying to read. "You said Laffy asked to help too, Where is he?" Jefferson says, sounding more like a demand than a question. Alexander rolls his eyes. " yeah he's with Herc and Mrs. Mar-"

"IT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCHUYLAR!-"

"Don't have one." Jefferson smirked. Angelica playfully tackled Jefferson on to the floor. " OW! GELICA!" Angelica flipped her puffy hair and looked down at Jefferson with sass. " First, You didn't greet me today. Now your helping without me!"

"I thought you were with Jemmy!"

"We finish greeting people in about two to three minutes and you know that Mr." Jefferson sticks his tongue out at Angelica before laughing it off.

"Oh that's Angelica, Peggy's older sister. We like to call her Angie but Jefferson's different so he calls her Gelica." Laurens whispers. Alex nods, he remembers her from the reading center incident. She's pretty... and scary

Angelica looks up. "Oh! I didn't know you two where here. You boys had a nice morning?" she smiles.

"Yep! Are you helping us?" Laurens jumps. "Yeah! I was trying to convince Jammy to come but he said he wanted to stay in the Reading center with his blankie..." Angelica sits down in between Alexander and Jefferson.

Alexander thought it would be nice to start a conversation with her but Laurens wanted to talk to him.

"Lexi, HamHam, Hammy, Ham, Alex, exy-"

"Laurens, what are you doing?" Laurens smiles when he finally got his attention. He also has one of the stickers on his forehead-

"I just wanted to name all the nicknames I have for you." Alex smiles wide. "You forgot dunce." Ok Alex's smiles fades into a scowl.

"Jeffy! That's mean!" Angelica protested. "That's the point.." He boops Angelica's nose, making it difficult to keep her scowl.

"Well I think, one of his nicknames should be cutie~" She says booping Alex's nose. Causing the short boy to have a small hint of blush creep across his face.

"Ew, Gelica I thought you had a good nickname for him. Not a lie."

"Jeffy, what is wrong with you." Angelica's hair whipped Alex's face as she scolds Jefferson who only smiled brightly.

"He did nothing wrong, you mother-" "Call that again you bit-" "Oh you wanna fuc-"

"Jefferson hunny! Come here now!" They hear Mrs. Martha call. Jefferson got out of his seat to see what was wrong. The other three got nosey and followed.

As they walked out of the back room Jefferson fell backward due to someone running into him. "OW WH- Oh Jam-"

When Jefferson picked up James' head, he saw tears coming down his cheeks. Jefferson starts to worry. "Hey Jemmy." Jefferson hugs him hoping it'll slow his hard crying. "He started crying when I came back inside. I tried asking him what happened but he just started to cry harder." Mrs. Martha kneels down trying to help both the boys up.

"Jemmy..." Jefferson cups Madison's face and squishes it a little as he does a pouty face. He does this with Lafayette when he's sad. A small smile appears on his face but it doesn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Wha happen?" He finally asks. Madison leans in for a hug as he cries harder.

"I-I can't find my Blankie!"

#alexander hamilton #hamiltots #hamilton #james madison #thomas jefferson #angelica schuyler #john laurens #george washington #martha washington #maria reynolds #james reynolds

[ronanryan]

WHO: Ronan Ryan & Sloan Ryan @sloan-ryan

​WHEN: Wednesday, 07.21.21

WHERE: Ronan’s Dorm Room

WHAT: Two alters help Ronan text a match. (Kind of.)

WARNINGS: None.

Ronan Ryan

Ronan nodded and took the phone back, typing out the response Sloan had suggested. While he waited for the notification, he walked to the kitchen to grab some water bottles and smartfood flavored popcorn before returning, a wide grin spreading across his lips. "I hid this from AV, just in case. Wasn't sure if they'd try to swipe it or not." He sat down, setting the snacks on the coffee table just as another text came through. He picked his phone up and unlocked it again, turning it so his sibling could see the screen. 'Good, good. I'm alright! What about you? Enjoying the week?'

Sloan Ryan | Skylar

It was the bit of mischief in Ronan's voice in combination with his smile and the immediate text back that put the next few moments into motion. Though they didn't intend to, Sloan lost focus for a second; looking at the text on the screen but not really reading it. They flipped their hair out of their face and ran a hand through it. They read the first three words and then paused again, as if they were thinking. Then all at once their body was rocketing upward and reaching for the phone with an excited squeal. "Oh My GOD!" Skylar all but yelled. "You're talking to a boy!" She beamed, reading the text and then abruptly sat back down on the couch. "What does he look like? Where did you meet him?!"(edited)

Ronan Ryan

Ronan hadn't expected the sudden switch, but when it occurred he had a pretty good idea of who it was that had surfaced. Still, just to be safe, he quickly asked, "Who am I speaking with?" He settled himself back into the corner of the couch, his cheeks flushing a light pink as he nodded. "Yeah, I am. I think he's a tall, blonde, but I'd have to see him to be sure," He laughed softly, glancing between his sibling and the phone. "I'm doing this perfect match thing the school is running. They pair people up for the Summer." It was a short, direct explanation but it served it's purpose.

Sloan Ryan | Skylar

"Oh my God yeah the perfect match thing! Kizzi is doing it too, I was asking her if she was going on dates." Skylar clutched the phone in her hands as if it were a life line and of most importance. "Tall and blonde sounds really good!" She continued, Ronan's question going unnoticed. "This seems totally romantic, what if you end up really liking each other?" Skylar looked over at Ronan excitedly and then back down at the phone, poised to begin typing. "What are you going to say to him?! He wants to know if you're enjoying your week." The words I'm awesome with three exclamation points being tapped out into the text box.

Ronan Ryan

Ronan laughed softly and shifted closer just so he could see what Skylar was typing. "Oh, gosh... maybe that's a little too excited. Um, maybe something a little more toned down like... oh! Elisa and I went kayaking today. And... then we all went to the barbecue?" He tried, glancing over towards his sibling. "So, yes. Definitely enjoying the week," He nodded, letting out a soft laugh. "I don't know. I guess if we do, then we do? But it's kind of like the Bachelor. He probably has several people he's talking to right now, you know?"

Sloan Ryan | Skylar

It pained her to do so but Skylar tapped the backspace and erased a single exclamation point from the three. Then she pulled up the emojis and added a rosy cheeked smiling face before beginning to type about kayaking, which she deemed to be boring but accepted it as factual. She paused her thumbs over the screen to look up at Ronan, absolutely gleaming. "You mean you have more than one match for this thing? Oh my God who else do you have? Have you gotten other texts? Did you meet any of them yet?!!"

Ronan Ryan

Ronan laughed softly and nodded, watching Skylar as she typed out about his day. "Yes, I have more than one. I think everyone does really. But, no. Two of them are people I don't know yet, so I might actually try to reach out to them. However, Diego took me to volunteer at the animal shelter last Saturday." He said, noticing how excited Skylar seemed. That was contagious, and he found himself starting to get excited himself. He carefully took his phone back, looking over what she had typed before beginning to make small edits here and there.

Sloan Ryan | Skylar | Sav

"You already went on a date with someone? That's so amazing and so cA-UTE, an animal shelter." Skylar pressed her hands to her chest, touched and wide eyed. Then before Ronan could make too many changes to the text she'd been typing out for him she took it back, bouncing in her seat with excitement. "How many of you are doing the program? Oh is Minty?!" Skylar asked, momentarily getting distracted. "She didn't tell me!" Thumbs moving at lightening speed Skylar continued the text, going on to start typing if the cute tall blonde guy wanted to meet up but she stilled, seemingly stalling. A long unimpressed inhale later it was Sav sitting up straighter and holding the phone out to Ronan with a blank expression. "Don't let her pen your messages." And then, "Sav." Because she knew he'd ask.

Ronan Ryan

Ronan laughed softly and grinned over at his sibling, doing his best to keep up with where the conversation was going. "Oh gosh, definitely not a date but I-- yeah I can check with Minty! I'm not sure if she is or not, but I know Kizzi is," He informed, but then when things seemed to immediately calm down, he could tell another switch was happening. He waited for the next alter to surface before smiling to himself when she mentioned who she was. "Thanks for that. But, yeah no I kinda... anyway." He waved a hand, letting out a soft laugh. "Maybe you can offer a little more... guidance?"

Sloan Ryan | Sav

Sav was not interested in this but she wasn’t sitting around letting Skylar run anyone’s dating life either. None of them were equipped for that, not even Sloan. She leaned forward to retrieve the open bag of popcorn and then sat back, legs crossed, snack in her lap. “Is it for dating or claiming?” She asked, peering into the bag and picking out a single cheesy popped kernel. Then she waved a hand, deciding it didn’t matter. “Tell him you want to blow him, that’ll win you a match.” The popcorn then tossed into her mouth something akin to a grin gracing her lips as she chewed.

Ronan Ryan

Ronan's jaw dropped, and he looked over at Sav with widened eyes almost immediately. "Oh gosh. Are you sure?" He asked, his entire face now entirely red. One of the many downfalls of being as pale as he was, he couldn't ever hide a blush. "It's like... a temporary claim thing." He informed, glancing down toward the screen as his fingers hovered over the keyboard. He began typing and deleting several times until "I want to bl" was typed out in the box. "This isn't too forward, right?"

Sloan Ryan | Sav

Picking out another piece of popcorn, careful to only touch it with her thumb and forefinger in an effort to keep clean, she shrugged. “It is absolutely forward.” Was it too forward? She really had no gauge to determine that. Nor did she care. Pulling out Sloans phone Sav was quick to tap at Snapchat, grimacing at the state of their hair when the app opened up to reveal what they were looking like today. She pushed her fingers through the shaggy blonde mess to push it all back instead of it hanging off the side of their head. Getting rid of the pheasant haircut was a complaint she submitted frequently to their journals. “You should be being yourself and not relying on the mind of a seventeen year old to give you advice on men.” Sav reluctantly supplied as she swiped through the filters, finding one with bright lipstick and lashes and snapping a picture. She sighed, eyes rolling. “Tell him you’ve just started here and you’re nervous to get to know people but you want to.”

Ronan Ryan

Ronan rolled his eyes at the comment about the mind of a 17 year old, setting the phone down for now. He really didn't even feel like doing this at the moment, it was far too complicated, and he only had himself to blame for that. "Well, I invited Sloan over, but sometimes switches just... happen, which is fine. You'd have a point if I wasn't basically having to compete against other people for someone I don't even really know. I guess I just misread the instructions, because I thought you got matched with one person. If that makes sense." He shrugged a shoulder, reaching into the bag to grab a handful of popcorn before leaning back into the corner of the couch, resting his head against the back as he watched her taking the selfie. "I'm just going to revisit it tomorrow, I think. It's a lot," He muttered, popping a piece of the popcorn into his mouth. "Why does dating have to be so... Bachelor-esque? It's weird."

Sloan Ryan | Sav

Sav looked over at Ronan, but she bit her tongue on how she’s well aware how switches happen. Instead she pushed the popcorn bag toward him, clearly he needed it more than she did. “I don’t date so I couldn’t tell you.” She said honestly. “But I’m sure you’ll do just fine when you stop worrying so much over it.” Internally she groaned, annoyed with how much that sounded like Sierra. This was getting grating. “I can say that ghosting your matches is not going to do it.” Sav sat back again, poised to leave it at that. “Now let’s watch a movie. I haven’t been out all week.”

Ronan Ryan

Ronan nodded gratefully, more than happy to just drop it and focus on something else. Taking the popcorn bag in one hand, he grabbed the remote with the other and began searching through the streaming services he had until he landed on a movie they both agreed on.

#all: sloan ryan #f2f: sloan ryan #all: sloan | sav #f2f: sloan | sav #all: sloan | skylar #f2f: sloan | skylar

[mistymark]

the boyfriend one. [jaemin]

masterlist // part of the nct as boyfriends series // 1.1k

taeil // taeyong // johnny // doyoung // ten // kun // yuta // winwin // jaehyun // jungwoo // lucas // mark // renjun // jeno // haechan // jaemin // chenle // jisung

the OG boyfriend material

look it up in the dictionary

you will find NA JAEMIN

like we been knew sis

this boy

*deep breath*

IS THE MOST BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND TO EVER BOYFRIEND

can u tell he’s my bias bc I cant breathe

we’re gonna get this out of the way now:

Stares. At. Your. Lips.

a lot

like imagine what he does to jeno,,, and then multiply that by a thousand

especially when he laughs???

like its just a random habit he has

whenever you make a joke or say something dumb he just laughs and his gaze automatically goes to your lips

its never something you've brought up but you've always been curious as to w h y

is So Obvious that he likes you

especially when ur not actually together and ur in the pre-dating // extreme flirting stage

would leave u little notes and buy you small things and send you music he thinks you'd like and was Constantly touching u

like he'd have his arm around your shoulders (bc boy is tall af) but still claim that you're “just friends”

like okay jaemin everyone knows ur in love calm down

walks you home and waits for you to go inside before he leaves just to make sure youre safe

dresses rly well and its enough for your friends to be very kinda jealous

because he’s literally the perfect boy and he just outshines everyone else you know

like catch jaemin winning plushies at arcades and gifting them to you

and then complaining when you don't win him one

or sharing his drinks with you without being asked

and laughs when u splutter at his caffeine overdosed-coffees

and he makes it so obvious that he truly loves you

that it both sickens and makes others jealous

bc when he looks at you his eyes are just filled with love

doesn't cook a lot but when he does its mostly for you

like its enough for other members to comment on him actually cooking for once

its usually things like “wow that's a lot of food,, y/n coming over?”

doesn't talk about u a lot with the members

like he wouldn't bring you up in conversation

but trust he's thinking about u

like someone will mention a new movie that has just hit the cinemas and in his head hes thinking “oh y/n wanted to see that movie”

but he won't say it

has sooo many clothes to give you

like a whole wardrobe of hoodies and sweatshirts that he is Ready To Provide 

when ur going out and u need a jacket he's always throwing his or a hoodie at you the minute you shiver

squishes ur cheeks when u wear ur clothes bc youre so cute

likes it when u surprise him by coming to put ur head in his lap

always buys 2+ facemasks at once bc u bet when he puts one on ur running into the room like wait !!!! me too !!!!!

pouts when u laugh at him for wanting you to put it on for him

hums into your neck when u hug

and u can feel him smile at the sound of your giggles

when u laugh he always steps back and lets u put ur head in his chest

hugs u really tight

you've never had a light hug from Jaemin

he doesnt do that kind of stuff

gets rlly excited abt going shopping with you

picks out clothes he thinks would look good on you but also,,, thinks,, everything,, would look good on u

gives u one AirPod when ur out so u can listen to the same music

holds your hand in cars and on buses and trains

he doesnt know why he likes it so much

his background is a super aesthetic pic of u at the beach bET

like its probably a silhouette

but knowing jaemin his home screen is a super zoomed in pic of ur pre-pubescent self

like maybe u have braces maybe u have zits maybe u look nothing like what you look like now

but he loves that photo so much

also bc he knows you hate showing it to others

so he feels flattered that he gets to see it

and fully plans on exploiting it like the evil genius he is

buys you dumb shit from every country hes been to

for some reason he thinks its hilarious to give you the ugliest keychains he could find in each country

and u both divide them up and hang them from the zippers on ur backpacks

low-key its the only couple thing u sport in public

u don't have matching hoodies or many (intentionally) matching clothes

bc he just gives you his

you bought matching phone cases once but “one of the members” broke it

he tried to get jaehyun and Johnny to glue it back together

they ended up almost super-gluing jaemins phone to the case

he gave up after that

you have jewellery you've bought for each other but they're not exactly matching

so yeah

the only really matching couple things is the ugly keychains

u still really treasure them

ur faves are in a safe place in ur room

one is an ugly fridge-magnet-thick keychain that has a rubber photo frame, with a pic of the two of you inside

sure, youre both pulling ugly faces

but the colourful cartoon Tokyo skyline surrounding the picture makes it better

when hes gone he makes playlists for you

and hell text you when hes added to it

makes u those playlists that just have a message in the song titles

like “hey” “I miss you” “and” “I fucking love you” “butt” “I know you” “stole my shirt” “asshole”

- a playlist he made after he facetimed you and saw you wearing one of his shirts

he left it there for you !! he gave it to you !!!

but will he recognise this fact? no

will 100% ditch the other members for u

in the sense of PDA

like jisungs cheeks might be his focus one moment but the second ur cheeks puff out while youre eating

hes over in a flash poking and prodding your face

the biggest shit-eating grin on his face 

renjun groans every time bc he busts out the aegyo voice

OH BUT IF YOU DID AEGYO

ironically or to make him do something fr you

hes Fully Gone

screaming

raising his arms

falling to the floor

like

how can

you be

so

c UT E

you can always bring a smile to his face

all in all ur relationship is so pure

so so so so so so pure

100000/10 for boyfriend jaemin

#na jaemin #na jaemin boyfriend #boyfriend!jaemin #nct as boyfriends #nct boyfriend series #jt series: boyfriends #jaemin #Nct Dream as boyfriends #nct dream #nct 127 #Nct Dream fluff #nct fluff #nct soft #Nct Dream soft #Nct Dream imagines #nct imagines #Nct Dream as #boyfriend!nct #boyfriend!nct dream

[nascent-chaos]

So I saw your pictures with fairy reed! She's so cute! What would that kind of au would be like? What would the boys (UT and SF) think?

Aww ♡ I’m so glad you enjoyed them dearie! I’ve been meaning to finish the series for a while now, but just haven’t been able to find the time to do so. As for what the AU might entail…

The boys have recently moved into a more rural part of town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city they were so used to. For the UT bros, it means a bit more rest and relaxation - for the SF siblings, however, they find the move was already planned because something in the area has been going on, monsters have been blamed for it, and these two drew the short stick when it comes to the investigation. Unbeknownst to anyone in any of the universes, however, they’re not entirely alone.

Sans (UT) :: It’s not long after he and Papyrus move into their new place that he realizes something about the home seems… off. It’s never anything major; an object moved here, a trinket he finds hidden in an odd place there, the sight of something flickering briefly in a sunbeam in the corner of his eye when his brother is around. He doesn’t think much of it at first, but after a time even he begins to suspect there’s something going on in the home.

He finally gets a proper glimpse of her in a secluded part of Papyrus’s garden late one evening, too engrossed by the way the light of the setting sun is refracting off one of the small decorative glass baubles his brother placed there to notice the skeleton towering behind her. He tries not to spook her, but the plan fails spectacularly and she flees.

Time passes, and whenever he suspects she may be lurking around nearby he’ll casually acknowledge her, questioning what manner of mischief she might be up to or calmly setting out something for her at the end of the evening - usually a small portion of whatever his brother had cooked for dinner. It’s his terrible jokes and easy-going nature, however, that draws her out one evening, her laugh like a dozen small bells as he tells her a particularly bad pun, and he realizes he… really enjoys the sound. And seeing such a genuine smile on her face?

Well… he would really like to make her smile like that all the time.

Papyrus (UT) :: Initially he suspects it’s his brother pulling pranks on him when he finds things like his action figures moved or hears something rustling in the corner of the room when his back is turned. But unlike Sans, she’s far more likely to risk letting Papyrus catch a glimpse of her - a shimmer in the light here, a figure darting among the flowers of his garden there. His presence is a welcome addition to the place; she adores him for his positivity and exceedingly gentle nature and enjoys lingering in the parts of the home that he shares with his brother. He mistakes her presence for that of a mouse at first and is intent on capturing her before she has the chance to sully his nice, clean house! And capture her he does!! Just… not the way he’d intended.

She’s admiring his puzzle, flitting to and fro as she observes it from every conceivable angle, her curiosity piqued. He’s fascinated with her, but more than that is appalled that she’s not going about solving the puzzle the correct way! He makes no attempt to sneak up on her, instead striding right up and claiming in his usual loud voice that, pleased though he is that she’s so impressed, she would be much more so if she actually tried it! She thinks of fleeing, but when she sees him settling down beside it, when he calls to her and proceeds to show her step-by-step how it’s meant to be solved… she takes the chance to approach and does as he instructs, beaming happily when he praises her the moment she passes through it unscathed. 

‘OF COURSE, YOU ARE FAR SMARTER THAN THAT MOUSE, LITTLE WINGED HUMAN! NYEH-HEHEHEHEE!’

… He later learns all those oddities hadn’t been a mouse at all. The Great Papyrus was thoroughly japed!

Hickory (SF):: The odd happenings around the old home they’ve moved into begin almost that very first evening and Hickory quickly realizes something is amiss because he’s the one taking the fall for it all. Boxes toppling over? Misplaced items? Faucets left running and windows left wide open?

Yeah, there is definitely something off about this house…

It doesn’t take long for him to hear about the folk tales of the area, and each time he goes out to gather information for his investigation he returns with more evidence that points to a mischief-maker dwelling in and around his own home, too. He finally manages to catch a glimpse of the troublesome creature in question late one afternoon after he has shortcutted back to an empty house only to hear quiet mutterings coming from a nearby shelf. And what should he find but a small fairy, fussing over the filthy state of the house on her land now and lamenting over how thick-skulled the newcomers are.

Ouch.

A little blue magic is all it takes to make sure she doesn’t flit away before he has a chance to talk to her, and talk to her he does. For someone that could sit comfortably in his hand, she seems to have an awful lot of attitude, but after learning the building was partially built on fae territory and realizing it was seen as taking from them, yet giving nothing back in return…

Well, the brothers can’t have that hanging over their heads, now can they?

Black (SF) :: This has to be the worst assignment the Queen has thrown his way yet. And that’s saying something.

He hates it here. It’s too… tranquil, and he’s far too used to being bogged down with endless piles of paperwork and meetings and interrogations and more paperwork to be comfortable in this sort of setting. It has made him irritable and bossy (or at least more so than usual), and while Hickory is fairly accustomed to seeing his brother like this, not everyone is able to tolerate it…

He’s loud, he’s rude, and the resident fae wants him out.

Misfortune seems to follow him from the start. It’s never anything drastic, but it’s enough to cause him near-constant annoyance - sugar replaced with salt, all of his pens gone from his desk, the window left open and his work scattered wildly around his office… At first, he’s frustrated beyond measure and hoping for some kind of break, but it isn’t long before he suspects all of this isn’t simply just a stroke of exceedingly bad luck on his part…

Unfortunately for her, this skeleton isn’t nearly half the idiot she thinks he is, although he plays the role beautifully… right up until she’s fallen into a trap of his own making.

It’s clear to see he’s thoroughly pissed when he discovers her and she’s fully expecting to be snapped in two, or have her wings plucked off or meet some other horrible fate at his hands, but it never comes. Instead, he seems… curious? And… intent on making a deal with her.

Oh, this just got interesting.

Or, it would be, if he were any other soul in the area. But he seems to have done his own research on the legends of the land and has an abnormally good grasp on how to deal with her kind. He’s cautious, ridiculously so, and oh so careful on what he says around her, and by the end of it all, he’s managed to procure her assistance in return for setting her free. A fair trade, she’d say.

Still, between his noisy self and his slob of a brother, it��s clear their fae associate finds little joy in being in their presence longer than necessary. 

#anon ask #ask nascent #fairy!au #fairy reed #undertale #undertale AU #Swapfell

[parisian-nicole]

Forget Me Not (Bamon Fic)

Rating: T (contains very adult content)

Summary:  Bonnie will discover that some secrets can't easily be forgotten.

Completed fic

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"Oh God," She gasped out as she gripped the edge of the table that she was settled on top of. Her head fell back against the golden-hued wallpapered wall behind her, and she bit down upon her bottom lip, squeezed her eyes shut, and willed herself to keep inside the scream that wanted out. She made the mistake of opening her eyes and looking down at the thick dark tresses atop the head that was currently buried between her legs. "Mmmhmm," She moaned out and fought against the hold he held on her thighs as she gyrated and thrust her hips to get better friction. He also moaned out his pleasure as he lapped up her delicious nectar. It delighted him and drove him to near delirium that with a simple touch or a whisper in her ear he could make her so wet for him, all for him. And the taste of her was better to him than anything that had ever touched his tongue. "I'm so close … I need … Please, I need," She panted out as her body hummed and shook slightly with her desire and a hint of her oncoming orgasm, she would have done anything at that moment to achieve. Her excitement rewarded him with a wave of her sweetness, and it sent his senses into overload and filled him with his own need, the need to possess and claim her forever. When he gently slid his fangs inside her inner left thigh, close to her apex where only he could see it, they both instantly found the release they sought.

"Hey, where did you disappear to?"

"Sorry, I had to make a call," He answered as he took his seat back beside her at the massive table where they and their friends had gathered for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.

"Damon, I know you really didn't want to do this," Elena said as she placed a hand on his thigh under the table and leaned into him more. "I appreciate you doing it. I just think we have so much to be thankful for. The past 3 and a half years have been life changing for all of us. Caroline saving Josie and Alaric's twins and now planning a life together with Stefan. Bonnie finally being able to break Kai's spell over me to wake me up, and bringing you and I back together. Where is Bonnie anyway?" She then asked with a slight frown as she looked across the table where her friend had been seated and noticed she was no longer there. At that moment Bonnie appeared in the doorway of the huge Salvatore dining room, just as Caroline who had planned and cooked the entire dinner was just heading out to grab more rolls from the kitchen and check on the twins who were napping in the study.

"Hey, Bonnie, where did you disappear to?" She paused to regard her friend.

"Uhm, I just went to the little girl's room," Bonnie answered and then took note of the way Caroline frowned and sniffed a little.

"Are you bleeding?" She asked as she glanced over Bonnie's body in concern. "Oh," She gasped out as she moved Bonnie back out of the room for more privacy. "Bonnie, is your period on?"

"What? No, why … wait can you smell 'that'?" Bonnie questioned horrified at the thought that vampires could smell when her period was on.

"Well, yeah, but also I can see that you're bleeding," Caroline replied as she pointed to the trail of blood that was slowly rolling down Bonnie's left inner thigh, from beneath her black cocktail dress. Bonnie's eyes enlarged as they fell to the blood trail. "Hey, don't worry, just go up to Damon and Elena's bathroom, Elena's human again and I am sure she has something you can use. Then go to mine and Stefan's room and grab my black cocktail dress, remember I bought the same one. Luckily for you we're virtually the same size," Caroline said with a smile as she tucked a lock of Bonnie's tresses behind her ear.

"Thanks, Care," Bonnie said as she then hurried to the stairs. She simply moved to one of the many guest bathrooms to clean herself, and before she could close the door a hand slipped through the crack to stop her.

"Are you okay?" A concerned voice spoke out as the door was pushed back open. Bonnie stepped back to allow them entrance.

"No, I'm not okay, Damon," Bonnie huffed out in a hushed tone for fear of them being overheard. "You bit me, again, and this time Caroline noticed the blood," She announced as she grabbed a rag from the towel rack, wet it with warm water. She then sat on the closed toilet seat, parted her legs with the intention to clean herself. But before the rag could touch her flesh, Damon was already on his knees before her. He pushed her hand away and dropped his mouth to the blood, which he began to licked up. "Damon," She half gasped and half moaned out as her hand settle atop his head and her legs opened wider for him. "Please stop," The hint of sadness in her tone made him stop and lift his eyes up to her tear-filled ones. "I can't do this anymore. We can't do this. We aren't being fair to Elena."

"You were the one who was hellbent on waking her up," He stated in an almost accusatory tone.

"Well, yeah she's one of my closest friends. And I thought that's what you wanted too," She replied a bit stunned by the bitterness she heard in his words. "You really wanted me to just let her sleep for 70 some years or until I died unexpectedly?"

"I had resigned myself to that, yeah," He answered. "And every day without Elena grew easier and easier."

"You mean you didn't miss her as much this past year and a half because you had me here as your fuck buddy," Bonnie spat out at him as she averted her eyes down to the wet rag she pressed to her inner thigh.

"That's bullshit, Bonnie Bennett, and you know it," Damon growled out in irritation. "What we've experienced goes much deeper than just a fuck between buddies. Don't cheapen it that way," He announced and his words only riled her up more as she hurriedly stood from the toilet tossed the bloodied rag into the nearby waste basket and glared at Damon as he slowly stood.

"You can't have us both, Damon," She hissed out. "At least not anymore. You have had your cake and eaten it too for weeks now, sleeping with both me an Elena, but that ends now, right now."

"It's only been you Bonnie," He said softly through a sigh, so softly that she was sure that she had not heard him right.

"What?"

"I have not touched Elena sexually since you awoke her from Kai's sleeping spell," He announced as she looked up at him in surprise and disbelief.

"And you expect me to believe that? Damon, I know first-hand just how insatiable you are sexually and how obsessive you've always been when it comes to Elena."

"You know what, feel free to ask her if you don't believe me," He countered a bit exasperated. "But I think she already suspects you're the reason why as she has not had one of those girlie chats with you about it yet, has she? And I know that she has talked with Caroline about our nonexistent sex life," This made Bonnie frown up and panic a bit in concern and fear that Elena might suspect something was going on between she and Damon. "Don't do that, Bonnie," He admonished seeing her guilt written all over her face. "Don't make this all your fault. You've done nothing wrong."

"No, nothing," She replied with a sad smile as the tears began to well up in her eyes. "Nothing except I've been sleeping with one of my best friend's boyfriend, behind her back."

"I'm not sorry."

"Of course, you're not sorry," She hissed out at him through gritted teeth. "Because she'll always forgive you. You have done the most unforgivable things Damon, and Elena has forgiven you every single time. But would she be as forgiving to me?" She questioned her current thoughts and fears out loud as her tears finally fell.

"I meant that I'm not sorry for loving you, Bonnie, and I will not apologize for how I feel, how you make me feel. Not even to Elena. And I will not give 'you' up either," Damon declared and his words stunned her for a second. He smiled kindly at her shocked expression as he reached his hand out and gently grazed her knuckle across her dampened cheek. "Is it really so hard to believe that I would choose you over Elena? I've done it before, you know," And he had nearly four years prior when Elena had first fallen under Kai's spell.

"What are you saying, Damon? Are you really standing here telling me that you think you're in love with me, that you want to give up what you have with Elena to be with me?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," He said with such conviction that for a split second she truly believed him. "I love you Bonnie Bennett and I know you love me too, so don't you dare deny it."

"I won't, I can't," She stated as she shook her head slightly, "I do love you Damon," She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as she finally confessed how she had felt for a long time. "I don't want to love you," She crumbled a little as her sobbed shook her entire body and Damon quickly enveloped her into his arms to console her. "And I have tried desperately not to love you, I swear to God I have, but I can't help it."

"It's not your fault, I'm just irresistible," He joked to try to get a laugh and he smiled a bit when he heard her giggle against his chest where she had her face buried. "It is impossible for any mere mortal to resist my charms."

"I do love you Damon, so much," Bonnie said as she clutched him more tightly.

"And I love you too," He replied as he welcomed her embrace. "We will tell Elena together and come what may we'll face that together too. Then, I'm taking you on that trip to Paris and then around the world. The time away will be good for us all."

"That sounds nice," Bonnie sighed, sniffed back her remaining tears, and then pulled from the hold Damon had on her. She looked up at him and could see the love he felt for her shine through as he stared back at her. She reached up and lovingly cupped his face in her right hand. "I'm sorry Damon," She said softly and his face frowned up a little in confusion. "Obliviscor ut diligatus," As soon as the words fell from her lips an amber flash of light lit Damon's blue eyes for a millisecond. He rapidly blinked a couple of times before he finally focused back onto her. "Thanks Damon," She started speaking again as she wiped at her tears and took a step back.

"I'm sorry? What happened?" Damon replied as he eyed his surroundings and tried to remember how they had gotten there.

"You mean besides me being a mess and ruining Thanksgiving dinner, oh nothing," She said and he scowled a little as he tried to recollect what it was that she was talking about. "I guess I'm just a bit lonelier and weepier during the holidays without Enzo here and I really have no one. Then I have to watch all of my friends be happily in love and living their happily ever after," She sniffled and Damon focused onto the petite woman before him who had become his closest friend and confidant. All earlier thoughts about losing time left his mind as he tuned into is seemingly distraught best friend.

"Hey, you're never alone Bon-Bon. Not so long as I'm around and well, I am immortal," He joked hoping to get a smile, which she immediately obliged him already knowing his tactics.

"Thanks Damon," Bonnie said with a nod. "We better get back to the table before Caroline flips out and Elena rallies up a search party."

"All right, but you're okay now?" He asked and his genuine concerned was evident on his face and hinted in his tone. Bonnie nodded her head before she spoke again.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thank you for coming in to check on me. You go ahead. I just want to do something with my face, pretty it up a bit before I come out."

"You're breathtaking, Bonnie," He threw out casually and his complementary words stunned his own ears but at the same time felt so true and natural to him. "Uhm … Yeah … I'll just leave you to it, and let everyone know you'll be out shortly," He stammered as he moved to the door. Bonnie nodded as she watched him open the door, hurry across the threshold, and shut the door behind him. She had to clutch the sink to support herself, as she clamped her free hand over her mouth to keep in the mournful sob that wanted out. She clamped her eyes tightly closed and cried inconsolably. She had been working on a spell that would make Damon forget their affair, forget his feelings of romantic love for her. She had battled with herself about whether she would cast the spell. Apart of her wanted her to think about herself for once and have the love she had always dreamed of and knew that she had finally found with Damon. However, her hero complex and selflessness made her think of Elena, who she felt had already been through so much and had lost so much time due in part to her allowing Kai to escape his prison. So, in the end she had decided she would make Damon forget their romance so he could give Elena the happy life he used to promise her. Bonnie could have made herself forget their love too along with every passionate encounter, but she just couldn't give that up. She would keep it all and hope that it would sustain her and keep her content on those cold lonely nights to come.

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The Shaman’s Choice Ch. 4

Pairing Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Characters of the series include: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jo, reader’s parents, Reader’s grandmother, Reader’s brothers (Darren OC & Michael OC), Mary, Jack, Apocalypse Archangel!Michael

Chapter 4:

@spnkinkbingo square filled (case fic)

@spnabobingo square filled (Jealous Alpha)

@samwinchesterbingo square filled (free space)

Word Count: 3053

Summary: So this is an SPN fic, but contains a lot of wild AU ideas. Bear with me while the story unfolds, and enjoy it.

Warnings for all chapters just in case: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY! smut, sex, unprotected sex, abo dynamics, knotting, mating bites, claiming, oral, shower sex, sibling arguments, swearing, violence, mentions of brother in love with sister (unhealthy obsession, jealousy)

The entire bunker was echoing as Sam let out a loud “Whoop!!” and kissed his Omega. Well wishes came from all, but none more thrilled than the expectant parents. YN put in a call to her own parents, not giving details, but asking if she and Sam could come by for a visit. (Mom & Dad) were happy to hear from their daughter, and even more thrilled to have them visit.

The four-hour drive was filled with plans for a nursery as well as lots of ideas for baby names. YN made sure to tell Sam about the estate, more specifically the fact that it was quite extensive. She didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable with the fact that her family was rich. Sam assured her that he was fine and not to worry.

She worried anyways, because Michael would also be there. They hadn’t spoken or seen each other since that first night she met Sam. Her mind drifted back to memories of when she and Michael were younger, and compared them to Sam’s first impression of her brother. Jealousy.

Sam looked over at YN. “You ok?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, just thinking about Michael. Haven’t seen or heard from him since that first night. Darren has checked in more than Mike. Hell, I’ve heard from my Nana more than from Mike.”

She looked over at Sam and sighed. He sensed her sadness, but he didn’t know what to say. He did, however, want to kick her brother’s ass for hurting YN like that. But he wouldn’t, not without a damn good reason anyways.

She was so pre-occupied that she almost missed the private road. “Turn here Sam.”

He slowed and turned, stopping when he hit a dead end five minutes later. “YN?”

“Apparuistis.” She exclaimed.

Where stood a dense forest now appeared a large security gate. Sam gave a low whistle of wonder as he surveyed the extensive grounds, driving up to the parking area YN had pointed to, and putting the Impala in park. Dean was a tad apprehensive about loaning Baby, but he trusted his brother and YN implicitly. The classic car was in impeccable condition, and would impress everyone.

Both were greeted warmly by YN’s parents, Nana, and Darren. Michael was no where to be found. She asked the question that weighed on her, though in her heart, she already knew the answer. “Mama, where’s Mike?”

The room went quiet. It was Darren who spoke up. “YN, no one’s seen him for days. He disappeared shortly after you and Sam got together.”

Tears fell from YN’s eyes, and Sam wrapped his arms and escorted her to the living room. The others followed, bringing mint tea and some fresh baked cookies. YN felt a bit better after partaking in the refreshments. Her mother sat down beside her, and attempted a distraction.

“So, why the sudden visit, YN?”

YN glanced over at Sam, who smiled and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Well…Sam and I are having twins!”

Sam nearly choked on his cookie, his eyes wide as saucers. Shouts of joy filled the parlour as the family celebrated, hugging both Sam and YN. Sam wore a huge grin for the rest of the day, through dinner, dessert, and the entire night. Twins! He wasn’t just gonna be a father, he was going to be a father twice! He made sweet gentle love to his Omega that night, mindful of her newfound condition.

The next morning, both were awakened by YN’s mother, who insisted they come downstairs immediately, nicely dressed. The two showered, and found nice, semi-formal clothing waiting on the bed for them. The clothes were fine silk, and Sam was surprised at how accurate the fit was. YN giggled at her Alpha’s expression, explaining some of her mother’s gifts to him. She had a knack for size and clothing creation, it was similar to how a photographic memory worked. YN stared at her dress, intricate beadwork adorning the neckline and the bodice. These were wedding clothes, or her tribe’s version of them.

The ceremony itself was short and simple, and YN wasn’t really surprised that this was planned. Sam wasn’t complaining, and neither was she. In reality, she liked this better…no big crowds, and no dress shopping. YN’s father escorted her down after her mother had escorted Sam down. Nana was standing in the parlour, waiting as (father’s name) brought her to Sam, putting her hand in his. Nana took a white silk ribbon and bound their joined hands while chanting, “Benedicite, amare, uxor, cor.”

Then, once the ribbon was secure, Nana looked at the couple and smiled. Raising her hands to the sky she whispered, “Ut benedicat haec duo sunt matrimonia iungeremus.”

The family stood. “Benedicat eis!”

YN smiled at Sam, who looked ridiculously happy, but mildly confused. “This is the kissing part.” She whispered, and Sam dove in, his mouth claiming hers as every one gathered to wish them well. The happy couple received numerous hugs and congratulations, and were thrilled beyond belief when they saw Dean and Jo, who had been invited over by Darren.

The feast lasted the better part of the day and evening. Sam and YN did manage to sneak off for a few minutes here and there, returning with slightly disheveled attire and both were blushing furiously. Everyone just acted as if that was perfectly normal, which it was for newlyweds. Darren had brought his Omega, Nikki as well, one of YN’s best friends, for the celebration. Sam, YN, Dean, Jo, Darren and Nikki talked and laughed for a better part of the night, becoming great friends by the end.

It was 5:00am when YN felt something strong, it was power, but from where she couldn’t guess. Quietly she slipped from the bed and peeked out the window to the grass below. Movement caught her eye. It almost looked like Michael, but the darkness made identifying him difficult. Stupid dickhead! If he’d gotten involved with drugs or some such shit, she’d kill him.

As quietly as she could, she slipped on joggers and a tee, carrying her runners so she wouldn’t make noise. She almost made it to the bedroom door.

“Where are you going, Omega?” came the groggy, yet commanding voice of her Alpha.

“Outside for a minute. I thought I heard something. I’m going to check it out.” YN whispered.

Before she could even blink he was there beside her. “Half truths are almost the same as lying YN. Talk to me.”

‘How can I? It could take you away from me! From our children!’

Her thoughts cried out to him, but she remained silent. Forasmuch as she wanted to tell him the truth, there was too much risk. Or was there. If this was to do with Mike, and her gut feeling, then she needed to keep Sam as far away as possible.

Still, despite the prophecy, he could end up involved or worse, killed. Tears fell from her (eye color) orbs, and she allowed Sam to hold her as sobs broke out. Sam soothed her with gentle words, stroking her hair, until she was able to talk.

“Oh Sam, I am so afraid of losing you, that’s why I haven’t said anything. Please stay here. I couldn’t bare it if you died because of me. Please Sam!”

Her Alpha sighed. He could sense her fear and the truth behind her words. But he had vowed to protect her, to keep her safe, and that wasn’t going to happen if she went by herself.

“Omega, look at me, please.” YN brought her eyes up to meet his. “I made a promise to your father and mother, that I would protect you, and I intend to uphold my promise, and my vow to you. I’m coming with you, and there’s no talking me out of it.”

He held her close, nuzzling her neck as he always did. It brought her some comfort, his scent had become her own personal calming agent. Besides, at least this way she could watch him, and ensure his safety. Plus, there were the pups to think about now, she really couldn’t blame him for wanting to come. She just didn’t want to lose him either, so right then she decided to dig her own path, and stray from the warnings.

“Ok, Sam, but I need to tell you something first. Please don’t hate me.” YN’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I could never hate you.” Came his reply.

He pulled her onto his lap as she began to speak, telling him the whole story: the prophecy, the powers, the mark…all of it. Once finished, she closed her eyes and waited for the yelling and hurt feelings that she was so sure would follow. Instead, Sam stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“We’ll be ok YN, promise.” He whispered. “I’ve got your back always.”

She wanted to believe him. Her mind blocked out the negative as she and her Alpha made their way outside. She had to believe his promise, or she wouldn’t be able to do this, whatever this was. Michael had disappeared from view, but his scent was strong, too strong. Mike was in a rut, a bad one. Sam noticed it too, a low growl escaping his chest as he followed his Omega closely, senses on high alert. Brother or not, if he made any move toward YN that Sam perceived as threatening, Sam would tear Michael to shreds.

The scent continued deep into the woods. Sam held YN’s hand, never wanting to let go. He had a bad feeling, one that only intensified after hearing YN’s story, and hearing about the prophecy. And now with Michael in a rut? That just added to the excitement.

YN motioned for them to stop, so they waited and listened. Voices, two distinct ones, Michael and one she didn’t recognize, were coming from the clearing. Then light flashed, bright enough to blind the eavesdroppers briefly.

The light faded as Michael’s voice rang out, or at least it sounded like Mike. But YN knew her brother well enough. Whoever was talking, it most certainly was not her twin.

“YN? Come closer. Bring your mate. I know your there. Don’t make me come find you.”

Sam squeezed her hand with some reassurance, and the two stepped into the open. The man before them smelled like her brother, and yet it didn’t smell or sound like him. The saw his eyes, and Sam knew what had happened.

“Michael.” He said quietly.

YN looked at her Alpha with even more confusion. “Sam, what…?”

Sam stopped her. “No YN, not your brother. The Archangel Michael.”

Michael stepped forward, and Sam bared his fangs, growling deep in his chest. “Stay back. You touch her and I’ll rip you apart.”

The Archangel-turned-Alpha flicked his wrist, expecting to send Sam flying against the nearest tree. But he didn’t.

Instead, at the same moment, YN’s voice rang out.

“Clipeum!”

Sam stood as the force went around his form, shocking him but his anger never waivered. YN wasn’t even close to being done, however.

“Ignis!”

Michael was caught off guard at the sudden attack, and his meat suit went flying against the nearest tree. His clothes were slightly charred, but still intact. He wasted no time, and gained the upper hand while YN was focused on the offense. He lifted Sam into the air, slowly constricting his airways.

YN cried out. “No! Leave him alone!”

Michael pondered this, his mouth turning slowly into a smile that made YN shiver. “Why should I? He and his brother have been thorns in my side for a while now. Plus…, he added, “This one took you as his mate, before your brother could claim you as his own.”

YN visibly paled, but she stood her ground. “Michael please. You know he’s my soulmate! Leave him be. Please! I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt him.” Tears fell as she begged the Archangel for mercy.

“Be careful what you promise, YN. Here’s the deal. I’ll leave your Alpha alive, hell I’ll spare all the Winchesters if…” his smile turned dark, and YN felt nauseous, “You renounce Sam and take me as your Alpha.”

“NO!” Sam screamed, his eyes read with anger. “YN, don’t! Live free! I’m not worth that.” He stared at his nemesis/brother in law. “You can’t trust him.”

YN’s heart was torn. Her love for Sam, and her desire to keep him safe, versus an eternity of misery in a loveless union, with her own flesh and blood as her Alpha. She felt sick inside. What kind of choice was this? The outcome sucked either way. If she said no, Sam would die. If she said yes, Sam would live but she would no longer be his. Sam was right though. There was no guarantee Michael would keep his word. Then she had another thought.

“If I say yes, Sam, Dean, and all their family and friends live. You don’t touch them, you don’t hurt them in any way. And when my pups are born, Sam gets sole custody of them, his to raise. That’s my condition. If you go back on the deal, our union is void and Sam becomes mine again.”

“YN! Don’t worry about me! Let me go. Don’t give in to that monster!” Sam cried.

Tears fell hard. “I love you too much Sam. I can’t watch him kill you. Promise me you’ll take good care of our pups. Please!”

Sam nodded, and YN turned to Michael. “Do we have a deal, Michael?” She held her hand out to her brother-turned-angel.

Michael stepped forth to grab the hand, eager to seal the deal. “We do indeed.”

YN’s hand closed around her brother’s hand and smiled. “NOW SAM!”

Michael frowned and went to move, but realized quickly that he was frozen in place. Then fear filled him as Sam spoke an all too familiar verse:

Omnipotentis dei potestatem invoco

Omnipotentis dei potestatem invoco

Aborbe terra

Hunc angelum omne obsequendum

Domine expuet

Domine expuet

Ut deum ad empyreum remittat

 YN, still holding his hand, clarified. “See, you are smart, the whole plan was actually pretty good. But, both you and my dumbass brother overlooked a few things.”

Sam stood up, no longer in Michael’s power, and came to stand beside his Omega.

YN continued. “My brother and I are twins…identical twins. Near impossible, I know, but our DNA will prove it. We share a special connection no one else does. Telepathy. I knew the moment he came to you. I knew all of it, all the betrayal. I wanted so hard to believe that my own brother wasn’t capable of that. I tried to find a way to bring him back to us.”

Sam spoke then. “YN told me everything. The reason you can’t move? Her palm has an angel trap on it, bound with her power. She is indeed very powerful, I’d venture more powerful than you. And…”, he leaned in close, teeth bared, “she’s mine.”

YN let his hand go then, and Michael, the archangel, began to leave her brother’s body. But in a parting shot, the angel went to send Sam flying against the nearest tree in an attempt to kill him, but YN felt the thought and pushed Sam out of the way, the blast sending her flying, crashing against a large pine. Bones shattered, and YN cried out, her body crumpling to the ground. Sam screamed her name, his rage directed at Michael, incinerating him and his host. He ran to his Omega, his beautiful YN, checking for a pulse.

He found none.

Sam’s grief was great. His voice howled through the woods as he mourned his loss. As he lay his head on her chest, tears covering her shirt, he stroked her hair and kissed her, then he covered his face as sadness consumed him.

There was movement, but none that he noticed at first. Sam’s tears began to glow, and disappear into YN’s skin. Then his eyes snapped open as the shattered bones of her spine began to pull themselves back together. Her lungs drew breath, and YN coughed as her eyes opened, the oxygen flooding her system.

Sam’s jaw dropped to the ground, staring at the miracle that had just happened. He wasted no time in gathering her into his arms, kissing her fiercely. She moaned, partly from pain and confusion, and partly because she was enjoying the attentions her alpha was showing her. She knew partly the reason for the emotional overflow…she’d died…and honestly she wasn’t sure how she was sitting up and breathing. That’s when she felt it, or rather them…her twins! They had used healing power on her, which was near unheard of. Most infants, no matter their lineage, didn’t have that kind of knowledge.

Sam’s power though, she knew where that came from. She’d given him the ability to share her powers when she had left her mark on his shoulder, in other words, the mating bite she’d bestowed upon him. The prophecy. She shook her head as everything fell into place.

Then there was her twin…the one puzzle piece she had wanted to be wrong about. His behavior made sense now, but it was still alot for her to process. Sam helped YN to stand up, supporting her until he was sure she wouldn’t fall, and together they started back to the house. She had no idea what she was going to tell her parents or Darren, but at least now she felt safe, felt at peace. There were no more threats or immediate danger to her or Sam.

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Crazier Than You - Ch 3/?

Chapter Title: Full Disclosure 

Words: 1351

[chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four (coming soon)]

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Will was, admittedly, a little bit distracted the following week. However, it wasn’t so much because of Nico but more of the rapidly approaching show. They were only a week away from dress rehearsal and while majority of the set was built, they still had to add doors to the center piece, build wheeling gates, put up the walls, and build the bed of nails.

Okay, scratch that; they still had a shit ton to do. Not to mention SATs were falling right between dress rehearsal and the show, and midterms were falling only the week after. They were short on people and short on time.

To put it simply, Will was stressed out of his mind. So, dumping a bucket paint on his clothes was just the cherry on top.

Lou Ellen seemed to find the entire situation hilarious, immediately whipping out her phone so she could Snapchat the entire situation. It was even worse when Cecil came over with a handful of wood chips and dust, claiming that it would help get the paint out as he threw them onto Will. (It did not).

He wasn’t even painting today so he didn’t have his already-destroyed tech clothes on. It was just that finicky bucket that caused his downfall. At least he remembered to wear his tech sneakers, which were covered with various paint stains. However, hot pink paint now streaked down his favorite hoodie (a navy blue UT hoodie from when he lived in Texas) and a relatively new pair of jeans.

Typical.

As he walked towards the back of the auditorium, he heard a snort from behind him. Turning around to accept his fate of being the next inside joke between all the theatre kids, he was both equally relieved and nervous when he realized that it was Nico. Not exactly the ideal situation.

Nico, in question, was sitting in one of the rolly chairs at the lightbox. Usually, it was where Thalia Grace and Katie Gardner sat, respectively for their light tech and sound tech positions. However, neither girl was in sight. Will knew he should be concerned, but he was too busy to keep track of them all right now. As long as they could turn on and off lights and mics, which he knows they are more than capable of after watching them do it for 3 years, that’s all he needed.

“How did that happen, Solace?” Nico grinned.

“Tilted it. Cap wasn’t secured,” Will could feel his face turning the same shade of pink as the paint on his clothes. “Why are you here?” he asked when he noticed Nico wasn’t in rehearsal clothes.

Instead of a typical t-shirt and sweats, Nico was wearing a chunky gray sweater and black jeans. Thick-frame glasses that Will had never seen before were placed on the bridge of his nose. They pushed his fringe away from his eyes, and for once Will noticed that Nico’s eyes were a dark, chocolate brown. He sat sideways on the chair, feet dangling off the end adorned in converse with rainbow laces. If this was his typical school outfit, Will was disappointed to be graduating without the chance to see him more in class.

Nico shrugged. “Admiring the madness,” he said, gesturing to the stage. Then added “and waiting for my dad to pick me up, because my sister took my car,”

Half of the stage in question was being taken up by tech, and the other half was filled with actors as they tried to learn the dance for Tango De Amor. He sees the appeal of watching it now watching it from the front. Reyna, who was playing Morticia, was pushing 6 inches taller than Leo, who was playing Gomez.

Will had heard from Travis, who heard from his brother Connor, who heard from his boyfriend and head of the costumes department, Mitchell, that they were lowering the height for Reyna’s heels, so she wouldn’t be a whole foot taller than him. Even Still, them dancing next to each other looked ridiculous

“I can’t imagine trying to tango like that,” Nico shook his head.

“The all-talented Nico di Angelo can’t dance?”

Nico went a bit red in the face as he vigorously shook his head again. “Not in the slightest.”

“Then I’ll teach you,” Will said, extending his arm without a second thought. Nico just stared at him blankly, so he reached out and pulled him out of the chair. “C’mon. We’ll follow along. You can be Morticia.”

Nico squinted his eyes, glaring harmlessly. “You better not get any of that paint on my clothes,” he grumbled, but Will could tell he was suppressing a smile.

Their rendition was horrible. The dance included so much feet work and clapping on time and crazy dips. As it turns out, Will couldn’t dance either. Even the beginning, which was essentially just walking back and forth, they bost lost their footing a few times. While Leo was able to near-flawlessly dip Reyna on stage despite their height difference, Will nearly dropped the other boy. He could see some of the ensemble members dancing in the background trying not to giggle.

They were a bit better, going back to the regular tango again, managing to not trip

completely this time. It was here that Will realized his arm was around the boy he liked and holy shit he must be sweating like crazy.

Then, Reyna suddenly slid into a split and that was where they lost it. Nico didn’t even bother trying, instead started laughing into Will’s shoulder, which made him laugh along.

This whole situation was insane and should be uncomfortable, but he felt so natural next to Nico.

And then, Lou Ellen came along to ruin it all. “Will, we need your help with the lights. We tried to get Katie up there, but you’re the only one tall enough even with the ladder,” she sighed, adjusting the bandana that was keeping her hair back. Ah, so that’s where Katie and Thalia were. She finally noticed both of the pink-faced boys standing close together, and then Will’s still-paint covered clothes.

“Lou-”

“You haven't even changed yet? I don’t care what was going on back here, we need you now,” she shoved him towards the door. Will glanced apologetically towards Nico, who just shook his head.

“My dad is probably here anyway, go do your thing,” he said with a small smile, and Will nodded back.

After successfully changing into the extra clothes he had brought previously for tech, he exited the bathroom and opened the door to the auditorium, where he nearly ran straight into Nico. Again.

“Oh! Sorry, I was just leaving,” Nico said, holding up a still-lit phone with a text from his dad.

“You’re good,” Will said, then surprised both of them with what came next. “Um, do you want to, like, hang out sometime? Out of school? Maybe after the show is over?” He mentally cursed at himself for the uncertainty in his voice.

Thankfully, Nico’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Uh, yeah. That’d be cool.”

“Cool. So, I’ll text you?”

“Yeah! But, u, I don’t have your number.”

“Oh. Right!” Stupid, Stupid Will. “Give me your phone, I’ll put it in now.” Nico swiped to open a new contact, then handed it over. Will tapped in his name and his number, pressing ‘Create New Contact’ before he handed it back over.

“Thanks. So, see you around?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you,” they both smiled, and Will noted the pink dusting Nico’s nose and cheeks. Maybe it was the stuffy lobby. Or maybe-

“WILL! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE,” Lou yelled from inside the room, followed by their director scolding her. Will shook his head and went in as Nico went out; heir hands brushing accidentally. He resisted the urge to grab it and feel Nico’s hand against his again.

When he reached the stage, Lou was shaking her head at him. “That was the most awkward interaction I have ever seen,” she sighed. “You’re hopeless.”

Will thought back to his number now in Nico’s phone. “Not completely.”

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[supernatural-freek]

Gone Too Soon

Synopsis: The Winchester boys are on a hunt when they find another hunter. A woman who claims she's retired. But she might just be the one to save them both.

NOTE: NOT a sister!winchester fanfic for once. Who woulda guessed? also, it's way shorter than I intended but I couldn't bring myself to write the whole thing, so I just ut out a huge chunk.

MASTERLIST

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"So this chick moves to town three months ago, and then suddenly locals are being ripped apart?" Dean handed Sam the fake FBI badge as they looked up at the deceptively normal-looking house from the Impala. "Sounds pretty monsterish to me."

"I'm still not sure about this," Sam said, shaking his head. "The town she moved away from never had any strange killings except for her brother."

"Exactly. She kills her bro then moves here to upscale." Dean swung open his door. "C'mon."

He waited for Sam to clamber out the car before starting up the path to the front door. It was a reasonably small house, the decorations bland and unimpressive. Their monster had gone to great lengths to seem pretty damn normal. But Dean knew better. He knew what he had to do.

He knocked on the door, glancing at Sam grimly as he heard light footsteps. The door opened to show you glaring back at them with exhasperted brown eyes. "Y/N Caster?"

"That's me," you said grumpily, and Dean puffed his cheeks out as he adjusted to the attitude you had.

He held up his badge. "FBI. I'm Agent Clancy, this is my partner Agent Holland, we'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Uh-huh."

Sam frowned. "What?"

You looked them both up and down, raising an eyebrow. "You ain't FBI." You rolled your eyes at their sputtering and sighed. "Look, first off, megabot's hair is way past protocol length. He'd have his badge suspended for that. And that iconic car on the street? They'd never let you drive that, not in seven hells. Not even if you paid them. so, I'm gonna guess you two are hunters, and the only two hunters I know of that drive a black, hardtop, four door, '67 Chevy Impala are the Winchester boys. How may I help you?"

Sam cleared his throat, looking confused. "Did you call me megabot?"

You shrugged. "You're tall enough." Dean was still staring with wide green eyes and you shook her head, turning away and opening the door a little wider. To Sam you said, "You wanna slap that stupid look off your brother's face and come in? I hear you have questions for me."

Sam nodded slowly as you walked away, still trying to process what had just happened. He nudged Dean. "I told you."

"Shut up," Dean grumbled, pushing past him.

Sam smirked and followed him.

They found you in the kitchen, grabbing three beers out of the fridge. You motioned for them to sit at the table, and they did almost immediately. Dean eyed your figure as you flicked the caps off the drinks, and Sam hit his arm. "Dude."

"What?" Dean hissed back. "She's hot."

"Dean Winchester, you keep your eyes on my face or you won't have eyes at all." Your voice was cool and unbothered, and Dean swallowed and looked down at the table. "Better."

Sam fought back his laugh of amazement as you set down their beers in front of them, sitting down with your own in hand. "So are you here on hunting business?" He asked.

You gave him a pointed look, then glanced at the house around you. "Yeah, i bought the house because I plan to leave soon." Sam slumped slighty at your scathing tone and you let out a one breath, softening your voice. "No," you said. "I'm not here for hunting. I moved here to settle down, to get out. I heard about the attacks and called Bobby, who I assume was the one who sent you two here."

"You know Bobby?" Dean blurted.

You nodded, taking a long drink of your beer. "Sure do."

"Right, except Bobby never said what it was," Sam said.

"My best guess was werewolf, except the heart were never stolen. Perhaps ghost?" You shrugged and took another drink. "I dunno."

"You haven't checked it out?" Dean asked, bewildered. Your hand tightened its grip on the beer bottle. Sam noted the movement and gave Dean a look. Dean ignored him. "You're just letting this thing kill people?"

Your eyes darkened. "I don't like it any more than you do, you daft idiot," you spat, and Dean's disbelief faltered at the old pain on your face. "I hate sitting around, going to work as if nothing superntural is happening. But I am done with hunting. Why do you think you guys are even here."

"Why would you quit?"

"Oh," Sam said quietly, suddenly understanding. "Oh."

You didn't meet his eyes. "What?" Dean demanded.

Sam looked at his older brother and shook his head. "Her brother, man. She moved here after her brother died."

Dean's mouth moved and no sound came out, his green eyes softer than they had been a minute ago. "Oh."

"Yeah," you said bitterly. "Oh."

It was silent and tense and awkward for a few moments before Dean cleared his throat. "How did it happen?" He asked timidly, half-expecting you to lash out. "Y/N?"

You sucked in a sharp breath and looked out the window, as if you were looking for someone the boys coudn't see. "He always wanted to quit," you told them. "He hated hunting, hated that he could never form a meaningful relationship with anyone cause we'd be gone before anything could happen. He was tired f not saving people. He wanted to go to school. He said he'd become a teacher, and he'd work with little kids." You laughed dryly. "I called him crazy, but I knew his heart wasn't in it anymore. So I told him that we'd settle down after one more hunt, just one. I said he could pick where and we'd live like normal siblings. He could get a girlfriend and a degree. He was so excited.

Out last case was a shifter. It should've been easy, but we seperated. Too late, I realised there were too of them and I heard him scream just as i killed the first one. By the time I got there, it was too late and I couldn't save him."

You fell quiet after that, your eyes vacant and far away. "And the second shifter?" Dean prodded gently.

"I hunted that bitch down and I took my time in killing it." You glanced back at the boys, and there was something twisted in your eyes. "I made it suffer first."

"We're sorry," Sam said softly, giving you a half-smile. You didn't return the sentiment, just drained the beer bottle and wiped your mouth.

"Anyway," you said. "That's why you guys are here. Kill the thing and then get out of town."

Dean nodded, looking more subdued now. You sighed and stood up, collecting the empty beer bottles and shuffling back to the kitchen to dispose of them. This time Dean didn't bother to attempt to ogle your long legs or your figure. He just kept his eyes down as he late your story over and over.

"Thanks for the drink," Sam said, pulling Den up out of the seat. "We'll see you around."

"Don't count on it," you said as you closed the door behind them You thought that the house was too quiet after they left.

.

Sam and Dean found out that it was not a ghost, or a werewolf, or a shifter or a vamp. In fact, they had no idea what it was, only that it was fast, strong and its claws hurt like hell.

They had no chance at getting back to the Impala, and none of the weapons they had would even scratch the damn thing.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted as the monster lunged at his little brother, sharp claws aimed straight at the younger Winchester's heart. "Sammy, look out!"

There was a blur of colour before the creature howled, backing off instantly. Sam scrambled away, and Dean stood in front of him protectively as their saviour rse to their feet.

You grinned at them through bloodied teeth. "Hey there boys."

Dean stared at you with wide eyes, seeing the blood drip down your torso. Your jacket was ripped, as was your shirt, and both were stained a horrifyingly familiar shade of red.

That would have been Sam if you hadn't gotten here.

The creature leapt for you again but you stabbed what looked like a branch of some kind into its face and it howled, staggering way before collapsing in a heap. You threw your lighter at it and watched it go up in flames.

"Y/N, you okay?" Dean called, darting over to you now the imminent threat was gone. You swayed on your feet, more nd more blood gushing down your front from three deep puncture wounds. One of them was over your heart and Dean knew, deep down, that you wouldn't survive this. "Jesus, Y/N, you moron."

He caught you as you started to fall, and you tried to laugh at the worry on his face. You ended u choking on your own hot blood. "Tell Bobby that I'm sorry for blaming him. He didn't know there were two shifters."

"Hey, you're gonna tell him yourself." Dean shucked off his outer shirt and pressed it on the wounds. It was futile, but he wouldn't quit. Not after you saved him and his younger brother. "Look, we're gonna patch you up. You'll be fine."

"I know," you rasped, looking up at him nd seeing different eyes, familiar eyes. "I'm going to see my baby brother again."

And oh, Dean could fee his heart break for you, break for the desperate hope and love in your voice as your breathing grew laboured and your body trembled in his arms. "Okay," he whispered, barely managing to smile.

You smiled and reached for his face, cupping his cheek before your hand fell away and your head lolled back nd he was holding a dead body.

Dean let out a shaky breath as Sam aid a hand on his shoulder.

"She gets to go home," Sam said quietly.

Dean didn't say anything.

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[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “a babe, a snack, a f-cking heart attack”

[Specific-Summary]:  They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking, 

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)(16) (17) (18) (19)

(20) (21)

D: [Picture of Roman and Logan cuddling asleep. Jpeg] Aw what a lovely couple

R: s h ut u p sh ut u p

D: Hey you were the one who said it was ok to make fun of your crush

R: I SAID THERE WAS NOTHING TO MAKE FUN OF BECAUSE I DIDNT AND DONT HAVE A CRUSH

R: ok i might have said to not bring it up to his face again but that was not an admission of anything deeper then standard thirst ok

R: deeeee yyou’re not responding and your silence wont make me talk

D: Oh I was getting the evidence

[Screenshot. Jpeg]

D: Huh… That seems pretty soft and gay for “standard thirst” don’t you think?

R:....

R: YOU MENTION SOMEONES CHUBBY CHEEKS ONCE. ONCE.

D: It was more then once {Screenshot Montage. jpeg]

R: he has a lovely smile ok!!! And all those dimples and his moles byg od!!!i can appreciate friends!!!

D: and I have beautiful piano hands you think were sculpted from the finest porcelain and should be protected but alright just a friendly friend thing to constantly be thinking about

R: why must youl punish me for speaking the truth????

D: it's apart of the job <3

D: but yeah we all know you dont have a hand fetish or a smile fetish you were just raised on a diet of shakesphere and disney

R: you know,,, boyfs usually don’t yah know e nc oura ge this HYPOTHETICAL behavior

D: I mean if it was someone like Remy then yeah I’d have some issues D: But it’s L so it’s all good

R: remy isnt that bad!!! yall be petty!!!

D: That’s Why We’d Have Issues D: If I have to share I’d at least liked to enjoy the other person’s company

R: thats almost sweet

D: I try

R: speaking of trying… this weekend?? you free???

D: If this has anything to do with a birthday present I Dont Want then I’m suddenly busy with homework

R: lies lies lies lies lieeeeeessssss you barely do homework

D: ;)

R: but really i told you im not getting you a physical gift but we can still go on a date!!!

D: mm sounds like you treating me and thats Illegal and suspicious

R: nope! I want a date! It's entirely for selfish reasons!!!no selflessness here!!! And if we just so happen to end up at one of those stuffy art museums you like or a book signing or two then well dang i guess???

D: what are you planning

R: it's a date!!a cute little date k!!! So you down?

D: Perhaps

R: yee boy

D: If you drive me there <3

R: SLIMY

D: Snakes do not have slime ™

R: yet here we are

D: So?

R:alrigh fuckin bet lets do it

D: Wai D: t wha

---

“Happy birthday!” Roman cheered, crashing into Dmitri.

Without looking up, Dmitri easily caught Roman in his arms, “My birthday isn’t for two weeks,” he sighed, his exasperation being melted as Roman nuzzled him further.

“Mmm shut up,” Roman dragged Dmitri behind him in the parking lot, the school bell ringing, “We had a deal so stop pouting,” he said, sing-song.

“It’s not a pou...Then why are we going to my car,” Dmitri said, expression souring and no it wasn’t a pout, he does not pout--

“Because, ” Roman said, expression sly in the way that always made Dmitri’s stomach flip, “You’re a babe, and I love you dearly, but Virgil’s car is his baby and some lines aren’t meant to be crossed.”

“Uh,” Dmitri ignored his blush, “Noted.”

-

“I’m surprisingly in one piece,” Dmitri said as they got out, “With all those cute faces you make when concentrating it was a wonder I got out alive.”

“Shut up!” Roman shoved him lightly.

Dmitri caught his hand swinging it between them, “Where are we anyway?” he vaguely recognized the park.

It was one of the smaller ones around, with it’s old, weathered playground blending almost seamlessly with the unruly trees. The discarded toys and cracked pavements so achingly familiar that he had to second guess whether or not he actually could hear children laughing.

Roman looked up at him, lips quirked, “Don’t you remember? It’s where we first met,”

“But we met in 8th--” he stopped as something clicked, his hand drifting to his scar automatically, “Huh, church camp?” he looked at Roman curiously, “There were a dangerously high amount of kids who went there, how did you even know me?”

“We were...always the last kids picked up,” Roman said, "Virgil and I always had each other or Remy to keep each other company, but you…” he got a faraway look and he rubbed his arms self consciously, “You always looked so... lonely...I guess I never really forgot.”

Dmitri sighed pushing a stray curl from Roman’s face, “You’re so sappy,” Dmitri murmured with a fond look, effectively pulling Roman back down to earth.

He didn't bother to linger on the memories for too long, instead pulling Roman along gently, “Let’s see if those rusty swings still work, eh?”

----

“Stop fidgeting,” Roman whined, the flower crown falling limp in Dmitri’s hair. Dmitri continued to ignore his request, choosing to press his face into Roman’s stomach, much to their distress.

“How do you expect me to just ignore such a fuckin’ snack?” Dmitri said, muffled in Roman’s skin.

Sure the ground pressed into him at an uncomfortable angle, but Dmitri had the important job of figuring out if that was a new freckle he spotted. He planned on being thorough. Roman eventually relented to the very important investigation, dandelions falling to the wayside as Dmitri shifted him onto his back.

Even when Roman managed to reluctantly bat him away, Dmitri still looked mighty pleased with his new spot between Roman’s thighs.

“Having fun?” Roma drawled, resigned.

“Always,” Dmitri’s immediately said. He cupped Roman’s face, hair falling in waves around them as he leaned down.

“Mmm,” Roman hummed, the air warm, “Do you want your real birthday gift now?”

Dmitri’s eyes narrowed, “Roman…” he said, warningly.

“Hush,” Roman said, no whine in his tone. Instead, it was of calm reassurance, “I didn’t buy you anything. I just got a bit nosy…”

“What do you…”

“I talked to a few old friends who knew Emile--”

Dmitri stiffed, pulling back, “-- he left without a word, he fucking hates--this town.”

“Dmitri, let me finish,” Roman said softly, slipping a hand on their shoulder and sitting up, “I asked a few of his old friends, got in touch with him,” he explained, “He’s living with a few cousins in California, he’s doing well...and...and I asked him about you…”

“He fucking hates me.”

“No, he misses you.”

----

Dmitri slid into the driver’s seat before Roman could protest and soon enough they were driving back in silence.

It had been a long time since it’s been this...awkward between the two. Sure they have their quiet moments, but it was never like this…. Roman had never done well with silence, even if Dmitri seemed to thrive in it.

Roman twisted his hands, forcing himself to speak, “Dee...I’m sorry if I overstepped your boundaries. I know it’s a sensitive subject,” he said.

Dmitri’s remained intently focused on the road, “You were being thoughtful, a prince as always,” he said with a smile.

That smile.

You know the one.

“That’s some god-awful bullshit,” Roman said, “You're angry.”

“Not at you,” Dmitri said, far too quickly.

“It’d be okay if you were,” Roman said and Dmitri’s face faltered, “As much as you claim me to be faultless, that little conversation about boundaries applies to me as well. It’s your birthday gift, so it’s your choice what to do from here.”

“Does this...gift have a receipt…”

“It can if you want it to.”

“And if I…” Dmitri's voice cracked, but he continued, “If I don’t want it to…”

“I have his new number and you have all the time in the world. Don’t stress about it he’ll understand.”

Dmitri wanted to think Roman was lying. God, he wanted it to be a lie because the truth curled in his mouth like a foul aftertaste. It rose in him and consumed him completely.

He was afraid, so fucking-goddamn afraid.

He saved the number regardless.

---

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@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

#Roman Sanders #Deceit Sanders #roceit #ts sides #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #antithesis

[lazy-safetastic-13]

Birthday Fic Gift

This is for @levonolev. Requesting a ClassicBerry ship. 

I’ve never done Blue before, and I like to see him as a mature person despite being known as the energetic cheerful one. It was an interesting experience, but I don’t think I did a good enough classicberry. Sorry hun! I tried! ^^”) I still hope that this was a satisfactory read regardless. Wwwww

Pairing: ClassicBerry (Us!Sans x Ut!Sans)

Words: 1, 741

He supposed he should’ve expected that he’d get sick one day. I mean, his diet was unhealthy as his brother continually nagged him about, and being the lazy slob that he was … Basically, he was just living an unproductive and unhealthy lifestyle, and getting sick was bound to happen.

Sans supposed that it surprised him in the sense that he hadn’t gotten ill since he was baby bones himself. But here he was, laid down on his bed. Sans couldn’t help smiling to himself. Now he really did have a reason to stay in bed.

Though, he didn’t want Papyrus to barge into his room and see him this pathetic. He knew his brother would understand, stars bless his soul, but he just personally didn’t want to be seen more than the lazy image he already portrayed.

The soft thumping of footsteps nearing his room made him sigh. Really, why can’t the bed just swallow him up?

In his attempt to hide himself, Sans pulled the covers over him just as his door opened. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a loud bang that followed from his brother’s usual force. And he heard it close with a gentle click too.

Wha—His train of confused thoughts came to an abrupt halt when boots walked to the front of his bed, which meant that the new company he had was right in front of him.

His soul began to thump fast in his chest as it was clear to him that this wouldn’t be something Papyrus would do. Though, he let out a sigh of relief when he heard whose voice it was.

“Are you not feeling well, Sans? My brother and Papyrus had already left, and I told them I’d stay to check up on you.”

It was Blue. And if Sans were to be honest with himself, he didn’t expect the latter to talk in such a calm manner. Seeing as how their universe were the complete opposite to their own, Blue’s personality was no doubt Papyrus’ … but now? It was foreign.

Uncovering his face so he could at least see his more cheerful and energetic counterpart, he let out a weak smile. “Yeah. Sorry. I think I’m sick.”

Blue regarded Sans with a frown. He took off one of his gloves and pressed it on the other’s forehead to gauge the latter’s temperature. “Hmm, it doesn’t seem to be a fever.” The skeleton pulled away to wear the glove once more before placing both hands to his hips. “Guess you just caught a cold. Nonetheless! You’ll still need your rest. And something to eat for that matter.”

Seeing how the other was already set on nursing him to perfect health, Sans didn’t bother to argue. At least it wasn’t his brother anyway. “Heh. Sorry for the trouble Blue. I don’t usually get sick.”

Blue beamed at him. “No worries Sans. You can count on the amazing Blue, to take good care of you.” Then his smile became gentler. “And I’m not surprised you’d eventually get sick. You’re like my brother right? You two are always so reserve and keeps things to yourselves. But despite sleeping everywhere, you guys can’t really sleep well at night right?”

Sans stiffened, feeling that jolt in his soul.

“Oh!” Blue waved his hands hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to offend or make you feel threatened. It’s just; you’re similar to my Papy so … I know.”

Sans had to sigh. “Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. You’re not wrong anyway … But don’t tell my bro. Don’t want him to worry.”

Blue chuckled lightly. “I won’t. But if he’s like me, he’ll always worry.”

That made Sans laugh, although tiredly. “Heh, you’re right.”

“Anyway, I’ll be back with some food.”

“Thanks, Blue.” Sans hummed and closed his eyes, letting tiredness take over and carry him to slumber.

“Of course!”

Blue came back to find Sans asleep. While he wished to leave the latter be, Sans needed to eat something. So the skeleton had to wake him up, putting the tray on bedside table before nudging the other.

Sans woke up groggily, to which Blue murmured an apology whilst helping him sit up.

The sick skeleton was greeted with a bowl of warm noodle soup on the tray placed on his lap. “Wow, thanks Blue … to be honest, I was expecting tacos.”

Blue had to laugh at that. “You can’t feed the sick tacos. I may be short but I’m not some baby bones. I think you can agree with me on that one.”  

Sans chuckled. “Touché.” The skeleton began eating whilst Blue made himself comfortable by pulling up a chair to sit by Sans’ side.

“Gee, Blue. You don’t got to stay. It’s gonna be boring.”

“Not at all!” Blue’s smile that had been present the whole time, slowly diminish to a serious one that caught Sans’ off guard. “Actually, there’s something I want to ask.” Sans nodded his head for him to continue. “Can you tell me about your nightmares?”

The skeleton in question stilled, eye lights shrinking to pricks, almost nonexistent as he turned to look down at his meal. “I-I … Um …” He shook his head and tiredly looked at Blue. “Why bring it up?”

“We may be switched personalities, but don’t forget, I’m also a Sans. And I know that we all have those secrets to keep in order for our brothers to be safe.” Blue twiddled his thumbs out of nervous habit. “I joined the royal guards for that reason, and I’m sure you have your own way of protecting Papyrus yourself too … But I …”

Blue looked to Sans in sorrow. “I’m tired of seeing my brother looked as if living is pointless.”

Sans felt as if he was electrocuted—feeling called out.

“And I see you do it too.”

Usually he’d deny the claim and outright lie. But he just couldn’t do that to the other when Blue was just worried. And he knew anyway. “… You’re more … mature than you let on.”

“Perceptive, you mean.” Blue grinned, feeling proud of his observation skills. It caused Sans to laugh good-naturedly before letting out another sigh. Seeing this, Blue worriedly added. “Oh, but not now! You’re sick after all. Maybe one day, if you’ll ever be comfortable to share.”

“S’fine. Let me just finish eating,” Sans grinned. “And I’ll tell you a story.”

“Go ahead. I’m sure it’ll be quite a bed time story.”

“But you have to promise me that whatever you’re about to hear, you’ll keep it to yourself.”

Blue stared back at Sans in the most serious expression the latter had ever seen him wear. “I will never betray your trust, Sans. If anything, I’m more honoured and thankful that you’re willingly agreeing to even sharing it.”

“For the sake of our brothers, right?”

“And …” Blue smiled gently. “Maybe to get close to you too?”

Sans had to laugh, even if the blue blush on his face was apparent. Of course something so embarrassing, to be said so straightforwardly, it certainly like Blue to do so. “I wouldn’t mind. We’ll exchange stories then.”

“Myehehe~ I have many to share!”

“I don’t doubt that, Blue.”

Ever since that faithful day, the two were found together, more often than not.

And Sans was even willing to go out on walks with Blue, surprising both Papyruses at the change of attitude. But they didn’t ask; not wanting to break the peace that settled in. But more than anything, the two had never seen Sans so happy before. Whatever Blue did, Papyrus and Stretch greatly approved and let them be.

This went on for months, until Sans brought up the courage to ask Blue out.

Sans had been apprehensive at what he was feeling for his cheerful alternate at first. Feeling something more than seeing the latter as just a close friend, but as a romantic interest … and it was scary shit. So he didn’t act on it, wanting to think it over—wanting to know that it wasn’t just something fleeting.

Those feelings stayed and grew, until he found himself smiling and relaxing at Blue’s presence. The skeleton was usually optimistic, adventurous, and courageous like his brother, but finding another side to him, a calmer, level-headed, understanding and mature side of him, has got Sans more than interested to know more about Blue and spend time with him.

So when he asked him, out of the blue, if he wanted to be in a relationship with him, Sans was nervous as hell. Blue was an amazing monster, someone that was way out of his league. But he decided to take the chance. As Blue told him once, ‘You’ll never know unless you try.’

Waiting for the verdict, what he heard next was something he didn’t expect. He really should’ve though.

“Are you sure Sans? I mean, you’ve told me before that being tied down made you uncomfortable and that it was suffocating. As much I’m ecstatic that you want to be with me, I don’t want to put through that if you’re going to feel as such.”

Of course Blue would put others before his own feelings. But that’s one of the reasons Sans liked him anyway. The skeleton took the gloved hand to his own as he smiled at Blue. “Gotta admit, I’m kind of nervous, since,” his free arm motioned to nothing in particular to indicate the whole gist of relationships. “I’ve never be in one before. I’m probably going to screw up. A lot … But I want to try it.” Sans could feel himself warm up and no doubt his blush would be evident on his cheekbones. “I’d like to try it with you. I-If you’ll have m—”

“Of course, Sans! It’s an honour!” The skeleton was cut off as Blue pulled him to an embrace.

Both ended up falling to the snow and laughed to their hearts content for being so silly.

“And I’ve never dated anyone else before too, Sans. But it’s okay.” Blue intertwined Sans’ hand to his own and smiled brightly at his, now, lover. “We’ll learn together.”

Sans was not one to cry, but tears couldn’t help cropping up from his eye sockets as he returned the smile with a watery one of his own. “Y-Yeah. Together.”

After all, Sans wasn’t interested in looking back; just forward and taking that step. It was a start.  

Gaah! I hope you liked it! :’) 

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