#okay but SERIOUSLY THOUGH they always had extra hot sauce to the other characters but the luffy figures always look the same to me 😭

[animefan299110]

Offers and Threats

Hey guys! I know I said that the next chapter would involve Christmas and Birthdays, but trust me, this chapter will help in the future in another. Also, I had to tone down on the adorableness and cuteness for this chapter. And again, I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, its characters, or its locations. They are all owned by Kohei Horikoshi, Jump Comics, and Funimation.

It was a beautiful Wednesday afternoon in the month of November at U.A. High and Class 1-A were gathering their things for the end of the day. As they were preparing to see the little bundle of joy that called them 'Mama' and 'Papa', Ochako and Midoriya were both wondering about what they should serve Eri for dinner that night. They had put out some ground beef the night before in the fridge, so that left how to include vegetables and how to create it in a way that would surprise her.

"Maybe we could try meatloaf?" Midoriya asked before he dismissed it, knowing that Eri had that dish last week.

"What about tacos?" Ochako asked before she realized that Eri would probably never touch another one of those after the incident back during the beginning of the month. One Tuesday, Class 1-A decided to have tacos for dinner, to which Eri was more than excited for. However, things had taken a turn for the worse that night. As it turned out, Mineta had tried to pull a prank on Kaminari by putting hot sauce in his taco. Unfortunately, the taco had accidently ended up on Eri's plate. Needless to say, Eri ended up crying from the burning sensation and Mineta ended up sleeping outside, his face all black and blue from the smacks he received from Ochako and the girls, as well as from Kaminari and Bakugou.

"How about..." Midoriya began, but stopped when he noticed that Mr. Aizawa was standing right in front of them with a note in his hand.

"Midoriya. Uraraka." He said as he handed them the note. "The principal would like to speak with you both in his office."

Midoriya and Ochako looked at each other in surprise; neither one of them had done anything wrong in the past few months, unless you counted Midoriya and Bakugou's second fight before they began their internships and met Eri. As they made their way to the principal's office, they began to wonder the worst.

"You don't think something bad happened to Eri, do you?" Ochako asked as they neared the principal's office.

"No." Midoriya said simply. "If something had happened to her, Mr. Aizawa would have told us himself."

After a few minutes, the two students arrived outside the principal's office. Taking a deep breath, both entered to find the little talking animal standing in front of them.

"Ah, Midoriya. Uraraka." Nezu said as he raised his right paw and waved. "How nice of you to join us."

'Us?' Both students thought as they glanced around. 'Who else is…?' Their thoughts were soon answered when they saw two people to their left.

One was a large, burly man in his 40s with bulging muscles that were shown through his business suit. He had a scar over his right eye, had a tattoo of a dragon's head on the other side of his face, and wore an expression of utmost anger on his face. It was enough to have both Midoriya and Uraraka shaking from shear intimidation.

The other was a man in his 60s, bound in a wheelchair. He had wispy white hair and a somewhat athletic frame for someone his age. Even though his skin was wrinkled, Uraraka and Midoriya could still make out the various tattoos on his arms. They also noticed that the pinkie on his right hand was much smaller than the other fingers, as though it was crudely cut off. 'Yakuza.' They both thought.

"You must be Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka." The old man asked as the bigger man wheeled his chair over to the two students. The old man than gave the best bow he could, while Midoriya and Uraraka themselves gave bows out of respect. "My name is Shinobu Noshimuri. This is my escort, Raiki Watanabe." He added as he gestured to the man behind him. Watanabe only grunted in response. "Perhaps," Noshimuri continued, "it would be best if we could all have a seat." At this, the five of them made their way into the conference room next door. Once inside, Noshimuri and Watanabe sat on one end of the table while Midoriya and Uraraka sat on the other. Nezu sat within the middle between them.

"Now then," Noshimuri began, "you are probably wondering why I wished to speak with you two." Uraraka and Midoriya only nodded in response. Giving a small smile, Noshimuri said, "Lately, it has come to my attention that you and a few other heroes fought against my old syndicate, The Eight Precepts of Death. Also," he continued, "It has also come to my attention that you also aided in the rescue of a young girl named Eri, to whom I hold and care for dearly."

"Forgive me, Mr. Noshimuri," Midoriya said upon hearing his 'daughter's' name, "but how exactly do you know all of this?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, my boy," Noshimuri said with a sense of confidence, "I was the Capo for said group and was the teacher of Kai Chisaki, until a few months ago when I fell ill and gave control of the group to him. And to answer your question about Eri…she is my granddaughter."

At this revelation, Uraraka and Midoriya's eyes widen in shock. They had heard that Eri had a grandfather, but they never knew that he was alive and a former leader of the group that was holding her captive.

"When I got out of the hospital," Noshimuri said, not noticing the change in the teens' faces, "I had heard about what Chisaki had done to both the organization and to my little Eri. Needless to say, I was shocked and appalled by the details. So it's safe to say that I showed no remorse when I saw on the news that they found his burned remains. A perfect example of justice being served, if I do say so myself."

"B-But…" Uraraka stuttered slightly, still in shock by the previous announcement, "Wh-What does this have to do with Deku and I?"

"Ah, yes," Noshimuri said as he made a hand motion toward Watanabe, who picked up two black briefcases and placed them on the table. "I wish to commend you both for taking my granddaughter into your home. From what Nezu has told me," he added as he gestured toward the biped animal, "Eri has been taken good care of and that she has been extremely happy thanks to you two. For that, I am forever grateful. So, I wish to reward you both for all that you have done." After he motioned with his hand once more, Watanabe pushed the two briefcases toward Uraraka and Midoriya. As they caught said briefcases, the two students felt a strong force surge through their bodies, as a way of indicating Watanabe's strength.

When they opened the briefcases, Midoriya and Uraraka's eyes widen in shock: both cases were stuffed with cash. Chuckling at their amazement, Noshimuri said, "Consider what's in those briefcases compensation for any expenses you may have lost from raising Eri, plus a little extra to show my appreciation for what you've done. All in all, each briefcase contains 120 million yen."

Uraraka and Midoriya couldn't believe what they were seeing; 120 million yen was being given to them for taking care of Eri. Midoriya's mind raced at the thought of having all that money. He could pay off an outstanding student payments. He could give some to his mother as a way of saying thanks for raising him all those years when he was quirkless and had nearly lost hope of ever becoming a superhero. He could pay for Eri's tuition; she could go to the best public colleges in all of Japan!

Uraraka mind was going through a similar process. Not only could this be good for both them and Eri, but she could give a majority of this money to her parents. It was always her goal to become a hero and earn enough money to give her parents the life they deserved. The money in front of her could be used to kick start that goal. "So," she said as she glanced away to look at Noshimuri, "This is all for us?"

"Indeed," he said before a look of seriousness spread across his face, "if you were to return Eri to me."

Any hopes and dreams that formulated into Uraraka and Midoriya's minds were immediately shattered when those words came out of Noshimuri's mouth. Slowly, they looked up with impassive looks on their faces. "Give…Eri…back to you?" Midoriya asked slowly.

"Indeed." Noshimuri said with a nod. "She is my granddaughter, after all. Though I can assure you, she will be placed in a better home and will be treated well. When available, we could even set days when she could meet you two for a day."

Uraraka and Midoriya looked down at the money, still untouched. With this, they could use to help not just themselves, but their parents as well. Goals could be met, better living arrangements could be made, and even tuition wouldn't be a problem.

But it would mean having to give up perhaps the most precious thing in their lives. Eri was a child who suffered so much at a young age, and yet who always had a smile on her face whenever she made someone happy. She was selfless, caring, obedient, and was willing to help in any way she could. And then, there was the promise they made to her months ago:

"It's okay, Eri. We're here. You just had a bad dream, that's all."

"But….But it seemed so real."

"Believe us, Eri, we will never leave you, not in a million years."

As the two looked at each other, they both knew their answer.

"We're sorry, Mr. Noshimuri." Midoriya said as he and Ochako closed their cases and pushed them toward the old man. "But we cannot accept these terms."

"If the problem is the money," Noshimuri said as Watanabe took the briefcases, "then I can surely offer you le-"

"The problem isn't about the money." Uraraka interrupted as she and Midoriya rose from their chairs. "It's about Eri. We cannot let you take her away from us."

A long silence loomed through the air as the two students stared at the criminal and his underling. After a while, Noshimuri rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "I don't think you two understand what I said to you earlier. Eri is my granddaughter; I am her only living relative. Legally, she belongs with me."

"Oh, believe us, we understood." Midoriya said. "We know she's your granddaughter and we know she belongs with you." It was at that moment that his impassive expression turned dark as he glared at Noshimuri. "But do you honestly think we would give her up to you, a known head of a Yakuza gang that consisted of villains?"

"A man who turned his own flesh and blood over to a bunch of criminals so that they could do experiments on her." Ochako stated, her glare as equal as Midoriya's. "A man who knew the monster that he not only took under his wing, but also performed horrid experiment on a little girl."

"And you expect us to believe that you'll just put her in a safer environment than she was before we took her in?" Midoriya asked as he clenched his fists in anger. "You'll probably just leave her in the hands of others who just want to experiment on her even more. So if you think we're just going to accept your dirty money and give Eri away, then you can forget about it."

Noshimuri's once soft gaze changed into an angry glare. "I would be careful with what you say next." He growled deeply. "I am not asking you; I am telling you: if you do not give me my granddaughter, I will-"

"That is enough." Nezu said finally as he stood up from his chair and onto the table. "I will not tolerate any threats made to my students. And I must agree with Mr. Midoriya and Ms. Uraraka." He added as he slowly made his way to Noshimuri. "You may be Eri's legitimate family member, but you are also a criminal. The police entrusted U.A. High School to look after Eri and, thus, protect her from any harm that may come to her. In turn, I entrusted Mr. Midoriya and Ms. Uraraka to look after her and care for her. And from what I have heard from their fellow classmates and Eri's teacher, they have done a much better job in raising her than you or anyone else from your organization had ever done."

"Tough talk coming from a flea-infested, walking, talking, rodent freak." Watanabe finally said in a deep, menacing voice.

"This coming from the human gorilla." Nezu retorted, brushing the insult off as if it were dust on his suit. "Sure, you could try and have your assistant kill the three of us, Mr. Noshimuri," He continued, turning his attention back to the crime lord, "but I will remind you that this school houses some of the finest future heroes as well as many pro heroes who would be more than willing to take you both down in an instant. And one or two students aren't against killing a criminal." He added, making a slight reference to Bakugou. "So do us all a favor. Take your filthy money, take your lackey, and get off this campus."

Watanabe gnashed his teeth together, but Noshimuri held up a hand to silence him. Without another word, Watanabe placed both briefcases on his back and pushed his boss' wheelchair away from the table. As they reached the door, however, Noshimuri shot one last look of hatred toward Midoriya and Uraraka. "You'll both regret not taking me up on my offer." He growled through gritted teeth. "This isn't over." And with that, the crime boss and his lackey exited the room.

A few seconds of silence passed in the room as Midoriya, Uraraka, and Nezu's eyes were still fixated on the door. Soon, though, their expressions soon softened and Midoriya and Uraraka fell back into their seats. "You both did the right thing." Nezu said as he stood in front of them. "It takes true love and care of a person to deny an offer that incredible."

"Yeah," Midoriya said, "but what do we do now? We just made enemies with a Yakuza boss whose Eri's grandfather."

"I do have a few suggestions." Nezu said. "First, it might be best to have Eri spend some nights in Ms. Uraraka's room from time to time so as to not have her sleeping quarters be routine. Second, it would best to not let Eri go off campus for the rest of the month, lest someone tries to abduct her. Perhaps let her have playdates with that Satsuki girl at your dormitory. Finally, it would be best not to tell Eri about what was discussed here today. She is still recovering from her experience and we would not want any wounds to open up. If all of those seem reasonable, you are both dismissed and may head back to your dormitory."

Midoriya and Uraraka nodded; those did seem like fair suggestions. With that, they packed up their belongings and made their way out of the room. "I meant what I said earlier." Nezu said as the students reached the door. "About the fact that you two are raising Eri better than that dreadful organization. Even though it may be a while until Eri fully heals mentally, she seems to enjoy her life thanks to you two and the rest of Class 1-A." Midoriya and Uraraka both smiled at the principal for his kind words. And with that, they exited the room. 'I just hope they remember that Eri's stay is only temporary.' Nezu thought sadly as he watched them leave.

Neither Midoriya nor Uraraka spoke another word about the incident until they got to the 1-A dormitory. "We should probably tell the others about this so that they can be aware as well." Midoriya said.

"Agreed." Uraraka responded. "But we should wait until after we put Eri to bed." Midoriya nodded, and with that, both students entered the building only to be met by the rest of their classmates.

"What happened?" Momo asked in concern. "We heard that you both went to the principal's office."

"Was it about the hot sauce incident?" Mineta asked nervously.

"Did it have something to do with your grades?" Iida asked with annoyance. "I know you like spending time with Eri, but if you both wish to become heroes, your grades must come first."

"Mama? Papa?" A small voice asked. The class parted to reveal Eri, who was staring up at Midoriya and Uraraka with concern. "What's wrong?"

Both students smiled softly as Uraraka placed her hand on Eri's head. "It's nothing, sweetie." She replied. "Have you eaten yet?" When the little girl shook her head, Uraraka took her hand and led her into the kitchen.

Midoriya started to follow, but not before turning to his fellow classmates with a look of seriousness on his face. "Uraraka and I will explain everything later." He said quietly so as to not let Eri hear him. "We're asking that you all wait until Eri has been put to bed." And with that, he took his leave.

The rest of the evening continued without any incidents. After dinner, Ochako asked Eri if she would like to spend a few nights in her room, as a nice change of pace. Eri was more than happy to sleep in Uraraka's room from time to time, whispering to her that there was so much All Might memorabilia a person could intake or see. At around 8pm, Uraraka and Midoriya took Eri upstairs to bed. After tucking her in, they each gave her a good-night kiss before they closed the door.

After the easy part of the evening was done, they made their way down the stairs until they reached the living room, where they found the rest of Class 1-A staring back at them. "So," Bakugou said in an annoyed tone, "are you gonna tell us what happened or not?"

And with that, Midoriya and Uraraka told them everything, but in a quiet tone so as to not wake up Eri. About Noshimuri and that he was Eri's grandfather, how he offered them 120 million yen each in exchange for Eri, how they rejected his offer, and how he threatened them before he left. As they finished their story, they glanced around to see mixed reactions. Iida, Shouto, and a few others were shaking their heads in either shock or disgust. Momo, Mina, Aoyama, Tsuyu, and others had a hand over their mouths in shock. Mineta and a few just stood there with blank expressions on their faces. Bakugou and Kirishima, on the other hand, were clenching their fists in anger.

"Goddamn bastard." Bakugou said with a snarl. "Thinking that a little kid could be easily bought. You should've slammed his face into a wall, Deku." He added as he directed his glare at Midoriya.

"We didn't want things to get out of hand, Kacchan." Midoriya said calmly. "Besides, if we did attack Noshimuri, we would be proving that we're no better than him." Bakugou only replied with a scoff.

"Though I will agree with the principal." Iida said as he placed a hand on Midoriya and Uraraka's shoulders. "You both did the right thing about not accepting that money." At this, the rest of the class nodded in agreement.

"So what do we do now about Eri?" Mina asked with concern.

"Nezu told us that it would be best to keep an eye on Eri and her surroundings for the time being." Uraraka said. "He also said to not let her off-campus for the rest of the month. If she wants to spend time with friends like Satsuki, then they can hang out here." She added as she glanced at Tsuyu, who nodded in agreement.

"But the two of us cannot do this alone." Midoriya chimed in. "We need all of you to help out in any way you can. After the Simulation Joint and Training Camp invasions, we can't be too careful. Noshimuri has powerful connections in the underworld. Heck, Overhaul had connections with the League of Villains. We have to be on guard."

All the other students nodded in agreement; by angering the former head of the organization that held Eri captive, they had just made a whole new list of enemies. "Now then," Iida said after a while, "I'm sure the two of you are exhausted after what happened. I would thus suggest that you both head up to bed."

Midoriya and Uraraka both nodded; it had indeed been a rough day for them. Silently, they made their way upstairs. When they made it to the second floor, Midoriya turned to Uraraka. "Hey Uraraka," he said, "Mind if I accompany you to your room?" It was then that Uraraka's face turned a bright shade of pink. Noticing what she may have interpreted from what he said, Midoriya's face turned an equal shade as he waved his hands back and forth nervously. "I-I-I j-j-just wanted t-t-t-to check on Eri, that's all!" He stammered. At this explanation, Uraraka calmed down. With a nod, they both made their way up the stairs.

When they reached Uraraka's room, they opened the door slowly so as to not wake Eri up. They glanced in to see her curled up under her blanket, cuddling up with the Midoriya plushie that Momo had made for her a week ago. The memory of that day still brought a smile to both Midoriya and Uraraka's faces. When Koji had shown Eri the teddy bear and giraffe plushies in his room, he offered to let her have one of them. When she kindly refused, Momo offered to make one for her of her choosing. After thinking for a while, Eri asked if she could make a plushie of Midoriya, which was followed by a collection of "DAAAAAW"s from the girls. Midoriya, at that time, didn't know whether to blush in embarrassment or cry tears of joy.

Midoriya and Uraraka couldn't help but smile. They may have made a new enemy in Shinobu Noshimuri, but that would be an issue for another time. Right now, Eri was safe and happy with her life and with people who loved and cared for her. As they continued to watch Eri smile in her sleep, they remembered another reason why they turned down Noshimuri's offer. She may have been worth only 240 million yen to him, but to Midoriya and Uraraka…she was priceless.

And with that, Offers and Threats comes to an end. Thanks for reading this chapter! Again, this will help as an explanation in a future chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. I promise that the next chapter will be the Christmas and birthday chapter.

By the way, I met Justin Briner (the English voice actor for Midoriya) at Boston Comic Con on Saturday, August 11th. When asked what he thought about the IzuOcha ship, these were his words: "Yeah, man. I am all for those two as a couple." . . . . I thought I was going to explode with happiness. THE VOICE OF MIDORIYA IS IN SUPPORT OF THE SHIP! SOMEONE GRAB THE CHAMPAGNE!

Ha! But in all seriousness, that's awesome to know he supports it. I also got a photo with him (with Christopher Sabat [All Might] photobombing us!).

And kudos to Black Fuego Rio and Discord user Igneel Seishouki for editing this chapter.

Anyway, don't forget to favorite, comment and follow for more.

Until the next chapter, this is AnimeFan299110, telling you all to go beyond...PLUS ULTRA!

#eri #my hero academia #izuocha #Family Matters #fluff #fanfic

[demon-snacks]

Family Secrets Ch 4

Summary: Left alone in the bunker for a few days, the reader tries to keep busy. Once the boys are back from their hunting trip, Sam corners you to have a conversation about things that happened before he left. Left with a choice to make, you end up having a heart to heart with someone unexpected.

Word Count: 2,400

Characters: Sam x Plus size reader, Dean, mention of moms.

Warnings: Angst, flirting, mention of deaths, alcohol, fluff? kind of?

A/N: I wanna thank everyone who has been giving this series some love. Y’all drive me to write more, and your likes and comments just add fuel. Am I trying to make a car analogy here? What has this turned into. This is sort of the last chapter before I try to switch things up. Will the reader leave? Will they stay? Will Dean always be a dick? Not even I know! Just kidding, I do know. As usual, any italics that aren’t in quotes are internal thoughts. The lyrics in the first part of the fic are from Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, all mistakes are my own.

Catch up: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Masterlist

The wind whipped around the inside of the car as you drove down the road. The boys had gone off on a case and would be gone for a few days, so you had the bunker all to yourself. This had been nice for the first few days, until your thoughts started getting the better of you. Today you woke up on a mission to keep yourself busy, and decided to give the kitchen a good clean. As incentive to finish what you started you decided to head to the store and get baking supplies first.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you crank the volume up on the radio. The song coming through the speakers was one of your favorites, and you quickly lost yourself in it. When moments like these came along you grasped them, allowing them to take over for however brief a time, almost mourning them when they passed. Moments when you felt joy, or even just like you were able to exist right then and there without feeling like the world was closing in on you. Moments like these. A smile grew across your face as you belted out the lyrics, drumming on the steering wheel. “But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness, like a heartbeat drives you mad, in the stillness of remembering what you had. And what you lost. And what you haaad. And what you lost.”

You returned from the grocery store, dropping the cumbersome bags on the kitchen counter with a groan. Once you were inside the grocery store you wandered the isles looking for anything that caught your eye. In the end you had decided to get ingredients to bake brownies, as well as something to make for dinner. You also went a little overboard on the snacks, but that was never a bad thing. Before emptying the contents of the bags you paused to put some music on. You settled on a good 80s/90s playlist. As the music began to fill the room you got right to work.

The kitchen really had been a mess. It took an hour just to clean out and wipe down the fridge. Do these boys even know how to put food away? If i have to clean up one more open plate of food I’m gonna snap. Oh look, another half eaten cheeseburger. Everything was clean and in its proper place now though. Leaning against the counter you take a long look around, admiring your hard work. A couple minutes had passed when your phone buzzed on the counter beside you. It was a text from Sam.

Sam>> Everything went fine. No major injuries, just a few stitches. We’re headed back now, should be home by 9 tonight.

(Y/N)>> Glad the hunt went well. I’m making pasta for dinner, plenty for everyone. See you when you get here.

Sam>> Oh man, now I’m even more excited to get back.

(Y/N)>> Just wait until you see what’s for dessert 😉

Sam>> Let’s do dessert first.

(Y/N)>> Patience, Winchester. Good things come to those who practice it.

Sam>> I can’t wait to see you..

On that note you set your phone down with a smirk. It was the day after Sam had come to your room looking for company when they had gotten the call. One of their hunter friends needed help with a case, which meant they left immediately. The way they just went to help without questioning it surprised you, not many people would do that. However, it also meant that you and Sam hadn’t had the chance to talk about what had happened between the two of you. Not that there was a whole lot to talk about, it was just fooling around. Still, you weren’t sure how he felt about it.

Pushing yourself off the counter with a sigh, you decide to take a shower and get changed before baking the brownies you had decided to make for dessert.

You were stirring the sauce on the stove top when you heard the door to the bunker shut. It sounded as if the brothers were racing to try and get to the bottom of the stairs first. The first face you saw belonged to Sam, who was closely followed by Dean.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here, (Y/N)!” Sam announced.

“Yeah, it really does.” Dean agreed, walking over to check out what you were cooking for dinner. Their timing was great, you were just about to drain the pasta.

“Home just in time for me to plate dinner. It’s almost as if you boys have an extra spidey sense just for food.” you say, pouring the pasta into the strainer. While you were occupied Dean stuck his finger in the sauce to get a taste. His eyes grew wide and he frantically pointed at the contents of the pan, mouthing how good it was to Sam. He stopped abruptly when you turned to grab an empty plate.

Dean took the first plate, sitting himself at the table and not wasting any time before digging in. You were piling food on the second plate when Sam stepped up to your side and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in. As he bent down to bring his lips to your ear your eyes darted over to Dean. He was far too lost in his dinner to notice anything around him.

“I really do appreciate this.” Sam whispered. His lips pressed against your temple before he pulled away. The moment was brief, but you still found your heart fluttering at the way he touched you. What are you doing? Calm down, it’s just a measly little kiss. You offer him the plate of food along with a small smile, before turning to dish out your own.

Dean was moaning as he shoveled another bite into his mouth when you took your seat across from him at the table.

“This is amazing, (Y/N). What is it?” He asked with a noodle hanging out of his mouth.

“Just some linguine with a garlic sage cream sauce.” you shrugged, twirling a bite onto your fork.

“JUST some linguine.. give yourself some credit, (Y/N). This is seriously good.” Sam managed to say between bites.

“Better than anything Sammy ever made.” said Dean, before receiving a kick from under the table.

“I may have worked in a kitchen or two over the years.” you remarked slyly, taking a bite yourself.

The conversation was light throughout dinner, led mostly by Sam. You talked about the hunt, Sam explained that their friend Donna needed help taking down a local nest of vamps. Dean didn’t really say much, focused on devouring his second helping. When you had finished eating you placed your plate in the sink and started heading for your room.

You were halfway down the hall when you heard footfalls behind you. Turning, you saw Sam jogging up to you, a smile spread across his face.

“Hey,” he said, coming to a halt in front of you, “can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Pulling you around the corner so Dean wouldn’t see you two if he came down the hall, he began talking. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. Why? should I not be?” you responded, raising an eyebrow.

“No, no, I was just wondering. We kinda rushed off before you and I had the chance to talk. I was so busy with everything I didn’t have time to text you or anything, and you were stuck in this place for days without company. I know how your mind wanders, and I was just worried that maybe you thought that I was avoiding you or something.” his eyes never left yours, even after he finished speaking. He was trying to gauge your response, your feelings. You heaved a sigh before responding.

“Sam, I’m fine. I’ve survived a lot worse than a few days alone in a bunker. Besides, the whole place is warded.” his face fell a bit. It wasn’t demons he was worried about. “And don’t worry about the other night,” you waved your hand in the air, “we were just fooling around, having a little fun. Besides, I’ll be out of your hair soon anyway. I found two towns that look promising. I’ll be heading out in a couple days once I pick one and pack up.”

Closing the space between you in one stride, he reached his hand up and ran his fingertips along your jaw. “(Y/N), I like you. I like being around you, I like making you laugh, I like the way you smell, and the way you don’t take any shit from anyone. When I was away these past few days.. it made me realize just how much I care about you. I’m falling for you, (Y/N),” his words made the breath catch in your throat, “and that scares the hell out of me.” He paused then to take a shaky breath. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, it really is, but please stay. This place, it’s a fortress against what you’re running from. I just want you to be safe, (Y/N). Please stay..” His voice trailed off, but his words hung in the air. This was too much. You didn’t know how to react. Your mind was screaming at you to run, to just leave tonight while they were sleeping. Your body wouldn’t move though, as if his mere presence was keeping you in place. You suddenly realized that you had stopped breathing. Head swimming, you took a deep breath.

“I can’t risk getting involved with anyone,” your voice nearly a whisper, “it always ends badly.” you say, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

He bent down then and placed a soft, deep kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help but lean into it. After a moment he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “Just think about it. Please.” he said, his hot breath splaying across your face in the close proximity. Pulling away, he turned and walked down the hall and into his room.

This can’t be happening. The thoughts would not stop whirling around your mind. You wanted to leave, knowing that it would be the right thing to do, but the possibility of what could happen if you stay was strong. You glanced over at the clock and sighed heavily. It read 2:17am. Clearly you weren’t going to be getting any sleep tonight, so you decide to haul yourself out of bed. You grabbed the old, weathered journal that was on your desk before leaving the room.

Walking into the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of whiskey and sat down on the cold floor, leaning back against the cabinets. This was all so much to process. You opened the journal in front of you before taking a swig from the bottle in your hand. Whenever things got real bad, or whenever you needed a reminder that happiness can exist if only for a short time, you turned to this journal. It was one of the two things you had kept from your childhood, the second being the cloak you were wrapped in so long ago under those floor boards. You don’t allow yourself to dwell on that memory though, and instead became lost in the words that had been written.

You sat there for some time, alone with your thoughts. Well, not really alone, you had the journal. The more you drank, the more you found your fingers ghosting along the handwriting that covered the pages. Some entries were short, only a few sentences. Others were pages long, depicting family outings and fond memories. You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the fridge door opening. Not bothering to see who it was that was up this late you lift the bottle to your lips before placing it on the floor. The clink of the glass against the tile caused Dean to look over.

“What are you doing up?” he inquired.

“Drinking.” You responded. He took in the sight of you for a moment, sitting there, journal on the floor between your legs, clearly struggling with something.

“Mind if I join you? That’s some good whiskey.”

“Whatever floats your boat.” you slur, not caring. He sat himself on the floor next to you, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. The moments passed in silence, the two of you passing the bottle back and forth. Finally he decided to speak.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the journal. The bottle was in your hand now, the writing on the pages before you starting to blur together.

“It was my mothers.” you tell him, touching the pages softly. A few more moments of silence passed before you took another gulp of whiskey.

“Sam told me what happened when you were little. Probably didn’t tell me everything, but he told me enough.” He paused, resting his elbows on his knees and looking down at the floor. “I lost my mom too ya know.” His response was quiet, almost as if he were talking to himself. It wasn’t often that he spoke to you like this, without poking fun or being a smart ass. In fact, aside from his comments about dinner earlier, this was the first real conversation the two of you had ever had. You held the bottle out to him, a silent acknowledgement of his pain, from one broken person to another. He took it.

After a long sip, he sighed. “I sat on the front lawn holding little Sammy as he cried, watching my house burn to the ground. Knowing that my mother was burning too.” he confessed. “That stuff, it never leaves you.”

“I know.” you whispered.

Placing the bottle down between you, Dean placed his hand on your knee. “I’m sorry about what happened to your mom, (Y/N).” he gave your knee a gentle squeeze before bringing it back to settle on his thigh.

Your instinct would normally have been to respond with something cold, pushing him away emotionally. Instead, you found an entirely different response falling out of your mouth. “I’m sorry about your mom too, Dean. We deserved better.”

“Yeah.. yeah we did..”

Sitting there on the cold tile, body numb from the whiskey, emotions raw, you found your thoughts shifting. Maybe you really didn’t have to leave. Maybe you don’t have to be alone forever.

Tag list is open, send an ask if you want in (:

Tags

@kdfrqqg @lucifer-in-leather @pisces-cutie

#sam x plus size reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #spn fandom #spn fanfic #fanfic writer #family secrets #ch 4

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Jessi you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Molly Weasley!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

We’re so excited to have a Molly again! She’s an important part to the RP and we’re very excited to see a tough, young Molly on our dash!  *your faceclaim change to Christina Hendricks has been accepted

application beneath the cut 

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Jessi, 23, She/Her

ACTIVITY

I currently work M-F, sometimes weekends, but it’s a part time job and I have enough time most days to get to replies, so a solid 8 or 9.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

The Molly Weasley tag!!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I def connected with Molly Weasley. Seeing her take in Harry without any preconceived ideas of who Harry Potter is and understanding that he never signed up for everyone gaping at him.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Is it okay if I RP Molly as pregnant with Ron? :D

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Molly Olivia Weasley.

Molly’s mom wanted to keep the family tradition of naming their first daughter with a name beginning with M and the middle name of Olivia.

FACE CLAIM

Christina Hendricks who’s facial expressions are very expressive and very Molly Weasley like. She also has a very Molly Weasley figure.

Isla Fisher, like Christina, has very expressive and very Molly Weasley facial expressions.

Elaborate on why you would like to play this character. Just tell us, what made you pick this character and what made you fall in love with them. This can be as long or as short as you want to, though showing your love for the character is encouraged as it is something we look at when we can’t decide between applications.

Like I mentioned earlier, I was very drawn to Molly because she took in Harry without the intention of getting close to him because he’s Harry Potter. She recognized that he didn’t have the family unit he deserved - that while she had no evidence, they were physically abusive, and without a doubt mentally abusive. She also has Ginny’s fiery personality. Where else would she get it from? She took the job of full-time mother as a Fuck You™ to patriarchy, to prove that yes, some women take on the role of a mother because it’s their choice, despite getting the extra needed schooling to become a social worker (and yes, she did get all the certifications to be a social worker, but by that time she was ready to go on maternity leave had she gotten a job and she made the decision to be a mother).

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Molly is a firm believer in romance, evident in the fact that she brewed a love potion during her fifth year at Hogwarts. Getting married and having children was always Molly’s plan and she couldn’t imagine her life without her husband. After experimentation before getting together with Arthur, she identifies as a female and heterosexual, and uses the pronouns she/her.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-A MOODBOARD: https://savedthosefeelingsforyou.tumblr.com/post/174550145591/molly-weasley-moodboard

-AESTHETICS: Stevie Nicks, laughing babies, Firewhiskey infused tea, freshly baked cookies, morning sex, a crackling fire, a record player

-A FEW HEADCANONS:

If there’s one thing that always surprises people, it’s that Molly Weasley is very competitive.

If there’s one thing that always surprises people, it’s that Molly Weasley is very competitive.

At only 5′2″, Molly is quite petite. Despite this, she often gets a lot of unwanted attention for her breasts. She especially got it during her time at Hogwarts. Now she’s perfectly comfortable with her body, but during her teenage years, she hated the attention she got (girls at that age aren’t particularly nice when it comes to body image).

Molly has considerable back problems because of her breast size. Five pregnancies certainly hasn’t helped either.

Her favorite thing to add to food is hot sauce. She will put it on anything and everything.

If there’s one thing Molly loves to do more then knitting when she’s stressed (or angry), it’s cleaning things the muggle way. Something about hand washing dishes really takes away the emotions of stress/anger.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“A potion that instantly cures any kind of sickness in children. Not only is it rough watching them suffer, losing sleep because your child is coughing, vomitting, or crying because their throat is sore is rough. It’s already hard enough getting enough sleep as it is and adding sickness is not ideal.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“I initially thought of bringing Arthur, but the boys need their father in case something were to happen to the two of us. I would bring my father. He’s one of the smartest, loving, and reliable person I’ve ever known. He reminds me so much of Arthur and I know I would be safe with him at my side. I would bring a first aid kit - something basic with all the needed potions and material one needs in case of an emergency. I would also bring extra potions like a warming potion, a calming drought, and extra water.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“This one is surprising considering how many children I have, but picking out names for said children. Arthur and I had prechosen names for all five of our boys and Bill’s name is the only one that stuck. When Charlie, Percy, and the twins were born, it was very evident that they weren’t meant to be named the names we had chosen for them.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“That I’m not fit to be a mother or that I’m not a good mother. I would also hate someone saying I’m not a good friend and wife because without Arthur or my friends, I wouldn’t be half the woman I am today. They’re my support system.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Molly instantly jumps into action - her ability to make any house a home one of the many things she takes pride in. She takes pride in being the Mother Figure™ in the Order. She has made it her personal mission to allow anyone and everyone take refuge at The Burrow if they need a shoulder to cry on, a warm bed, or a hot meal. But what’s more, she takes her responsibilities of taking care of the wounded and ill very seriously. She instantly goes into Mother Mode™, pushing her limited Healer’s knowledge to make sure everyone’s cared for.

WRITING SAMPLE

Having five older kids, all very much like their father, and being pregnant with another kid (Nicholas Bilius if you were to ask if she had a named picked out yet), Molly needed to get out of the house. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of her kids fighting with each other, or the screaming and running around. Even going outside seemed to have lost her kids interest, as they were constantly fighting about who could fly which broom. Even Percy was getting cabin fever, a feat not often achieved as he was usually happy when he was at home reading his books.

So Molly decided to take them to the all wizarding town of Hogsmeade. She wasn’t entirely sure what they would do once they got there, but she needed the time out of the house as much as her kids did. For once, since she had found out she was pregnant, she was up to the task of taking five boys. Morning sickness was proving to be difficult at this point in the pregnancy. Granted, it wasn’t as bad as her previous pregnancy (her pregnancy with the twins had proven to be her most difficult yet).

Packing the essentials and making sure she brought extra jackets just in case her boys got cold (which she knew they probably wouldn’t because they were always running around), Molly flooed herself and her five kids into The Three Broomsticks. Had she not been pregnant, she would have apparated, but she found apparition made her nauseous (again, morning sickness was proving to be harder with each pregnancy - especially now that she was older) and that was the last thing she deal with to be outside of the comfort of her own home while she had to wrangle five kids.

They quickly walked out of the crowded pub and Molly found a table outside in the sun and sat herself down, her kids running around and looking into the shops aligning the cobblestoned street. Being their nap time, George was the first of the two to claim his spot on Molly’s lap, cuddling himself into her already swollen belly. Fred was the more active one of the two, so he ran after his brothers, not realizing his twin wasn’t there with him. George cuddled closely into his mother and let a thumb wonder to his mouth as he rested his head on her swollen chest.

#Accepted App #hp rp #Molly Weasley #lsrpg #skeleton rp