#sweet-kiddo-stardust

[tonberry-yoda]

I saw that your requests were open and Im taking full advantage because of a dream I had. OKAY HEAR ME OUT- fem reader or gn reader whichever works best for you, platonic ofc The reader gets thrown into the whole SDC adventure and everyone lives! However the crusaders find out LAST MINUTE at the airport that the reader actually has NO WHERE to go. Something along the lines of Joseph asking "Hey Kiddo .. where do you need a ticket too?" And the reader was like "huh, oh idk whatever is cheapest" and the crusaders are like ????? "what the fuck" After asking the reader more questions because and also scolding them bc like "why didn't you tell us during the ENTIRE trip??" and the reader is like actually shocked and expressed they weren't expecting anyone to care, from the get-go, through everything, was expecting to have to move on even if they didn't want to? For this scenario Avdol and Joseph are hurt for the reader, but Avdol the most.. maybe you can fill in the blanks but in the end Avdol straight up adopts the reader?? Im a HUGE sucker for parental avdol bc he's literally the perfect Dad. Maybe bonus points if you include everyone's reactions? I can imagine all of them being shocked, sad for their friend who went through hell just to not have anywhere to go after that. ITS LIKE A LOT OF ANGST BUT WITH SOME SWEET MOMENTS AND A HAPPY ENDING

oh my goodness this idea is literally SO AMAZING! like, best dream ever! i love these everyone lives AUs, they make my soul sing! and seriously, the platonic reader is my favorite, so this request was literally perfect! thanks so much for the request anon! sorry if it took a while!

SDC with a f!reader who doesnt have a home to go to (platonic)

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 765

Notes - again, i loved this so much! i had a blast writing it and i really hope you enjoy it anon and have a great day!!! <3 also, i have one more request before i open requests again yay!!!!! <333 (image not mine)

You hugged onto Avdol’s arm knowing that it would probably be your last moments with him before moving on.

You were nothing but thankful for the Stardust Crusaders. They found you at a time in need. When you could’ve possibly been overtaken by DIO, they were right there, ready to help you and even willing to let you join. They meant the world to you. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had a home.

You looked up to everyone. They were all so strong. Without them, you wouldn't have the smile on your face like you did in Egypt. Even through the long and hard journey, they were right there with you helping you and leading the way for you to succeed and be happy.

“Alright kiddo, let me buy you a ticket,” Joseph whipped out his wallet and turned to you. “Where’s home for you?”

“Oh,” you let go of Avdol and looked at the flights they had available. “I don't really care, Joseph, just buy me whatever’s cheapest.”

Joseph let out a laugh. “Seriously kid, I'm not worried about the price! Where do you need to go?”

“I don't mind. Just ship me off to wherever.” You knew it was your last moments with them and you didn't want to get all sappy, so you hoped Joseph would just buy whatever so you can move on without a sob story even though you really felt like you should.

“What’s going on?” Kakyoin walked up and wrapped his arm around you.

Joseph turned to him and pinched the bridge of his nose. “y/n won't tell me where she needs to go.”

“y/n,” you turned to Jotaro who walked up to you, putting his hands in his pockets. “Do you even have anywhere to go?”

You couldn't help but tear up. “N-No… not really.”

Everyone turned to you, Avdol with tears in his eyes. “WHAT?!”

You shrugged and sat on the nearest bench. “Sorry I didn't tell you guys before… I just… I felt so at home with you guys that I didn't even think to tell you that I actually don't have a home. DIO gave me more of a home than I ever was in before and that says a lot.”

“Mon chéri!" Polnareff ran up to you and grabbed your chin softly. “Were you just afraid to tell us?”

You shrugged and hugged your knees. “I-I guess. I just… I didn't want to be taken away from you guys. And now we’re in the airport way sooner than I thought we would be and I don't want to go anywhere. I mean… I do, but I don't want to be alone again.”

Polnareff rubbed your back while Kakyoin was giving you example’s of places to live. Iggy licked your leg and Jotaro was agreeing with Kakyoin. All the while, Joseph and Avdol were trying to figure something out.

“y/n can't just live all by herself, Joseph!” Avdol didn't mind that there were tears running down his cheeks. “After all we have been through!”

“I mean, I can't take her because I have so much to deal with already! And I know that Jotaro and Kakyoin can't because they're so young. What about Polnareff?”

“I don't know. I think Polnareff needs some alone time after all of that. Plus, he’s adopted Iggy.”

“What about you, Avdol?”

The tears that once filled Avdol’s eyes stopped. “M-Me?”

“Yes you! You’re like a father to that girl!”

“But I-”

“Avdol,” Joseph placed his hand on Avdol’s shoulder, smiling at him. “I know you can do it.”

“You really think so?”

“I do.”

“I mean, Japan is super nice, but I've heard it’s a pretty difficult language to learn if you didn't grow up speaking it,” Kakyoin was still going on about the places you could move to when Avdol walked up. “And there’s also- Oh! Avdol! Have you figured out something for y/n?”

Avdol smiled and grabbed your hand. “y/n?”

“Y-Yeah?” Your dirt and tears stained face that smiled at him made Avdol know that he was making the right decision.

“Would you like to live with me?”

“L-Live with you?” Your eyes were glittering with tears.

“Yes. I'll adopt you. How does that sound?”

Before Avdol could even process anything, you threw your arms around him and sobbed in his arms. “Of course I want to live with you!!”

Avdol held you close and Joseph bought an extra ticket for you to go with Avdol.

You wouldn't have to worry about being alone any longer.

#sdc #stardust crusaders #jjba #sdc platonic #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 3 #jotaro kujo #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3 #request #anon #thanks!!! #requests will open soon!

[sakura-chan-25]

Obey Me! Agere Nicknames Part 1

Nicknames the boys like to call their little ones/like to be called while small ^^

(Related to the brothers agere headcanons and the dateables agere headcanons)

Part 2 here!

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Lucifer (Caregiver):

Little one

Dove

Precious

Mammon (Regressor):

Sunshine

Precious

Kiddo

Leviathan (Regressor):

Babyboy

Little warrior

Baby shark

Satan (Flip):

As caregiver:

Kitty/kitten

Love

Little one

As regressor:

Kiddo

Dove

Cutie (because of Asmo)

Asmodeus (Flip):

As caregiver:

Bunny

Sweetheart

Cutie

As regressor:

Doll

Sweetie

Bun-bun (because of Solomon)

Beelzebub (Caregiver):

Pumpkin

Baby Bear

Muffin

Belphegor (Regressor):

Little stardust

Starlight

Sleepy bear (because of Beel)

Diavolo (Regressor):

Cub

Munchkin

Lovebug

Barbatos (Caregiver):

Darling

Buttercup

Sweetheart

Simeon (Caregiver):

(Little) lamb

Sugar

Angel

Solomon (Flip):

As caregiver:

Bun-bun

Dear

Sweet pea

As regressor:

Baby

Kiddo

Bunny (because of Asmo)

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A/n: That was harder than I thought. I'll make a part 2 with nicknames the boys like to call their caregiver/like being called as cargivers. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D

#obey me #obey me comfort #obey me fluff #obey me agere #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me dateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #age regression #sfw agere

[ahomeganeyatsu]

Promise

AU where Kayden is a wandering sorcerer and Jiwoo is his student. ft. soft Kayden and sick Jiwoo.

Read on ao3 here.

“I can’t believe you kid.” He removes his hand from the too warm forehead, the azure glow of his magic fading from sight. “I know you want to learn but pushing yourself like that was really stupid of you.” His face was nothing if not irritated, but the soft brush of his fingers through the boy’s hair belied the worry he kept behind the mask.

“I’m sorry Kayden-hyung,” the boy apologizes. His body shakes as he coughs and Kayden clicks his tongue.

“Whatever, kid. Just try to be mindful of your limits. You’ve improved a lot, but it’s no use if you’re going to land yourself on a bed half the time.”

He never really expected to take on a student. He’s never really thought of passing down his way of magic. Jiwoo’s just a kid that stumbled upon his sorry form and decided to take him home. It didn’t even matter that he hadn’t been human at the time. And even after finding out, it didn’t change much of the situation. It was just a surprise the kid knew how to do magic. He had no formal training, but from what Kayden had seen the kid had potential.

He’s not sure what made him decide to help the kid. A debt repaid maybe? Or was it because he reminded Kayden of himself—alone in the world and no help in sight. Whatever it was, Kayden found himself teaching Jiwoo.

A lot of kids were like him. If the wrong sort found him, who knows what would’ve happened to him.

He takes the kid in his arms, and easily lifts him. He makes sure to keep his hold on him tight. As he stands, his magic coats the bottom of his boots. Another step and he's flashing through the terrain, trails of his magic like stardust where he had once been.

He’s far from any towns. Shinwa more than a day’s journey and Jiwoo didn’t have that time. He never thought the day would come where he would consider coming to him for help.

He never thought he’d meet someone like Jiwoo either.

Kind, sweet. soft, and bursting with brightness. Sunshine in mortal form. Kayden had wondered if the boy had been starlight that descended on Earth. But all his observations told him Jiwoo was mortal, human. Not when he bled red like the rest of them.

And there’s a protectiveness in Kayden, a panic that settled and made a home inside of him at the thought of Jiwoo hurt. The kind that made him want to raze the world to the ground.

He reaches his destination in a few breaths. He pulses his magic, letting the wards detect him. He could feel the wards blanch at his presence. It seems he wasn’t the only one who didn’t expect him.

The door glimmers into existence at the trunk of the largest tree. It creaks open, and a familiar scowling face greets him. A light brow arches as sky blue-eyes meet his person. He tries to hide the surprise as it catches the bundle in Kayden’s eyes.

“When I told you to find something that’ll keep you from fighting, I didn’t mean adopting a kid.”

“Shut up, Kartain. Now let us in and look him over, will you?”

“Is that the way you talk to someone you're asking for help?” He still steps aside and lets Kayden through the threshold. Jiwoo shivers at the foreign magic. The wards give them both a thorough scan.

He catches the look in Kartain’s eyes and shakes his head. “I’m here for him.”

Kartain holds his gaze a little longer and huffs, exasperated. “This kid must be really special.”

You have no idea, he wants to say, but why grant Kartain the admission? The fact he came to him was already telling.

He sets Jiwoo down on the cot that appeared. The boy groans and his eyes flutter open. “Hyung?”

“Hey, kiddo. You’ll be alright. Just hang in there.” He moves to rise from hovering over Jiwoo when a hand tugs at his sleeves.

“Don’t go. Don’t leave me.” His tawny eyes gleam with unshed tears. They nearly spill as his lips wobble. Fingers weak as they try to keep a grasp on Kayden.

Kayden’s face softens as he cups the boy’s cheek. Thumb brushing at the corner of his eye. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here, okay?”

“Promise?” He raises a pinky and Kayden stifles the laugh, finding his student adorable. He twines their pinkies together. Letting a spark of his magic meet Jiwoo’s own eager magic, wrapping them together.

“Promise. Rest, kiddo. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Jiwoo hums and closes his eyes. He doesn’t let go of Kayden and the latter doesn’t take his hand away either.

He looks up to see Kartain observing him. He doesn’t know how to read the look in the other man’s face. He waits for him to say something. The other sorcerer usually does. Except, he remains silent.

He doesn’t send Kayden away when he starts. Usually, he works in private. It’s something he never budges on. Kayden doesn’t mention it. He doesn’t thank him for it either.

#eleceed fanfic #eleceed #seo jiwoo #kayden #kayden break #kartain #soft kayden #sick jiwoo #sick fic

[sunnydice]

fluffveebee for the compliment thing :] sorry for accidentally unfollowing king

don't wrry stardust anyrhing for you stardust :]

for fluffveebee WELL he is my dear pal hermanito swag hooking him under my arm and swinging her around what more is there to say...incredibly funny n sweet kiddo who brings ppl together and has persevered through sm and well. iam proud of her to be frank w you :]

#ask games #mostcertainlynotcis #n her art style n coloring FUCKS TOO SHOUT OUT T THAT JOINT PIECE WE DID TGETHER ID PUT IT OK MY FRIDGE IF I COULD

[mrsjojokujo]

Kskwkwkwkuwuw- I uh-

If you aren't up to taking any requests, i saw your post of having 100 bbys with okuyasu in sims so,,

Maybe a platonic,,, platonic Stardust Crusaders with a vampire kid? Maybe the bby is so sweet and refuses to actually drink human blood and settles for squirrels or maybe donated blood from hospitals-

You can ignore this though- Its understandable that you and okuyasu need to kidnap kids in sims-

PLS I SWEAR IM NOT KIDNAPPING THEM THEY’RE BIOLOGICAL...also the three toddlers in the Nijimura household can wait, i gotta indulge in this

Jotaro

-Jotaro is a bit worried for you, wanting to make sure you get the right nutrition and that you’re healthy

-Jotaro would even considering giving his own blood up for you, he just wants to make sure you’re fed

-He keeps a very specific schedule on when you need to be fed even when you’re a little too old to need one

-Jotaro makes sure you have a lot of meat in your diet and sometimes...he doesn’t tell you just so he doesn’t hurt your kind heart

- “No, no Y/N we do not bite!”

-Jotaro just loves you so much that he can’t help but worry but it’s all worth it when you fall asleep on his chest at the end of the day

Kakyoin

-Kakyoin is even more worried than Jotaro, making sure to slather you in sunscreen even when you’re inside the house

- “Aah! Y/N be careful! We can’t have you getting burnt, sweetheart.”

-Kakyoin will get you to drink blood by carefully mixing it into others things but...his red apron is a bit...scary

-But Kakyoin just wants what’s best for you, trying to take care of you the best he can

-He’s also...very careful of your teeth

-He really is trying though, please appreciate him

Polnareff

-Polnareff is very dumb and he almost...uh puts you in DIRECT SUNLIGHT A COUPLE TIMES

-LIKE PLEASE POLNAREFF REMEMBER THAT THE BABY HAS TO BE PROTECTED

-He also tries to convince you to drink peoples blood a lot, promising you that he’ll give you candy afterwards

- “Come on, kiddo. Please? If you drink the bad mans blood I’ll give you a lollypop!”

-And of course, you refuse. Your morale is too strong to be bribed by a lollypop...maybe ice cream though...

-Even though Polnareff isn’t the most...responsible he makes up for it in love!!

Avdol

-Avdol always remembers absolutely everything about you, remembering when you’re supposed to eat, what you’re supposed to eat and the best and safest times in the day to go out

-He wants you to grow up as normal as possible, he doesn’t want you to feel any less normal than other kids your age

-Avdol completely understands why you don’t want to drink blood, he wouldn’t want to either!!

-He always makes sure to go to blood banks and stuff, taking only a tiny bit of blood

-Sometimes he even gives up his own blood for you

-Avdol is so sweet and caring and warm, good parental figure 1000%

Joseph

-He already knows a lot about kids but...you’re a bit different...he’s never had a vampire child

-Much like Polnareff what he lacks in responsibility he makes up for in love 

-He’ll also try to sneak blood in your food or drinks just because he wants you to be healthy

-Let’s be honest though, he’s going to dress you up more like a vampire to fully enjoy the aesthetic

-He’s pretty careful with you though, besides sometimes almost dropping you

-I promise he loves you he just...isn’t very responsible 

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro headcanons #jotaro kujo #jotaro #jotaro kujo headcanons #kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin headcanons #kakyoin noriaki headcanons #jean pierre polnareff #jean pierre polnareff headcanons #polnareff headcanons #polnareff #avdol #muhammad avdol #muhammad avdol headcanons #avdol headcanons #joseph joestar #joseph joestar headcanons #request

[costellos]

a/n: the Crusaders have a very special place in my heart during the holidays. I finished Part 3 around this time last year, and things were a lil rough then. as a result, I wanted to focus on happier things for this year! so without further ado, here are ya fav globe-trotting boys and their fav holiday traditions.

tw: mentions of death and alcohol in Polnareff’s section.

❥ ┋ ❝ stardust crusaders & their favorite holiday traditions to do with you!

joseph joestar.

Joseph’s favorite holiday tradition is putting up Christmas lights.

the eldest Joestar is really obnoxious when it comes to holiday traditions. while he loves them all, he has a particular affinity for decking out his house in elaborate light displays. it brings him a lot of good memories from when Holly and Jotaro were still young.

that said, he has to get you involved in helping him. he pulls out the biggest boxes from storage and drops them at your feet. despite his being a literal millionaire, it feels very... suburban. not that you mind. you knew exactly what you were getting into when it came to Joseph. that childish zeal for everything keeps you on your toes, and while putting up lights may not be the most fun activity in the world, his boisterous laugh makes you think otherwise.

Joseph’s smiling ear-to-ear as you help him, especially when you set up an LED wire reindeer without his help. but nothing will top that toothy grin when you’re standing side-by-side, right in front of the house, and he plugs in the displays.

the house erupts into a flurry of colors ― blues, reds, whites, greens ― too many for you to count. that LED wire reindeer comes to life, with its head slowly rising and falling. and the trees, all laced with bulbs that mimic stars more than tacky lights from Home Depot, twinkle and dance to the displays around them. it’s beautiful. (and like him, a little obnoxious.)

you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, pulling you to Joseph’s enormous figure. though his smile is unwavering, his gaze isn’t on the house in front of you. no, it’s on you yourself. for all the sweat and effort you both put into this, his attention still falls back to you. ↳ “haha! there you have it. you have a real knack for this, kiddo. couldn’t’ve done it without you. ...now let’s go back inside, I can’t feel my damn fingers...!” 

muhammad avdol.

Avdol’s favorite holiday tradition is drinking hot chocolate.

though he doesn’t celebrate Christmas, Avdol enjoys the traditions that come with it for you. his personal favorite is drinking something hot after a long day. Cairo may be in the desert, but it still gets quite chilly at night!

he usually opts for tea in the evening (masala chai being his favorite), but he’s starting to warm up to hot chocolate. while American hot chocolate is far too sweet for him, a pinch of cayenne pepper and a little cinnamon makes it more tolerable.

it’s become something of a challenge to get him to drink hot chocolate. it’s not his first choice. sure, he’ll still drink it if you offer, but you’re quick to notice that small grimace as he takes his first sip. you’ve taken it as a sign to make something delicious for him. so you go back to the basics: cayenne and cinnamon. considering Avdol’s distaste for overly sweet foods, you opt to make the beverage out of semi-sweet chocolate. mix it all together with some warm milk, add a cinnamon stick and some nutmeg at the top, and you’ve got the key to Avdol’s heart.

you place it proudly in front of him. this has to be it. you know him well enough to recognize his tastes. yet when he rests his mug against his lips, taking that first sip... you can’t read him. his features are still. 

truth be told, it’s exactly the kind of drink he’d love. damn. you nailed his tastes a little too well. but he's not going to admit defeat. seeing you try so hard to impress him in a desperate attempt to share your culture with him... it’s heartwarming. he doesn’t want it to end. so he sends you a click of his tongue, a sly grin, and the shake of his head. ↳ “it tastes much better, but I think something is missing... why don’t we try to find it together?”

jotaro kujo.

Jotaro’s favorite holiday tradition is eating Christmas cake.

Christmas cake is just a strawberry shortcake. it’s a simple dessert, something that most Japanese families eat around the holidays. Holly’s become a master at baking it. and while Jotaro doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, he loves Christmas cake.

the only thing he loves more than Christmas cake is his family, though he’d never admit it outwardly. he has a lot of fond memories of eating Christmas cake right after dinner. sometimes if he behaved well enough Holly would sneak him a slice before then. even now he gets a warm feeling seeing all his favorite people together, sharing the fruits of Holly’s kitchen labors.

and because he’s dating you, you’re one of those people, too. the invite is casual; he makes it sound like you can come if you have nothing better to do. so of course you come. you show up at his house, smile in tow, eager to celebrate with him and his own family. (but let’s be real, Holly has adopted you as one of her own ― his family is as much as yours now.)

that same warm feeling creeps up on him as he watches you and Holly bake the cake. you look so happy here, so natural, as if you were always meant to be a part of this household. he won’t smile back at you. no, if you catch him staring, he’ll just dip his head and turn away. you know by now that he’s happy too, however.

when it comes time to eat, Jotaro won’t say anything. he’ll let his mom, Joseph, and Suzie Q do their little pre-feast speech, rambling some bullshit about tradition and midnight Mass. but when he looks back at you, standing there at his side, that warm feeling bubbles in his stomach once more. you belong here. this is where you’re meant to be: right here, with him, placed so perfectly within his own family. ↳ “hey. you know you can come back whenever. being surrounded by all this noise is actually tolerable when you’re here.”

noriaki kakyoin.

Kakyoin’s favorite holiday tradition is exchanging presents.

though his family isn’t Christian, Kakyoin fondly remembers his parents exchanging presents every year. small things, tiny trinkets and letters to express their love for one another. as such, he’s always wanted to celebrate it with someone special. he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t romanticized the holiday.

as such, he’s beyond excited to celebrate it with you. he tries to keep his cool about the whole affair, but his eyes are bright and he refuses to let go of your hand as he pulls you through the streets of Tokyo.

the city is decked out in all sorts of light displays, from hanging icicles to flashy LEDs. mascots line the streets delivering candy canes with advertisements for local restaurants. the smell of chocolate is evident throughout every street you turn on.

but the city is only part of it. a big part of the date, yes, but Kakyoin has the finale all planned out. he brings you to a shrine outside of the hustle and bustle. it’s a bit of a hike and it’s dimly lit, though you figure that’s why no one else is up here. he sits you down on a short bench, short enough for you to be sitting shoulder to shoulder, gazing down at the city below. that’s when he gives it to you:

it’s a small gold box wrapped with a red ribbon. fancy, you think to yourself. with his teasing you to just open it, though, you get to work pulling apart the red ribbon. you’re not sure what to expect. Kakyoin’s not one for brands, nor does he like anything flashy himself. had he gotten you something like that...? yet when you open the box, what stares back is a cassette tape. of course. he’s far more thoughtful than you gave him credit for. ↳ “clichéd, I know. but every time I hear any of these songs, all I can think of is you. I can, ah... I can play it for you when we get back.”

jean pierre polnareff.

Polnareff’s favorite holiday tradition is shopping for presents.

shopping for presents is a melancholy activity. it was a tradition he had with Sherry, to go about the nearest market and pick out the best gifts for their family and friends. she’s been gone for a while now. even still, it hurts all the same.

he’s beyond thankful that he has you. you don’t try to get him to forget about her, but you also don’t let him to wallow in self-pity. you honor her memory, letting him reminisce about better times. likewise, you’re more than happy to accompany him on his shopping trip.

Polnareff is quiet for most of the trip. it’s uncharacteristic of him, and if you’re being honest, a little uncomfortable. though you know he’s doing his best to focus. you can tell from the way his gloved fingers stay laced with yours, his grip tightening just the slightest to remind you that he’s still present. 

you try to cheer him up by getting a spiced wine and offering to share with him. and. jesus christ. his eyes just light up. it’s that cute, couple-y shit that he loves and you did it for him like it was nothing. from then on, Polnareff is a little less mopey. more lighthearted. the Polnareff you know and so deeply love, back at it with his high-spirited self.

he stops you when it’s time to return home. shopping bags rest in his grip, with the faintest tint of red on his upper lip from all the wine. you’re pretty exhausted ― both from shopping and trying to keep him happy ― and he knows this, yet he stops you nonetheless. it’s a quick affair, where he puts a simple, glass heart ornament in your palm, the date written in silvery letters. oh? he must have gotten it when you weren’t looking. ↳ “you’ve helped me a lot today. you know that, vérité? I just... want to remember this day forever.”

#stardust crusaders #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jotaro kujo #Noriaki Kakyoin #Joseph Joestar #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Muhammad Avdol #part 3 #part 3!joseph #part 3!jotaro #alcohol / #death / #a holiday hooha with toya #toya whisks u away #headcanons #stardust crusaders (group) #long post #i'll put a read more on this after 24 hrs as always!

[bethanyactually]

1998. 2007.

Apparently 1998 was a very good year for movies. I have narrowed it down to two lists of three:

Top 3 animated movies of 1998:   

Mulan. Classic. Iconic. WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW WHO I AM INSIDE? Dishonor on YOU, dishonor on your COW...
   

The Prince of Egypt. The entire movie is wonderful but I’d put it on this list solely for the scene where the Red Sea is parted and as the Israelites walk across the sea bed, flashes of lightning show whale sharks in the water. 
   

A Bug’s Life. Even though I was 23 when this movie was released, I saw it multiple times at the theater. I own it on VHS and DVD and am always up for a rewatch. Also, “Those puny little ants outnumber us! They ever figure that out, there goes our way of life. It’s not about food, it’s about keeping those ants in line.”

Top 3 non-animated movies of 1998:   

The Wedding Singer. I was SO HYPED for this movie when it came out, and I don’t even know exactly why. I was definitely a Drew Barrymore fan, but I wasn’t particularly a fan of Adam Sandler. I think it must have been the fact that it was set in the 80s (my childhood!) and the music. In any case, I love this movie an unreasonable amount and it’s largely thanks to Drew Barrymore’s face and Adam Sandler’s surprising sweetness as Robbie.

   

You’ve Got Mail. Another movie I was extremely excited about, partly because I loved Sleepless in Seattle, and partly because I loved the Jimmy Stewart movie The Shop Around the Corner, which is based on the same play (also the Judy Garland movie musical In the Good Old Summertime, and the Broadway musical She Loves Me), Parfumerie by Miklós László. It’s kind of fascinating how quickly watching it felt like the haziest sort of nostalgia, though, given how quickly the internet changes.

   

Sliding Doors. I watched this movie not long ago for the first time in years, and was surprised at how well it had aged. I think a lot of it is due to John Hannah’s easy charm and his chemistry with Gwyneth Paltrow. And I’m a sucker for a romcom with any kind of magical or timey-wimey aspect to it, as you know. :D

(I’m already totally breaking the rules, so honorable mention goes to Ever After and Practical Magic, because I could not leave them off the list! Ever After is my favorite Cinderella adaptation for so many reasons, Drew Barrymore and Anjelica Huston being two of the biggest. And Practical Magic has MANY witches and cute kiddos, Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman being bickery sisters who don’t always get each other but who love each other, Aidan Quinn at his dreamiest and Goran Visnjic being creepy and hot, and a truly excellent kiss.)

(And a second honorable mention goes to the sci-fi movie Dark City for being so weird and fascinating and good. Okay, I’m done!)

and

There were a lot of movies in 2007 I’ve heard of but never seen, probably because I had a 3-year-old at the time. :P But here we go:

Top 3 movies of 2007:

Enchanted. Instant classic. Still love it. Deeply excited to learn that there is a sequel in pre-production.

Hairspray. The music is fantastic, of course, and I loved the original 1988 John Waters film. But I think a lot of the reason I love this version so much is because of Zac Efron’s expression of affectionate delight every time he looks at Tracey Turnblad. Well-done, sir.

Stardust. This movie is ridiculous and wonderful and it makes me happy to watch it.

Thanks, Stacey! :)

send me a year and i’ll pick my top 3 movies from that year

#3 movies meme #meme #adixiebelle

[bowieandqueen11]

Lose This Time / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Request: could you do a 2019!ben hanscom x wife!reader with them saying an emotional fluffy goodbye to their kids before leaving to reunite with the others? maybe the reader breaks down afterwards and he promises her they’ll come back to them and he’ll protect her no matter what? i understand if not i love your work either way😘 

This is so sweet I’m literally melting <3

That was the one thing Ben couldn’t bare. The silence. The absence of everything.

He had been alone too much of his life to allow it to happen, to allow himself to be alone again. But the silence that filled the house as he thumped your suitcases down the stairwell and onto the hazel wood of the hallway filled him with a deep dread he hadn’t felt since he had met you. Dropping the handles, he has to squeeze his hands shut to stop them from shaking.

‘I promise-’, he grimaces as he hears the guttural sub stick in your throat before you continue, ‘I promise we’ll be back soon, okay? We love you so much, but Auntie Pat and Uncle Stan are going to take really good care of you while we’re gone.’

The dining-room, usually, was exquisite. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a glistening chandelier. At the end of the table were floor to ceiling french doors, left slightly ajar to let in the scented summer air. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. Ben really thought he had managed to win it all.  

And there you were, your knees trembling by the windows as you hold your children desperately in your arms, trying to hide the tears that well in your eyes like moonlight from their innocent faces as they squish their heads closer into your neck. Ben nearly trips as he follows the sound of your voice; it was like he was flying through the sky, gravity pulling his orbit towards this cold, lonely star, anchoring onto his dimming light as he finally fumbled down the step in the doorway and leaned gently against the door frame.

‘Hey, kiddos, come on and give your old dad a hug.’

Your silent for a minute, watching the lights of your life run over to the man you’ve loved since you were fifteen years old and understood what love was, unsure and unable to find the right words to say to the man who, in your heart, was a kindred spirit. You flash him a thankful smile as your children run into his legs, nearly knocking him over as they wrap their arms around his thighs, but he only laughs, collapsing down on top of them to tickle their sides. However, he’s watching you with slight alarm as you only bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut with a nearly unnoticeable grimace before slowly shaking your head. 

~

Closing the trunk of the car with a soft click, Ben takes one final look back at the house, the warm light illuminating from the wavering cotton curtains of the children’s bedroom as if he was being drawn towards the safety of the light. He turns away quickly, however, squeezing his eyes shut in pain and covering his eyes with his hand as a sudden painful memory sears through his brain.

The deadlights.

‘You’re starting to remember as well, aren’t you?’

You amble over towards him, not caring about the pebbles you kick out from your driveway, two thin fingers coming up to gently swipe the stray curls of his brown locks away from his concerned eyes.

‘I don’t think, I don’t think we’re going to be as lucky this time Ben.’

‘What do you mean, sweetheart?’

‘Last time, we managed to win. Jesus, Ben, we won everything, didn’t we?! Look at us, I don’t think we’re going to be as lucky again.

...We’re going to lose Ben. I remember it now. All those nightmares, all those dreams of blurred faces I couldn’t remember.... all of us, dying...I-. They weren’t dreams, were they?’

Ben comes to settle beside you, his eyes twinkling like stardust as his gaze settles onto your face, his hand coming up to rest gingerly against yours. For a moment, you don’t move, but his breathing hitches when he hears slow, stifled sobs from your direction. With one hand, he entangles his fingers in between yours, tugging on them as he pulls them against the dress shirt he had haphazardly thrown on, landing firmly on his chest.

His thumb begins to rhythmically swirl little figure eights against your palm whilst the other tenderly reaches up to land under your chin, swivelling your head towards him. It breaks his heart to see your eyes so bloodshot, your cheeks so rosy and red from the crying, your hair falling over the side to try and hide the streaks. It only fills him with an uneasy determination, one he remembers from his childhood.

He nods curtly, a sorrowful smile lining his face as he traces your features, his grip tightening.

'They weren’t dreams, y/n, but that doesn’t mean they were real either.’

‘I swear to you, I swear on my life, Y/n, that I’m never going to let anything happen to my beautiful wife, not when I spent so long trying to win her over.’

You lean into him until your foreheads rest against each others, chuckling with soft sobs as his doe eyes crinkle, a familiar warmth swirling in their depths that causes your heart to ache all over again.  He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your middle. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms so protective and familiar that you allowed your body to sag, your muscles to become loose as your breathing began to shallow. 

‘Plus, I promised our daughter I would take her to the library next week, we have the next chapter of our favourite book to finish.’

#it 2019 #it chapter two #it chapter 2 #ben hanscom imagine #ben hanscom fluff #ben hanscom #ben hanscom x reader #ben it #it movie #it 2019 imagine #it 2017 #jay ryan #jay ryan imagine #jay ryan fluff #jeremy ray taylor #stan uris #stanley uris #pat uris #patricia uris #it 2019 angst #it 2019 fluff

[sidesandsanders]

Something fluffy? How about the sides with an s/o with a long history of abandonment just turning to mush in their arms

Anon you’re relatable.

Roman:

- Well, you’re never leaving his arms again. It’s poems and stardust for you, Roman’s got everything the world has to offer and he demands to share it with you. The smallest little sad face will push him into romance mode, and it’s hard to feel unloved when you’re surrounded by roses and have the world’s most handsome prince kissing your hand.

Logan:

- He schedules out plenty of dates and outings, all weeks in advance, and puts them on a calendar in a place where you can’t have a day without seeing it.

- “It serves as a reminder. It will help keep the knowledge that you’re loved front-and-center in your mind, and even if you feel alone, you can just look to the next day and know you have a good time with me to look forward to.”

Patton:

- “Ah! Oh no! Please don’t be sad! Would a hug help? Do you want a cookie? Or a blanket? We can have a slumber party! I’ll make popcorn. Stay the night! We can make a pillow fort and sleep in it together! Listen to me kiddo, I promise it’ll all feel a lot better after a nice nap and come cocoa.”

- Basically he combats sad thoughts with aggressive displays of affection.

Virgil:

- “Wanna...like...not leave the room for a while?”

- He’s good for you, and honestly you’re really good for him. He’s scared of people not wanting him around, he’s scared he’ll smother you, so having you react so positively to his attention makes him very happy. It gives him just enough of a confidence boost to initiate sometimes, so expect lots of sweet random hugs.

Deceit:

- He doesn’t outright say it, but it’s pretty obvious that he loves when you get clingy. You’re permanently invited to hang off his arm in public, and when you’re alone he’s almost always got at least one of his arms around you. Hand-holding is commonplace between you two, as well as gentle snakey kisses on the cheek followed by whispered little compliments.

Remus:

- Good luck feeling lonely when you’re dating this guy. You’re pretty much always together, and if he’s not physically clinging to you he’s screaming your praises from the top of his lungs.

- He’s got abandonment issues too. So on bad days when things are all just feeling awful, he’s there to listen and cry it out with you.

#ts roman #roman sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #virgil sanders #ts virgil #ts deceit #deceit sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #sanders sides imagines #sanders sides #x reader #fluff #imagine #janus sanders #ts janus

[profoundnet]

Profound Member Post - November/December 2019

Header by @cryptomoon​ and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis (and more!) on our Discord server!

The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in their entirety during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2019!

Masterpost below the cut.

JessJessTheBest - @saywhatjessie - JessJessTheBest

Forgot all prayers (of joining you)

Dean had forgotten how real and close emotions were when he was here. When he was this close to Cas. When there was nothing between them but time. He wasn’t saying any of this right. His words weren’t working. He couldn’t make his mouth cooperate. But maybe… Or Dean prays to Cas in purgatory. (s15 e08 coda)

Tags: s15 e08 coda, Dean Winchester prays to Castiel, Mild hurt/comfort

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One Hell of a Pilot

He leaned again to get close to the pilot. “This is a rescue. I’m helping you escape.” He took a deep breath, letting it sink in for just a moment that he said those words. That he was doing this. There was no going back. Or Cas is a reformed Stormtrooper, Dean is a rebel pilot, and this is the story of their escape.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, Star Wars: The Force Awakens Spoilers, It's literally just the first 36 minutes of TFA, Poe!Dean, Finn!Cas

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The_Madness_Linked_To_A_Hat - @the-madness-linked-to-a-hat - The_Madness_Linked_To_A_Hat

Happy Holidays Cas

Where Dean and Cas follow a seasonal tradition.

Tags: Mistletoe, first kiss, happy holidays SFW

Isangelousdenim - @isangelousdenim - Isangelousdenim

Wishful Drinking

It started with Dean drinking on a case. It escalated to Dean drinking everywhere.

Tags: TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Violent Thoughts & Alcohol Abuse Character Study, Season 15, Heavy Angst

NSFW

Co-written by: Bumocusal

goldenraeofsun - @goldenraeofsun - goldenraeofsun

Head Down, Walk with Reason

As an omega, Castiel is ineligible for the throne after his father dies. When his uncle takes the crown, Metatron's first order of business is to arrange a betrothal with King John for the hand of his firstborn son, the Crown Prince of Terra.

So Castiel flees. His first night on the run, Castiel stumbles into a band of outlaws just at the border. Injured and wary, he has no choice to stay with them. And although he had planned to return to his own kingdom once it was safe, home might not be the place he left, but instead with Dean, their alpha leader that took him in.

Tags: a/b/o, medieval au, royalty au, omega cas, alpha dean, secret identities, angst with a happy ending, castiel and meg friendship NSFW

MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160 - MaggieMaybe160

A Thanksgiving Feast

Dean Winchester's dirty prayer before Thanksgiving dinner leads to some shenanigans under the table. Tags: Food Kink. Top Cas/Bottom Dean.

NSFW

One Night

An accidental one night stand between Castiel and Dean leads to whispered confessions and miscommunications.

Tags: Internalized Homophobia. John Winchester's A+ Parenting. Angst with a happy ending. NSFW

followyourenergy - followyourenergy

Christmas in July

When Dean Winchester follows a service dog who won’t leave him alone, he finds Cas Novak, passed out in a stairwell with a Christmas tree on top of him. A Christmas tree? In July? Who does that? Turns out that Cas does that. And once he gets to know the snarky, independent, handsome man, Dean can’t help but fall for him. A story about being seen.

Tags: Christmas, fluff and angst, pining, blind Castiel, service dogs, snarky Castiel, sweet Dean, falling in love

NSFW

Nickelkeep - @nickelkeep - nickelkeep Pillowfort

Talk to Me Now

It started off simple. An ad on Craig's List: Looking for a Roommate, 700/mo, Utilities included...

Tags: AU - Roommates, idiots to lovers, pranks and practical jokes, misunderstandings, comfortably bisexual dean, queer castiel

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Stuck in the Middle With You

"Fine." Cas slid his right pointer finger into the trap and almost instantly felt the trap snap around their fingers. "That's not right." Dean looked up at Cas. "What did you do?" Cas attempted to pull his finger out of the trap. "I didn't do anything."

Tags: canonverse, cursed object, idiots to lovers, homophobic language, everyone ships dean/cas, love confessions

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What I Thought I Knew

Dean rolls his eyes and turns to go back to the kitchen when his eyes lock on a guy across the room. He has dark, messy hair and eyes that cannot possibly be so blue. He stares for a moment, ripping his eyes away only when he realizes the other guy has caught him staring. Dean blushes and rushes back into the kitchen. Tags: AU - Modern, Strangers to Lovers, One-sided Enemies to Lovers, Objectification, Miscommunication, Dub-con Kiss

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Slice of Your Pie

He pulled up the Casual Encounters section of Craig's List and was surprised to find out how right Gabe was. Many people were offering their services for Thanksgiving company. As he scrolled through the ads, one with an interesting title caught his attention. Alone on Thanksgiving? Want to stop the ‘Why are you still single?’ questions?

Tags: AU - Modern, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Crush at first sight, pre-Dean/Cas, Homophobic Language, Sexism

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Shiver

"I wouldn't leave it there. I grabbed the most important things and left." Dean shook his head vehemently. "Are you sure?" Sam's face started to crinkle up in an 'I told you so' expression. "Did you really get everything before you ran and asked to crash with your baby brother and his wife?" Dean glared at Sam. "I don't want to go back. It can't be there."

Tags: AU - Modern with Magic, Witch!Cas, Witch!Dean, Blizzards, Car Accident, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

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Angel

Overcome by a moment of whimsy, Dean walked down the stairs and stepped into the middle of the yard. He looked towards the sky and closed his eyes, letting the snowflakes gently kiss his skin. Tags: Canon Compliant, Fallen!Cas, Snow Angels, Marriage Proposal, Established Dean/Cas, Short and Sweet

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Chandeliers of Hope

"You seriously Christmas themed our D&D game?" Dean rolled his eyes in disbelief. Charlie walked over and patted Dean on the cheek before taking some of the candlesticks out of Cas' arms. "Of course, I did. You said to write what I wanted, I wrote tonight's campaign. It's a one-shot, and it's going to be a lot of fun, I promise." "Gonna hold you to that, Red." Dean pointed at her accusingly before looking and smiling at Cas. "And I'm going to hold you as an accomplice."

Tags: AU - Roommates, Christmas Party, Characters playing D&D, Recreational Marijuana Use, Alcohol Use, Mistletoe Kiss, Cas/Dean First Kiss, Idiots to Lovers

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A Cold, Dark Winter’s Night

Charlie pulled out a small gift bag and handed it out to everyone. "Secret Santa!" Cas rolled his eyes as Charlie came to stand in front of him, gently shaking the bag. He reached in and pulled out a slip of paper, waiting until Charlie moved to the next person. He flipped it open, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Dean.

Tags: AU - Roommates, Christmas Fluff, Idiots in Love, Secret Santa, Everyone Ships Dean/Cas

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Twas The Night

“It’s Christmas Eve!” “Uh, yeah.” Dean got up from his bed and walked down the hallway to Emma’s room and leaned against her doorframe. “You gonna tell me something I don’t know, Kiddo?” “We need to get started!” Emma was sitting on her floor with her back to the door. “It’s Cas’ first Christmas with us, and I want to make sure he enjoys it.”

Tags: AU - Modern, Timestamp, Domestic Dean/Cas, Established Dean/Cas, Christmas Fluff, KidFic, Marriage Proposal

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You Make it Feel Like Christmas

"Well, considering I haven't had a chance to go Christmas shopping. How about you?" Sam zipped up his bag and did a second check around the hotel room. "I already took your bag out to the car." Sam crossed the room to the motel door and headed outside. Dean stood in silence for a moment as Sam closed the door behind him. Shopping, on Christmas Eve?

Tags: Canonverse, Last Minute Christmas Shopping, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Happy Ending

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Auld Lang Syne

"She's cute. You ask her out yet?" Dean stabbed his pie with his fork and shoved another bite into his mouth. "Uh, no. Why?" Dean winked. "Means she's available, right?" "No offense Dean, but you don't have a chance. She has standards." Cas took a sip of his tea and looked at his roommate. "Ouch. You wound me, Cas." Dean rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his knuckles. "Bet you I can get Meg to go to the New Year's Ball with me."

Tags: AU - Modern, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Oblivious Castiel, Eventual Dean/Cas, Dean/Cas First Kiss

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Leafzelindor - @leafzelindor

Artwork for On The Road Again

Artwork done for the DCBB fic "On the Road again" Tags: destiel, fluff, au

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For On The Road Again by @hekate1308​

Artwork for Life is But A Dream

Artwork done for the DCBB fic "Life is but a Dream" Tags: Destiel, AU

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For Life is But A Dream by @crowleyhasfeels​

Jdragon122 - @jdragon122 - Jdragon122 Pillowfort

from stardust to stardust

~ from stardust to stardust ~ The art prize for the lovely gii-heylittleangel ;) who won the Destiel Artists United 500 follower giveaway! They asked for Castiel and wings XD my favorite lol. I was happy to comply <3

Tags: N/A

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Jemariel - @jemariel - jemariel

Human Error

Cas is human now, and things aren't going to plan. (Not that Dean had a plan. Nope. No plans of any kind.) Anyway, what's a Winchester to do when everything he tries seems to blow up in his face? Go hunting. Obviously.

Tags: Human!Castiel, Alternate season 9, Casefic, Only One Bed, Mutual pining, Miscommunication, Sex under the influence of alcohol, Canon-typical violence, Wendigo, Injured Cas

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Sarasaurussex - @sarasaurussex - sarasaurussex

Don’t Mess with Dean’s Alpha

Dean and Castiel are enjoying a relaxing night out, until Cas gets hit on by another Omega.

Tags: Omega Dean x Alpha Cas, Possessive Omega, BAMF Dean, Jealousy, Fluff

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The Wendigo

Dean has a lot of baggage from his childhood. Castiel wants to help, if Dean will let him.

Tags: PTSD trauma, parental abuse trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Healing, First Kiss, Confessions

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Destiel Christmas Sweaters, Part I

I had some funny Christmas sweater ideas and couldn't resist dressing up the boys. Dean is not amused. Tags: Destiel, Crack, Humor, Christmas

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Destiel Christmas Sweaters, Part II

More ugly Christmas sweaters for the boys ;D Tags: Destiel, Crack, Humor, Christmas

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Miracle on Lebanon Street

The bunker gets an unexpected visitor on Christmas morning, and it’s not Santa! (Contains Destiel and Sabriel)

Tags: Ugly Christmas Sweaters, White Christmas, Gift Giving, Christmas Feast (it’s pie), Mistletoe, Fluff SFW

vaudelin - @vaudelin - vaudelin Pillowfort

of mundane things

“You never told us,” Dean hisses, during a muted conversation carried in the protective depths of the kitchen. “You got hitched to a djinn? Since when?” “I did tell you,” Cas growls back. He slams on the faucet, filling the glass with vigor. “It’s not my fault you weren’t listening.”

Tags: Alternate Season/Series 14, dream walking, Dean in Castiel's Dream, Getting Together

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a tale that can’t be told

Black leather and oil scent the air around him, a welcome change from antiseptics. Impala, Castiel thinks. Baby. Except he’s not allowed to call her that. A flash of brown panelling slides through his memory, rattling on a rusted truck bed with wood for bed rails. Outside the car, the brothers are quietly arguing. Castiel cranes to listen, but he only picks out a partial phrase from Sam: Since when was he losing his powers? The snippet from Dean is even more troubling: Is Chuck fucking with us by giving him a factory reset?

Tags: Alternate Season/Series 15, Castiel Losing His Powers, Human Castiel, Memory Loss, Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx Mixtape, Castiel's Missing Brown Truck, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Hopeful Ending

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low voices in the library (are appreciated)

Sam moved, though in which direction Dean couldn’t yet tell. Not the library, Dean mentally begged. He didn’t want to deal with the scene Sam was about to stumble into, let alone its know-it-all aftermath. Tags: Library Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Semi-Public Sex

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a handful of seeds

Dean paused in his chopping. He swiped the green pepper chunks into a neat pile on the cutting board. He was running out of excuses to make. Weakly, he asked, “Where would I even keep a garden?” Cas, sensing victory, rose up in height. “Behind the bunker entrance, in the patch of earth lined by mulberry bushes.” Dean cursed, caught out. “Why’d you even bother to ask, if you already knew?” Softening, Cas gave a small smile. “I’d like to add to it, if that’s okay.”

Tags: Mary Winchester Feels, Gardens & Gardening, Domestic Fluff

SFW

LanaSerra - @lanaserra​ - LanaSerra  &  Spandwiches  - @spandwiches - spandwiches

300cc

300 Complementary Characters: a forum on Kansas City University’s student website. You can write whatever you want, but it has to be 300 characters or less. Dean is crushing hard on Sam’s TA, but it feels different than it has before; it feels like he needs to do it properly, to have a grand declaration and to prove that romance isn’t dead. What better way to profess his feelings than posting a poem on 300cc? Castiel is torn. There’s no mistaking the poem is for him, but who could be posting them? Despite being very tempted by the very attractive new light and sound engineer that will be working on the play he has written, Castiel can’t ignore the feeling that he and the anonymous Poet are meant to be together. A comedy of errors, mutual pining, and erotic poetry.

Tags: college-au, two person love triangle, explicit poetry, fluff, the boys fail to use their words while using ALL of their words, consent is sexy, POV switching, explicit, minor Sam/Eileen

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MittensMorgul - @mittensmorgul​ - MittensWraith

This Must Be The Place

Seven years after their profound meeting, Cas knows he's exactly where he was always meant to be. (a sequel to Lifetime Piling Up, but can be read as a standalone)

Tags: Doctor Castiel/Tattoo Artist Dean, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Fluff

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On This Night

Something goes terribly wrong while hunting a djinn. Newly-human Cas had never considered what the effects of djinn poison could be for a human, and struggles to remember why everything seems just so slightly off when he wakes up back at the cabin he and Dean had been staying in during the hunt. The cabin has been transformed with holiday decorations, and Cas wonders just how long he'd been unconscious. Only when he tries to get answers from Dean, reality comes crashing back in on them both, in the best of all possible ways. Tags: Canon case fic, Christmas Fluff, snowed in, first kiss, POV Castiel, djinn dreams

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firefly124 - @firefly124-writing​ - firefly124

Making It Up as We Go

Dean’s not entirely sure what he’s looking at, but he’s almost sure it’s a message from Chuck.

Tags: mentions of past (temporary) MCD, spoilers through SPN 15x06

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Something Bright to Dispel the Gloom

A road trip to Salina had sounded like a good idea when Dean had suggested it. Cas hadn’t been back for long, though, and this was shaping up to be the world’s most awkward road trip ever.

Tags: spoilers through SPN 15x07

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Crumblin’ Down

Dean’s feeling nostalgic. Cas is mystified. Sam is oblivious.

Tags: spoilers through SPN 15x07

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Overdue Explanations are Overdue

If Dean thought this day had been a rollercoaster ride before, he didn’t know what to compare it to now.

Tags: spoilers through SPN 15x07, reference to past (temporary) MCD

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Faith, Hope, and Maybe Something Else

Castiel figured he’d probably just ensured that the Empty would never come for him.

Tags: spoilers through SPN 15x07, reference to canon character deaths

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The Choices We Make

Castiel takes a moment to reflect on the choices he has made as well as those others have made, and is presented with a new one to consider.

Tags: spoilers through SPN 15x07

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Wargurl - @wargurl83​ - wargurl83

Christmas in the Bunker

Join TFW as they discover a little bit of the magic of the season. Tags: Cannon-Divergent, holiday shenanigans

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#member masterpost #members masterpost #profoundnet monthly masterpost #November masterpost #December masterpost #profoundnet #deancasreclist #member art #member fic

[stillebesat]

Make it sad- he has lost everything, everyone (he got kicked from his previous bfs house for being too eccentric and they shredded it because, "He needs to grow up.") He's trying to get back to normal (his normal, he's not crazy, he's not!) And ends up having a breakdown. Cue a few days later and he's starving, completely slipped into a delusion, being found by Patton or Logan- (Roman is mentally ill- diagnosed, but his previous boyfriend had, "Those aren't real. Grow up." Mentality.

Tattered

Sanders Sides: RomanFic Type: AngstWarnings: PTSD, War, Blood, Guns, Swords/Knives, Death, Toxic Relationships 

Betrayed from every side.

Not only were his foes his enemies, but his friends had become his foes.

His loved ones turning their backs just when he was certain they would never—Roman shivered, slipping out of the cave -dumpster- into the rain with a bolt of stained fabric in his arms that he could use to create a new disguise, his current tunic, with it’s thin and torn sleeves, doing little to protect him from the fury of the Hurricane -rain storm- the Dragon Witch had sent to test him.

All a Test.

No one was trustworthy.

Everyone was against him.

Everyone.

Everyone?

Roman flinched, darting -stumbling- into the nearest crevice -alleyway- as twin torches roared past him along the ravine, hunting for his blood, sent by the Dragon Witch to bring back his head.

“Never.” He growled out, holding his treasured cloth in one arm while he edged along the dark path, feeling along the craggy way to the next cave in search of any sustenance he could find since the first hadn’t contained any of the travel rations he desperately needed.

So hungry. Famine had struck the entire province due to the Manticore Chimera’s reign in this part of his kingdom.

Roman hunched his shoulders as a door slammed in the distance.

A Prince should be welcomed everywhere.

Yet all had fallen under the same cursed spell.

Thrown out.

Unwelcomed.

A Prince to no one.

“Again with the stupid Prince thing, Roman? Grow up.”

Roman flinched, breath hitching in his throat as the wind picked up, tearing at his ragged shirt. “I am a Prince.” He whispered, brushing his dripping hair out of his eyes. “Ruler of–”

“Idiocy. It was cute in the beginning, but now? Dude. Some days I can’t believe you actually fought in the war.”

Gunshots.

Dust.

An Explosion.

“ROMAN GET DOWN!”

He ducked, dropping the bolt of cloth, as a long piercing whistle of the Dragon Witch’s roar sounded over head. He twisted, hands scrambling for his rifle–no the sword! The sword would be better–gah! Roman grabbed at the helmet that was on far too tight on his head. Too tight! Tootighttootight He couldn’t brea–

“The enemy has us surrounded.”

No. “DRAGON WITCH!” Roman screamed, throwing a punch into the rock wall his knuckles splitting as they crashed into the red brick stone.

Not that–anything but–but–

Bright blue eyes.

“You’ll get us through this Captain.”

No, not a captain. He was a Prince!

“What do we do now, sir?”

Sweaty hands on his rifle.

Blood flowing from his shoulder.

Communications. Down.

Surrounded.

Roman fell to his knees, fingernails digging into his scalp as he tried to remove the helmet. Tried to breathe. To–to save–save—

“This pathetic make-believe has to stop. You’re just doing it for the attention and I’m tired of it Rameno.”

He shuddered. Don’t call me that! “I’m not–” He was perfectly NORMAL!

“Stop being so weird. It’s creeping out everyone. You think they like it when you randomly burst into song?”

But songs hel–helped the the–

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“I–I’m wishing” Roman whispered, his voice shaking as he clawed his way to his feet, leaning heavily against the rocky crag -brick wall- “F-for the-the one I-I lo-love…” 

To find me.

“True love? That’s for fairytales, Rameno and I’m tired of dealing with make-believe.” 

“Captain!”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

All the blood.

Red spreading across the greys and browns.

Glazed eyes.

Staring.

Accusing.

Roman violently shook his head. Get away get away get away. Gotta save. Gotta have— “To-To find me.” The Dragon Witch wouldn’t win. He would find his sword. Find a way to defeat her and then the manticore—

“Captain Roman?” A voice echoed down the ravine, achingly familiar.

Sing sweet nightingale. Oh si~i~ing.  

A trap.

“Roman, kiddo, that is you right?”

He wasn’t a child!

Roman whirled, hands raised defensively to the rain fogged figure standing nearby.

Moving closer.

The Dragon Witch couldn’t have found him so soon! He’d been covering his tracks–

“They tapped our communications.”

Heart sinking. “We were set up.” And he’d been a fool to trust–

“Captain?”

A cool scaly grey hand landed lightly on his shoulder. “Cap–”

BANG.

Agony. Burning. Pain. 

The Dragon Witch had found him. Was attacking him! He was doomed–

Roman screamed and surged forward, slamming the figure against the wall. “NO!!” He hissed as the other grunted. “You cannot win, Dragon Witch!” Not again. He was Prince of this land and she Would. Not. WIN!

One calloused hand grabbed at his wrist, the clawed-metal-one resting on top, the tips only lightly digging into his skin. “Cap–” The figure whispered, black frames wrapping around his dark brown -bright blue they’re blue!- eyes in a feeble disguise. But Roman knew those brown eyes. Knew the glare of the Dragon Witch!

“THAT IS PRINCE TO YOU, DRAGON WITCH!” He roared.

“What do we do, Captain?” They all looked to him, eyes filled with hope, their hands ready on their weapons.

“Ro–I’m not–Not the Drag–”

Roman bared his teeth. “LIAR.” He hissed, slipping one hand to his boot–sneaker- withdrawing his sword- broken butterknife- from its hiding place. He wouldn’t be tricked again.

Surrounded.

Trapped.

He took a breath, offering them a smile he didn’t feel. “We fight.” He said, leaning in to the others as he adjusted his grip on his rifle. “Follow my lead, we’ll get out.”

Blood.

Death.

So. Much. Red.

He used to love that color.

He raised the knife. Once more that color would fill his vision. But this time.

This. Time.

The Dragon Witch would die.

“Roman!” The figure cried, feet kicking uselessly in the air. “Please, It’s Me! Pat–”

The blade fell. 

 Part 2

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Pass the happiness along!!🐻🌻When you get this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the first 10 people in your notifications! 🍼🎀⭐️

So! I get these a lot, and I always put them off because I have trouble listing things that make me happy. Going back, I have this message from @daddys-little-ice-dragon (twice), @junkersneverdie, @littleaceylala, @just-a-lil-stardust, @chirpylittlekitten, @sleepylilbunbun, @twiceasgaykay, @lilprincessjenn, and one more from peanutbutter-kiddo. That is a total of 55 things that I am going to try to come up with right now. This are things that make me happy and things that I’m grateful for. You don’t have to read it, but I’m challenging myself. I’m super nervous. Ready?

Clean water to drink, hot showers, lots of blankets, stickers, food to eat, my kind customers, knowing how to read and write, electricity, humming, singing, dancing (even though I can’t really do it much).

Candy, those little coin machines where you can get a toy for a quarter, a fan to sleep with, the cute giraffe bin for my yarn, my Shopkins, my stuffies, apple juice, doctors, playing board games or card games, telling jokes, telling stories.

Crocheting, making pacifiers, all my pretty ribbons, the cute decorations I have, organizing things, wearing my hair cute, social media, playing the piano (even though I haven’t in awhile), having clothes to wear, binge watching shows, quoting movies.

When snow and ice looks pretty, having people to give me rides, books, music, rainbow colors, sparkly and glittery things, comfy sweaters and sweatshirts (especially if they are someone else’s), animals, dessert and sweets, Rubik’s cubes, puzzles.

11 more!

Baths with bubbles and paints, shopping trips, videos online, coloring pages, reblogging nice pictures, thrift stores, stim toys, knowing how to tell time, lip balm, having a bed to sleep in, and helping others.

Wow, that was anxiety provoking. I need to lay down now lmao. Thank you for those who have sent me this! (Hope I got all 55!)

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Blank: Part 2

Summary: Logan is logic no more, now all that is left is Apathy.

One, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen

Everything felt like it had been turned on its head, to Roman it felt like everything was impossible. He couldn’t breathe and he could scarcely move as he stared at this person who called themselves Ap… No, this is still Logan. This was still their Logan, he wasn’t truly gone. Roman refused to think that..he couldn’t think that.

“That’s not your name!” Roman finally barked out, sounding a lot harsher than he meant to at that moment, “You’re name is Logan!” With his fists were clenched down by his side but that certainly didn’t stop him from marching forward and grasping both of Logan’s shoulders.

He’s so cold…

It was like gripping a huge chunk of ice with how cold Logan was, his entire body seemingly radiating cold while his bland dead looking black eyes simply stared ahead into Roman’s seemingly without a single care in the world. Roman’s eyes burned and stung the longer that he looked at Logan, the smear of blue and the total lack along with the total lack of any and all color that had once been in Logan’s wardrobe. It made the logical side look washed out and void of anything that had made him...him to begin with.

“Remove your hands from my person Creativity.” Logan’s voice matched how icy cold he felt, even the tone of the other which would have previously held some kind of anger was now just...flat and empty. He couldn’t be gone..he just couldn’t.

“Now kiddo...let’s play nice here.” Patton, dear sweet Patton attempted to interject between the two of them, an uncertain smile was glued to his face as his soft brown eyes darted back and forth from Roman to Logan and then to Virgil. Virgil who hadn’t moved a single inch from the position he had been in when Logan had shown up changed in so many ways. Virgil who’s hand was clasped over his mouth as if he was about to make himself sick, and Virgil, who’s eyeshadow was starting to run down his cheeks as the tears fell from his eyes. Virgil, appeared equal parts terrified and heartbroken all at once.

“I will not repeat myself Creativity, remove your hands. Now.” The words rumbled Logan’s chest, as the logical side didn’t pay an inkling of attention to Patton, almost as if pretending that he wasn’t there to begin with. Then again, it made since in a demented kind of way, Apathy wouldn’t care for emotions all that much, and Patton...by that very same prospect.

Even so, Roman’s gripped Logan’s shoulders tight enough to feel the bony structure of Logan’s shoulders under his baggy shirt. “No, I’m not going to leave you alone until you..until you stop being like this! Stop this Logan!” Roman felt the fear gripping his heart like a clawed talon as Logan tilted his head to the side, and he felt a single warm tear trail down his cheek in just pure frustration. He didn’t want this new Logan! He wanted the one who would banter with him, the one who would look over his drafts and..and the one who had read his fanfiction so many times that he had worn the spine of the book out until it needed to be glued back together. That was the one that he wanted, not..not this unfeeling one. 

Never this one.

“Emotions are a sign of weakness Creativity, now let’s wipe away those tears.” The faintest sign up a curled upper lip was the only warning Roman got before he felt Logan’s frigidly cold thumb raking over his cheek wiping away the sole tear.

It was Patton though, who watched in mounting terror as the rosy sheen of Roman’s cheek started to sap away more and more at the deliberate contact that Logan had made with the creative side, it was small at first, before the patch of grey started to grow and grow. It even made Roman’s once wavy hair droop down like he had dunked it into a bucket of water, that was before the shaking had started.

He felt so cold, and yet he also couldn’t move. Why couldn’t he move? He knew that he was shaking and yet he couldn’t move. All he could see was Logan’s dead-eyed stare looming over him, why was he so cold again? It felt so cold, would he ever be warm again? What did warmth feel like again?

“Stop!” Virgil finally found his voice and his will to get his legs moving as he darted forward a lot faster than he had previously ever done before, he went straight for Roman, gripping the prince tight before practically ripping him out of Logan’s grasp, an action that the other let happen all too easy. Especially given how Logan stuffed his hands back into his pocket, pulling out yet another lollipop before shoving it in his mouth.

It was blue just like the last.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! This isn’t funny Logan!” Virgil snapped as he rubbed his hands up and down Roman’s arms, rubbing some warmth as well as some color back into the prince’s cheeks. Although, separating himself from Logan seemed to do the trick well enough, made clear by how his hair regained its soft wavy curls and his cheeks once again were flushed with color.

Roman though practically clung to Virgil, as the shaking and just the bare bones terrified look in the creative side’s eyes remained for far too long. Shooting a glar back at Logan, Virgil’s angry and outright furious expression all but crumpled at Logan’s next words. Words that reminded him that this..this was their fault, but largely his as well.

“It’s not funny...is it?” Apathy mused out loud, before popping his lollipop out of his mouth, the color was already mostly drained from the sucker, leaving behind a dull blue that was already mostly grey.

Next to him, Roman continued to shake as Apathy turned slowly and yet still brushed past Patton, who moved to reach out to Apathy. To try and bring back the friend that they had once had, his hand missed Apathy’s shirt by an inch. Leaving Patton as well as the others, with tears pooling in his eyes as Apathy left them all behind.

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[ijustreallylovesanderssides]

Doritos ≠ Emergency

A/N: This fic is based off this text post by @joygaytrash with a comic by @so-many-ships-i-have-a-fleet. 

This was supposed to just be a funny fic, but it kind of turned into brotherly logicality fluff.

Once again, thanks to @virgilisaneternalmood for beta reading.

Summary: “I gave you the key for emergencies.”

                   “We were out of Doritos.”

Logan sighed wearily as he approached the door to his apartment. His students at the high school had been particularly rowdy today and he had stayed late grading tests. He looked forward to a quiet night at home with some Crofter’s jam and an Agatha Christie novel in the unicorn onesie his younger brother Patton had given him (although he would never ever admit to Patton that he actually used it.)

He went to unlock his door, but found it already unlocked. Odd. He could’ve sworn that he had locked it behind him when he left that morning. Perhaps the stress of the incoming standardized tests was getting to him.

Logan entered his apartment, but stopped short in the entryway. The light in his living room was on and he could hear rustling sounds coming from within. There was someone in his apartment—several someones by the sound of it.

All right. There was no need to panic. Logan quietly set down his briefcase and tiptoed towards the living room with his phone in hand. He would assess the situation and call for help as necessary.

He peeked around the corner and had to hold back a scream of frustration. Lounging on his couch, with a bag of Doritos between them, were his friend Virgil and his roommate Remy. His younger brother Patton along with his roommate, Roman, sat on the floor working on their homework.

Logan pulled back and put a hand to his forehead. Why him? He just wanted a quiet night after a stressful day. Was that too much to ask?

He took a deep breath. He was okay. He was fine. He would handle the situation calmly.

He stepped into the room. “Hello, people who do not live here.”

Virgil gave a little wave without looking up from his phone. “Hey.”

Roman’s “Hi” was nearly drowned out by Patton’s excited, “Logan!” as he threw himself at Logan, who caught Patton with a small “oof.” Logan accepted the hug, although he didn’t hug back. While Patton was the only one from whom Logan would accept physical affection, right now he needed to remain serious. Over Patton’s shoulder, Logan could see Remy’s obvious smirk as he said hello.

After shifting his weight to better support Patton, Logan gave Virgil a stern look. “I gave you the key for emergencies.”

Virgil shrugged. “We were out of Doritos.”

“That hardly counts as an emergency,” Logan said.

Remy looked over the top of his sunglasses at Logan. “Gurl, do not knock the need for Doritos. That is Dorito erasure and I won’t stand for it, no ma’am.”

Despite the many, many responses he could give to that statement, Logan decided to ignore Remy for now. He did not have the energy to deal with that bright ball of sass and pop culture.

Logan returned his attention to Virgil. “And Patton and Roman.”

Virgil gave Logan a meaningful look. “I’m tired of getting texts from Patton asking me how you’re doing because you’re not responding to his texts and calls.”

“I hardly think a few missed texts warrants such drastic measures.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “A few texts? Logan you haven’t responded to any of Patton’s messages in a month.”

Logan felt Patton’s grip tighten at Virgil’s words. Logan blinked at Virgil in shock. A month? Surely it hadn’t been that long. Maneuvering around Patton’s limbs he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his text history with Patton. Sure enough, the last time he had texted Patton occurred on September 20th, thirty-three days ago.

Now he noticed Patton’s trembling frame and the fact that he had yet to release Logan from his tight hold. He felt a pang of guilt. He always intended to return Patton’s messages, but always became so absorbed in his work that he forgot. He had not realized just how much time had passed.

He wrapped his arms around his younger brother. “Patton, I am truly sorry. I did not realize how long it had been. I did not mean to ignore you like this. I became so absorbed in my work that I—”  

“It’s okay, Lo,” Patton said softly. “I’m just glad to see you’re doing okay.”

Despite Patton’s reassurance, Logan could feel him trembling slightly. He also had been clinging to Logan far longer and tighter than normal for a simple greeting hug. It had been such a foolish oversight on his part. Patton was an emotional extrovert and required quality time with those he loved. In addition, as the self-proclaimed Dad friend of their group, he worried over everyone’s well-being excessively.

He broke out of his thoughts when Virgil stood and stretched. “Well, this is sweet and all, but I’m afraid I don’t have much of a sweet tooth today.” He held up the bag of Doritos. “I’m taking these with me.”

“Gurl! I don’t think so! I worked hard to get those Duritos.”

Virgil snorted. “You walked the few feet from our apartment to Logan’s, then settled on the couch while I got them from the cupboard.”

“The mundane details of life mess up my vibes,” Remy said. “You do not appreciate how hard I work to be this fab.”

“Can’t say I do,” Virgil replied. “I’m leaving. If you want Doritos, get your hiney off the couch and get those legs working.”

With a large groan, Remy stood and walked over to Virgil, muttering about how he didn’t deserve this kind of treatment and that Starbucks wouldn’t treat him like this.

Virgil ignored Remy’s complaints and turned to Roman. “Oi, Princey. You’re coming too. I need your health with something.”

Roman held out a hand. “Um, excuse you, I am not some—”

He stopped when he caught Virgil’s meaningful glance at Logan and Patton. He heaved a dramatic sigh. “Oh, very well, I suppose it is the duty of a prince to help poor souls in need of assistance.”

This spurred a stream of offended objections from Remy, all of which Roman ignored as he gathered his belongings.

Patton pulled away from Logan to speak to Virgil. “Do you need any extra help, kiddo?”

“Nah,” Virgil said. “We’re good.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Patton said. “Just give me a text when you’re ready to take us home.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Actually, Patton. I was thinking you could stay here tonight and I could drop you off at your apartment on my way to work tomorrow morning. After all, it’s been a while since we last watched Sherlock together, so…”

Patton gave an excited gasp and clasped his hands together. “I’ll go get the costumes!”

He dashed off to Logan’s room where they stored their Sherlock and Watson costumes.

Virgil raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Costumes?”

Logan fiddled with his tie. “It is merely to get us into the proper mindset to appreciate the brilliant mind of Sherlock Holmes and to help us apply our own deductions as we view the episode.”

Virgil started to usher Remy and Roman out the door. “Uh huh, sure. Well, we’re heading out, so say goodbye to Pat for us.”

“Virgil,” Logan called after him.

Virgil turned. “Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Logan said, completely aware of the reason for the hasty departure.

Virgil gave him a thumbs up, then turned and pushed the other two out the door. Just as the door clicked shut, Patton rushed back into the room, two bundles of clothes tucked in his arms, one with neatly folded garments stacked neatly, while the other looked more like a tumbleweed of cloth.

Patton’s face fell. “Aw, did the others leave?”

“Yes,” Logan said. “It seems whatever Virgil needed from Roman was somewhat urgent. He told me to pass on their farewells to you.”

“He’s so sweet,” Patton cooed. “Oh, here!” He rushed forward and shoved the neat bundle into Logan’s arms.

They put on their respective, hats, scarves, and jackets, then settled onto the couch with Logan’s laptop. Patton snuggled into Logan’s side and they started their favorite episode. Later, they would have a discussion about Logan’s negligence. He would apologize once more and they would come up with a plan to prevent it from happening again. For now, Logan allowed himself to sit back and enjoy the presence of his best friend in the whole universe.

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[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

✨ Djimmi the Great! & Child! Reader ✨

{ Hello, everyone! Here another request of AO3 (yes, I had so many). Even here the reader is a child. Actually, I find funny writing about child! Reader. Hope you will appreciate this story! }

❇️ Magical Friendship ❇️

Life was not easy for any human being, let alone a child.

This life did not frighten you, and you tried to extract the best out of every situation. Even if your worries were not comparable to those of an adult it did not mean you did not own your troubles. Be scolded for have not done your homework or crying because your parents did not want to buy you the new videogame you desired. These were your "problems”, but your parents were not so harsh, and they loved you a lot. Unluckily, they were not here now to comfort you but you were not afraid. You did not need anybody because you were a curious and courageous child. You have always dreamed of living an adventure. Perhaps this was the opportunity life has given you to experience the adventure you have craved for so long.

This place was enormous, mysterious and magical. Every creature that surrounded you was strange and fascinating. The same creatures you met in your dreams, maybe you were dreaming. The human mind generated the most bizarre images, and children’s minds created the craziest fantasies.

You did not know the name of this place and you named it as your "secret island". You were like the protagonists of a videogame and you could not wait to explore every centimetre of this place.

Everything seemed wonderful if you were not a lonely and lost child because you had no idea where you could go and do. You were starving and you had no place to go.

Days passed and perhaps this adventure was not as fun as you thought.

You tried to socialize with the locals, but they have denigrated and teased because you were a human being. You did not understand their behaviour. You ignored them and you went on your way. The only thing you wanted was a friend. Someone with whom you can talk and listen to your problems. No hero worked alone. You needed your shoulder, an assistant, a person that could guide you. You were still an inexperienced child and you could not go too far alone.

One day you were walking, your mind lost in distant thoughts. You were remembering your birthday one year ago. It would have been tomorrow and you would have spent it alone, it was sad. You remembered the day of your birthday with joy. Your cheerful friends surrounded you and sang "happy birthday to you", applauding and screaming your name. You were the star of that day and you could feel the affection of each of them embracing you. Your parents took pictures of you, laughed, and showered you with presents. Among all these gifts, there was also the videogame that you desired. You were the happiest child in the world.

The cake was delicious, the sky clear and blue and even the clouds that looked like cotton candy seemed content for you. Everything was perfect and you hoped that this birthday would be as wonderful as the past one. If you were not alone here. Of course, you could still have a happy birthday but it would not have been the same without your friends and parents.

Still distracted by your thoughts, you walked and walked without a specific destination. Until you stumbled into an object. You lost your balance and you fell on the cold ground but you were a strong child so you did not hurt yourself and you stood up promptly.  

A particular object, the object that made you fall, has caught your eye. It was a lamp. You have not noticed it before so you picked it up, analysing it. It seemed an ancient lamp and it was very dirty and scratched, it was golden and you were able to admire your reflection on its surface. This lamp was odd and peculiar. Since you were a child, you have not thought about the idea of selling it because it was made of gold and you had no money.

The most logical thing to do in this situation was to rub it. Everyone knew that these kinds of lamps were magical so the only solution was to rub it. You were a kid but you were not stupid.  An adult would have threw it away without even touch it or they would have sold it because adults had not that kind of imagination. They were so practical and they did not believe in magic. This place was so different from your home. Here, everything was possible. Logic and rationality made no sense here.

Without thinking twice, you took the golden lamp and you started cleaning it up with the bottom of your sweater. You rubbed with all your energy but nothing happened. You focused even more until your face became red because you were putting a lot of effort in it. Maybe it was useless and it was a normal lamp.

You did not give up and you believed in yourself and in your dreams. You could do it!

After that, the miracle happened and a bright light came out of the mysterious object and you were blinded and confused. A colourful smoke surrounded you but it was not a normal smoke and it smelled good. You found yourself covered in glitter and stardust and you laughed because it was something wonderful. When the glittering fog disappeared, you were able to see again and you noticed a strange figure in front of you. You were not a stupid child and you have already imagined who he was. Yes, you were a very clever and curious child.

It was the genie. The famous genie of the lamp and you were the lucky kid who has evocated him. You could not believe in such wonder.

The man was giant and luminous that you needed covering your eyes for not being blinded. You felt like a little ant compared to him but you were just a human child. Even the genie was surprised and he would have never believed a little human like you could evocate him.

The ancient legends said that these mystical creatures could be found only in special and enigmatic places called Dungeons that were situated in the middle of the desert. Only the bravest adventurers would be capable to find these extraordinary monuments and few were the ones who would be able to escape from their horrible traps and adversity because these were dangerous and nefarious places. You have not fought terrible monsters or won difficult challenges since you found this lamp by mistake.

It seemed that someone has thrown away his lamp and now the poor genie was confused but amused seeing his new owner. You were a real lucky and smart kid but maybe you deserved his help more than anyone else did. The genie’s smile went wide open.

“Who we got here?” he asked smirking.

You were paralyzed and it was a miracle if you have not already peed in your pants since you were still a kid so you could not contain your fear a lot. This man was still a magical giant and he could tear you to pieces with ease using one of his big hands.

Seeing you so scared, the genie laughed loudly holding his own belly because your fear was senseless and funny. You were his little master so he could not hurt you. It was the supreme rule. You have evocated him and now he was your loyal servant. No need to be afraid.

“Have no fear, little human. I won’t hurt you!” his smile got bigger as he talked. It seemed all his body became bigger or maybe it was only your sick imagination.

“I-I’m not afraid…” you did not seem very convincible and you did not believe in your own words.

“Your legs show otherwise.” The genie laughed, and he pointed his fat finger at you. Your legs were trembling as leaves during the cold winter. Then, your body got lighter and you started floating in the air like a helium balloon. Your moves were chaotic and you were about to fall but a mysterious force made you lift as if you were a real balloon. He laughed again. You understood he was such a pranker genie.

It was not a horrible feeling and you felt as light as a feather. You were flying free like a bird out of its cage and it was grand. You swam in the air laughing and screaming of joy. The magical man flew with you until the two of you reached the vast blue sky. The clouds welcomed you in their soft embrace.

An enormous splint appeared in his big hand and then he stabbed the clouds and they became sweet and delicious cotton candy.  Your eyes shined as he offered to you the big stick of cotton candy clouds and you accepted it with pleasure.  It was delightful and you have never eaten clouds. Of course, they really tasted like cotton candy.

“Hey, kiddo! You’ve not already told me your name!” then you remembered you were not alone and you were too distracted by the sweet clouds. You revealed your name and it was not a mystery anymore. The genie smiled at you even if he has never stopped smiling in his teasing way.

“Oh, nice to meet you, little master. My name is Djimmi. Djimmi the Great!” and then he exploded in a louder laugh and all the clouds around him evaporated suddenly.

“M-master?” you repeated and it was strange he called you master.

“Yes, you’re my new master, little one! Yes, it’s weird even for me. You are the littlest master I’ve ever had” and he laughed again as if he heard the most hilarious joke of his existence.

“Oh, golly! Really?!” you could not contain your enthusiasm and you started twirling around like a crazy acrobat in the air. If it was a dream, you did not want to wake up!

“Anyway, kiddo. How you got here?” asked the genie.

“Oh? I don’t know!” this is a question you have never asked to yourself until now, “Don’t you know why I am here?” you asked to him.

“Uhm, nope! We are just met…” he shook his shoulders.

“But you’re a genie. You should know everything!” you opened your arms still floating in the air.

“Ah, probably!” he snorted, “Knowing everything about everything would be very boring!” it appeared as an excuse but maybe he was right and life would be very grey if everything was granted.

“Yes, maybe you’re right! You nodded.

“Of course. I’m a genie, I’m always right!” and he laughed like crazy while the two of you were landing on the soft ground safe and sound.

“Hey! Now can I ask for my three wishes?” your eyes shined like two diamonds and your smile got wide. The genie found you so cute and you were a very exuberant child.

“Oh, kiddo! You go so far, eh? I suppose, times have changed” and he sighed.

Once people were more curious, they appeared terrified in front of his majestic figure, he was usually the one who had to explain rules and all, while this child already knew everything and you did not appear so scared. Yes, you were very scared at first but now you were so relaxed and enthusiast while an adult would still question himself about the logic of this surreal situation. Actually, Djimmi has known many humans in his career and they were weird but, most of all, they were all hungry for power and money. They just wanted to satisfy their greed and ego and at the end, they found themselves in the abyss of the loneliness and desperation.

While he was still lost in his thoughts, you were just observing him with curiosity and only the sound of the surrounding nature was audible.

Actually, you had no idea what you wanted to ask him and you did not want to waste this opportunity. You were a little confused but you could still have fun with your new friend. You were not alone, at least.

“What can I ask?” you had no idea about what you desired.

“Whatever you want, kiddo. But any question about love or death. They cause always trouble!” he said even if this was a rule you already knew. You were a cultured child and you have watched so many movies and cartoons so you knew everything about it. Hollywood could be very useful sometimes.

“Oh, no… Anything of it!” these things made you nervous. You were too young for love or for thinking about death. It was crazy!

“Oh, cool, kiddo! We can get along. That’s fine!” Djimmi nodded, crossing his arms on his big torso.

Your wishes were not so many. You wanted to live a great adventure with your friends and exploring every corner of this place. Since you were here, you have felt very alone and sad because nobody wanted to be your friend and this was awful. This was your first wish.

“I want to have a friend.” The genie looked at you with a confused expression.

“Is this your first wish?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s very important for me” your voice was low and you looked down. Djimmi smiled and his heart got softer.

“You don’t need magic for it. I mean, you can have all the friends you want.” He answered, confused.

“No, it’s not easy. Anyone wants to be my friend here. I’ve tried so much but it’s hard!” you sighed.

“Don’t be dumb, kiddo! You are very smart and funny! I don’t know you very well but I guess you’re even smarter than my ex masters that were very egocentric and weird…” and he did not remember his ex-masters with enthusiasm. Your smile still did not appear on your face.

“All the other children avoid me! They say I’m gross!” you kept your tears.

“Ah, it’s not true! You’re not gross! They’re very rude! Don’t listen to them, kiddo! Actually, you have a friend!” the genie smiled genuinely. This time his smile was not mocking or sinister but it was sincere and warm.

“Really?” you asked.

“Of course. It’s me! Djimmi the great. I may say the greatest is your friend. See? You have a friend and it’s even a genie. You can’t ask for better!” he winked and laughed and you laughed with him.

It was true and you were the one who found him so you could define yourself the luckiest child of the world. Your smile came back and Djimmi could not be more content seeing it.

“So you would go on the adventure with me!?” you asked with joy.

“Oh, of course! And where do we go?” the genie twirled around and he seemed more enthusiast than you were.

“Everywhere!” you clapped your hands jumping around him.

At the end, it was not so difficult to find a friend and it was already in front of you.

The two of you started a super adventure together and you had not even a time of boredom or sadness because everything was amazing. Even all the children who have mocked you were jealous of you because they did not have a genie as a friend but you were gentle and smart enough to forgive them. You became the leader of the kids and everyone gave you the respect and the friendship that you deserved.

#cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #cuphead fanfiction #cuphead djimmi #djimmi the great #cuphead djimmi the great #x reader #child reader #fanfiction

[erlenmeyertrash]

Tag Game #1

 oh boy

tagged by the wonderful @princessbelix !

Rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

I tag: (a bunch of my most recent followers (hello friends!) plus some faves that i love) @ilikethemtallsweetie @endreams-s @datmarshmallow  @iwasnttryingtohelp @bipperisbae @fallforfictionalcharacters @problematicfandomtrash @mydogsaresofuckingstupid @pieces-of-annedrew @thecinnabitch @internallyexplodingrainbows @wherethewaterstarts-andyouend @meginoi @scarletsaphire @wowieimshook @honey-stick @zerogettie @five-hour-anxiety @the-sanders-sides @virmillion

Last

1. drink - coffee

2. phone call - my dad

3. text message - “i’ll read the book or smth. but. just. i cannot” - on myself napping instead of going to class

4. song you listened - Kingdom Come - Jon Bellion

5. time you cried - ...hmm. some time in early to mid-january, maybe? not sure when.

6. dated someone twice? - lol yikes yep. let me be the cautionary tale, kiddos.

7. kissed someone and regretted it - hA yep

8. been cheated on - : ) you betcha

9. lost someone special - yeah

10. been depressed - been for a while, but we on them meds now they’re not really working though but it’s fine

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - ...pro tip? don’t take three shots of honey whiskey in 30 minutes, especially when you’re a) already extremely tipsy and b) don’t know your limits yet bc you’ve only drank like 5 times before

fave colours

12. gold

13. maroon

14. royal blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - : ) yes

16. fallen out of love - yes

17. laughed until you cried - oh definitely

18. found out someone was talking about you - ...i guess?

19. met someone who changed you - kind of

20. found out who your friends are - yeppa yep

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - i’m cackling at this question, but no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - the vast majority, i’d say

23. do you have any pets - I HAVE A DOG

24. do you want to change your name - not really, no. i hated it when i was younger but i like it now

25. what did you do for your last birthday - ...good question. idk?

26. what time did you wake up today - 6:15 and 6:45. ‘15 am, ‘45 pm after a hella good nap

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - trying to sleep

28. what is something you cant wait for - getting my own house

30. what are you listening to right now - the tv show my roomie is watching is filtering through the apartment

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - Thomas, yes

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - ...nothing as of rn? wait oh my god the voice of that dude in ochem. hhh. hate.

33. most visited website - probs tumblr tbh

34. hair color - a mix of mouse-brown and dirty blonde, i’d say

35. long or short hair - long

36. do you have a crush on someone - fam ion even like myself lmao no

37. what do you like about yourself - : ‘ )

38. want any piercings? - not particularly for myself

39. blood type - A+

40. nicknames - abbae, stardust (<3), i think that’s it? other than dog mom of course

41. relationship status - single

42. zodiac - Taurus

43. pronouns - she/her 

44. fave tv shows - i don’t watch much? ultimate favoes over the years have been Warehouse 13, Grey’s, Fringe... I’m forgetting a few prolly but those really stand out

45. tattoos - 0

46. right or left handed - left

47. ever had surgery - nope!

48. piercings - ears

49. sport - volleyball, and i can- on occasion- catch a football

50. vacation - CURACAO

51. trainers - Nikes, hella.

more general

52. eating - girl scout cookies

53. drinking - super sweet coffee

54. i’m about to watch - my friends attempt an escape room

55. waiting for - bedtime tbh

56. want - to get accepted into my Extroversion™️ organization

57. get married - please

58. career - research!

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - ...hmm. i’ll say hugs

60. lips or eyes - eyes

61. shorter or taller - i prefer to be shorter? so like. taller for others lmao

62. older or younger - same thing- i like being younger

63. nice arms or stomach - hmmmm i’ll say arms i guess?

64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - a solid mix of both

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - nah

67. drank hard liquor - i don’t... think so

68. lost glasses - yes, but i find them easily, since if they’re not on my face they’re usually in like 2 possible places

69. turned someone down - ...maybe? gently

70. sex on first date - HAHAHA n a h

71. broken someone’s heart - i don’t think so

72. had your heart broken - yeet

73. been arrested - nope

74. cried when someone died - mmmmhmm

75. fallen for a friend - ...sort of? we were friends before we dated

do you believe in

76. yourself - no

77. miracles - i try to

78. love at first sight - wistfully, yes

79. santa claus - uh yes

80. kiss on a first date - if it works, sure

81. angels - yeS i definitely know a few

other

82. best friend’s name - literally couldn’t pick just one if i tried

83. eye colour - hazel

84. fave movie - La La Land

85. fave actor - .......good question. Thomas Sanders tbh 

#mine #tmi? n e v e r