#a small nibblet

[dyslexic-mess]

Tiniest DCXDP au nibblet before I go to bed:

The bat boys speak several languages. Which they fly into on a regular basis. Dick will go off into Romanian when he's being effectinate, Tim is angry in French, Jason rambles in Spanish and Damien mutters in latin.

(Cass also slips in and out of sign regularly and steph knows German but mostly just the swear words)

It happens enough there not phased by eachother doing it and are used to getting the general jist or rasing an eyebrow when whoever speaking is done and adding. "Okay. Now in English, please?"

Enter Danny who, since his death, has this bad habit of slipping into ghost speak when he's not concentrating for some resosen. Zoned out, angry, disinterested, excited, it's like when he died his first language became ghost speak and sometimes he forgets to translate before he talks.

After your usual 'getting adopted into the batfamily' hyjinx, Danny accidentally slips up in a passionate ramble about a picture NASA released or something. He catches himself and panics, only for whichever sibling he was talking at to roll there eyes and smile.

"English, Danny?"

He decides to do as they did and gloss over it but this is pre phantom reveal so he panics internally. Thing is, everyone else dose it to. Even Bruce. To the point that he stops thinking about it to.

It dosn't come up till Duke comes from a visit, Danny gose on an impassioned rant about the anti ecto laws in ghost speak and Duke turns 'round and asks what language he's actually speaking?? Because it dosnt sound like any languages he's heard????

Everyone turns because, hold on. That's a valid point! What language dose danny keep slipping in and out of??

This is a catalyst towards the reveal.

Also! Before that, everyone thought Danny was an impressive level of bilingual. He always seemed to know what everyone was saying, even when they weren't speaking English.

He isn't bilingual really, its more of a cheat code. It turns out getting crowned ghost king also grants you some kind of internal universal translator because Danny, simmilerly, didn't actually notice his new siblings spoke any other languages before Tim got annoyed and started ranting in French about how unreasonable Bruce was and how jason was trying his best and Danny was following his point completly before he looked over and saw Jason watching with just. A confused. Blank stare.

And then he shrugged to Danny and said "I'm sure whatever he's saying is a good point and I'd back him up, if he's say it in English, PLEASE-"

Which solidly clued Danny into the fact that Tim had, infact, not been speaking English

#bek rambles about crap #danny phantom #dc x dp #its a little weird how much I have to say about this #cus its just a lil concept #a small nibblet #the tinyesy of dynamic idea #but I feel like I could write an entire ficlet with this conept #or atleast several more paragraphs

[cjsmalley]

Wished Away 4

Do The Research (or, How to Sell Your Sister's Soul):

The Ghost King paused, blinking, “You’re not actually trying to sell her soul?”

“No!” Buffy shouted, “I want to sell my soul for her!”

The King blinked some more, “But the ritual sells Dawn’s soul, not yours.”

He stopped floating and poked at the ritual circle, pointing out, “You used the right runes to sell her soul, not yours.”

“I wanna sell my soul,” Buffy assured, almost desperately.

“Okay, time out,” the King made the motions needed, “why are you trying to sell me souls? What for?”

And so Buffy explained and the King listened attentively, asking questions as needed and obviously already planning an offense.

The King, Danny, clapped his hands, “Okay, so here’s how we’ll play this. I’ll accept Dawn Summers’ soul—ah, ah, ah, hear me out, Buffy—like I said, I’ll take Dawn back with me to my dimension while we all work together on this Glory situation. After the dust settles, I’ll send her back. I don’t actually want her soul. So I’ll technically own her soul but we’ll do…shared custody? If that’s okay with you?”

He thought some more, “I’ll also pay her bills; like child support.”

The Scoobies boggled.

“That’s it?” Xander finally asked, “you wanna…adopt Dawnie?”

“Yes? That’s how we treat any kids I get sold. Adopted. Ours. Dawn would be my fourth child, second daughter…although I would probably just act as her uncle in this case. Her care and keeping would still fall to me.”

“Buffy,” Anya spoke up, “take the deal. I don’t think he’s lying.”

“But—”

“Slayer,” murmured Spike, “he isn’t lying. Bloke’s bein’ honest. Take the deal, protect the Nibblet.”

“What do we tell everyone while I’m gone?” Dawn asked.

“That you went to yer wanker of a da,” Spike answered quickly, “he took ya away from Sunnyhell, finally answered his phone after yer Mum died.”

“We’ll pack some things, make it look good,” Willow added, “we’ll pack a lot of your things, like you really are moving out.”

“Everyone will be upset you’re gone,” Tara agreed softly, “so it’ll be an easy charade.”

“I do want copies of her medical records,” Danny spoke up mildly, before asking, “So, Buffy Summers, do we have a Deal?”

“Dawn?”

“If he can help with Glory—”

“If I can’t, I can find someone who can.”

“Then I’ll go with him.”

Buffy nodded, squared her shoulders and said, “Then we have a Deal.”

Danny nodded, “Well, then Dawn Summers, welcome to the family.”

Within the day things were packed and the needed files were gathered.

The Scoobies met Dawn’s new family, or, well, part of it.

Who quickly absorbed the entirety of the Scoobies into the family, very few questions asked and most of them about allergies and favorites.

Even Spike was accepted, though the King’s parents had questions for him about his biology.

Eventually, though, it was time to say goodbye and Dawn was taken through a portal.

Danny and his eldest son—who refused to give any other name than ‘Chat Noir’, or, in English, the Black Cat—stayed behind as the atmosphere shifted into something decidedly more…tactical.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

[darkeninganon]

I'm not licensed and even I know that if you raise a wild animal around humans and don't teach them anything about being afraid and defending themselves that they're going to die if you release them into the wild

As painful as it sounds, a lot of people DON'T know that. They really think that nature will outweigh nurture. It.... doesn't.

Animals (humans, cats, dogs, birds, etc.) have an inherent desire to get the most out of the least amount of work. Where I live, so many people are "Homesteading" (aka, trying to raise chickens and produce in suburbia) that Cooper's Hawks are a MAJOR issue because they're overpopulated, inbred, and no longer migrating due to an abundance of food (livestock birds including chickens, turkeys, pigeons, and even the wild birds who try to nab some food).

They are no longer competing with a small food supply, so they don't see a reason to leave (migrate/kick out their kids).

Animals DO NOT WANT TO WORK for their food. It's part of the reason why rehabbing Corvidae and Raptors is so hard and they often CAN'T be released and either go to a sanctuary, zoo, or education center.

That isn't even taking into account the animals that just.... come out wrong. My mom and I have at least five right now that can never be released; and Eastern Cotton Tail with no fear of humans (Pug; runs up to us demanding food), a Red Squirrel (Jalapeno; literally followed a child into her house and let himself be picked up), and Albino Grey Squirrel (Snowflake; Albinos can't survive in the wild due to their condition), an opossum suffering from metabolic bone disease (Charleston; another rehabber who didn't know what they were doing), and a red fox (Nibblet; She was abandoned by mom and decided she liked humans now).

Pug, Jalapeno, Snowflake, and Charleston will stay with us; we have enough room and supplies to care for those four.

Nibblet is going to a center; where she will live with an older, blind red fox. We tried so hard to get Nibblet to stop being so friendly to people. We put two other fox pups in with her, we stopped interacting with her (excluding food and water). And yet, she still wants to come into our house. Not really to cuddle, but to play/just be in the area she perceives as "home".

That person is raising this fox to see people, cars, dogs, etc. as safe and okay to interact with. They're not. People will see that fox as having rabies and call the police/animal control.

That fox's life is going to be cut short and full of pain and suffering because of one person who can't let go of their ego.

#baka monarch #ask #Animals #animal rehabilitation #stupid people #Sorry this is so long #Also what is this new tagging way #I hate it

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Suptober 30 Oct.: Fingers

Cas peaked around the laptop screen. "Oh, you found the fingers."

deancas, established relationship au; 3 scenes from Halloweentime (one of them lemon flavored, ahem)

i.

"Cas?" Dean threw his arm across the mattress and encountered no resistance. He opened his eyes with great reluctance. "Cas?" he called out more loudly.

"I'm in the kitchen," Cas called back.

Dean found this to be less than ideal, but rolled over, sat up, and swung his feet onto the ice cold floor. Yipped and grimaced. Leaned over to feel around for his Scooby Doo slipper socks. Put them on and stood up awkwardly. Stretched up up up and felt his skeleton crackle and pop in multiple places like a bowl of rice krispies. 

At the little round table in their little yellow kitchen, Cas was typing something furiously at the laptop Sam had refurbished for him. He looked up and smiled as Dean wandered past towards the coffee pot. 

"I forgot to send Jack the recipe for the spooky eyeball casserole," Cas explained.

Dean took a long sip of scorching hot coffee and started to wake up some. "Put a note in there about how using both black and green olives for the irises on the meatballs provides more visual interest." He read a lot of cooking blogs and they were always saying shit like that.

Cas nodded and kept typing. 

A single ray of sunlight escaped a bank of clouds and illuminated the plastic jack o'lantern sitting on the windowsill, made the orange plastic glow with beckoning malevolence. Dean, after making sure Cas wasn't watching, went over and plunged his hand into the candy within the pumpkin. What was breakfast without a few bites of pure medicinal grade sugar?

His fingers closed around something with a texture so revoltingly squishy he flinched and yanked out his hand. The pumpkin tipped off the window sill and barfed its contents all over the countertop. Dean gawked in horror at the offerings: miniature Snickers, small boxes of grape Nerds, chocolate coins with bats embossed on foil wrappers, and at least a half dozen pale middle and index fingers, fleshily lying there like stunned slugs.

Cas peaked around the laptop screen. "Oh, you found the fingers."

Dean gaped at him in horror. "What the hell are those?"

"They're fake, Dean." Cas closed the laptop. "Claire and I bought them at the novelty store the other day."

"Why?" Dean had not consumed enough caffeine for this.

Cas shrugged. "Claire said tricks are an essential part of trick or treat." 

"But I'm the only one eating candy out of this pumpkin." 

Dean heard his own affronted voice and blinked a couple of times. Was his life now truly so pedestrian, so boringly peaceful, that jokey toys were upsetting? A smile began to form on his mouth before he could prevent it from happening. He sighed in defeat.

Cas kissed his cheek as he reached around him for the coffee pot. 

"Yeah, yeah," Dean muttered, and kissed Cas's temple in return.

ii.

"So we have chicken fingers, fish fingers, zucchini fingers, mozzarella fingers, dill pickle fingers, and, ha ha, lady fingers." Sam gestured at the long folding table theatrically, which suited his black satin cape and weird little fangs. "I think this is the most coherent potluck gathering we've achieved thus far."

"Jack's bringing Claire and they'll add a couple more things, plus the monster toes are still baking," Dean informed him while pouring potato chips into a bowl shaped like a Frankenstein head. 

"What are monster toes?" Sam asked.

"Hot dog nibblets wrapped in crescent roll dough." Dean grinned at Sam's grimace. "You dip them in toe jam."

"Great." Sam, still seeming pained, looked across the living room, now crowded with friends, at the smaller table near the kitchen door. "Are there any non deep fried vegetables in this room right now?"

"Yo," Donna said, waving. She was dressed like an ear of corn. "Although technically I'm also a grain and a fruit." She saluted him with her bottle of beer and went back to talking to Garth, who was wearing an old timey prison uniform like a knockoff Hamburglar. 

Sam waved back weakly.

Dean took pity on him. "There's a veggie tray in the kitchen. And maybe some apples?" He patted Sam on the shoulder. "Knock yourself out."

Sam wandered away. Cas came over with a small crockpot liner full of queso and plonked it down on the table between a bowl of alien-green marshmallow salad (the only salad worth Dean's time) and a basket of freshly baked rolls. A blurp of melted cheese had gotten onto the pad of Cas's thumb and he chose to lick it clean right in front of Dean. 

He caught Dean staring and blushed. This made Dean stare much more.

Cas awkwardly wiped off his thumb with a purple napkin. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Dean said in a low, lecherous tone, leaning nearer. 

The brims of their respective cowboy hats collided before any other part of them could make contact. 

Embarrassing.

iii.

With Eileen and Sam crashing on the pull-out living room couch bed, and Jack asleep in the bedroom right next door, Dean and Cas were having to be quiet. Dean realized how difficult that was, and how unused he was anymore to having to account for thin walls and other folks in close proximity, around the time he bit down on Cas's throat.

He put his hand softly over Cas's mouth too, which did muffle some of the moans Cas couldn't or wouldn't stifle completely on his own. Something about pinning Cas down – no more than Dean actually was pinning him down, since he harbored no delusions about Cas's ability to throw him off if he chose to – carved a line of ecstasy through Dean straight from his head to his feet. Dean left the hand on Cas's mouth for only a moment, long enough perhaps for Cas to have proven he'd behave, and removed it to curl his fingers around Cas's hard cock.

"Hush," Dean said against Cas's mouth as Cas whimpered into the touch. "Let me."

Cas laid back and allowed Dean to find a perfect, punishing rhythm, exactly the one Cas preferred to use on himself – and oh, Dean thought, I need to see that again soon.

"I can't," Cas whispered, tossing his head on the pillow and sounding uncertain about what he couldn't do.

Dean rose up just enough to kiss his mouth again and again, their tongues slipping against one another as his fist stayed tight and as Cas's cock felt heavy and silky and terribly sweet in his grip. "Do you need me to use some lube?" he whispered.

Cas bucked up into Dean's fist and shook his head, eyes on Dean until the tipping point of pleasure forced them close, his throat bared and Dean gentling him down off the orgasm's white-hot edge. Dean dragged his fingers up through the spill of come on Cas's stomach and sucked them into his mouth while Cas watched, eyes glittering and hungry in the dim light. After a moment Dean wiped his hand off on a discardable blanket and Cas descended on him in another split-second; their kiss was dirty and deliciously bitter, and left Dean gasping as Cas raked his hand into Dean's pajamas.

"On or off?" Cas asked, hand tight around the base of Dean's aching cock. 

"On," Dean said, grinning. "I gotta do laundry tomorrow anyway."

But he'd forgotten how rarely Cas obeyed and was soon divested of the pjs. The bedroom's cool air proved a useful contrast to the furnace of Cas's mouth. When Dean came later into that welcoming wet heat, he flailed for Cas's hand, tangled their fingers together. Afterwards, Cas sprawled on Dean's chest; they breathed together for a long time, Cas falling asleep as Dean traced imaginary protections onto his skin with his fingertips.

#suptober22 #deancas #destiel #spn #fic #snippetfic #suptober

[charlettebffxiv]

Prompt (Extra Credit) #4: Taxidermy

To the man with the owl in his window, Hello, this is your neighbou Charlette from across the street. It is a pleasure to meet you, even if only through the medium of paper and ink. Well, that is not entirely true. We did meet once, when I first moved into the building across from you. We bumped into each other while I was transporting my houseplant, I remember it being a little shocking for you! Carnivorous seedlings often make a rather striking first impression do they not? You can see Nibblet in my window, they are doing well!

Pleasant ramblings aside, I am sending you this letter with a small request. Nothing quite so huge really, simply that you remove your taxidermized owl from your window. Not that I do not appreciate such a beautiful specimen of La Noscean Stern Owl, but I am uncertain if you are aware of the reflective quality of the marble-eyes your taxidermist (assuming you are not the craftsman himself) placed within its sockets? Goodness, if stars could wink back they would be flickering at your window like opo-opos planning mischief. Furthermore, I am not faint of heart, but there have been no few times I have looked out expecting to see our little alley and instead near-leapt out of my very skin at the ogling glare of your deceased window ornament. It quite reminds me of an unsettling hermit that used to visit my home village in the Shroud. He had a stare that could make your very aether cringe and cover-up it was so piercing. I have a feeling he did not properly cure the milkroot he was no doubt partaking in.

I hope this message finds you well! It was quite an enjoyable puzzle to find your exact address and what a surprise when I realized it was the same man that had such concerns about my plant. Limsa truly is a city that feels so small, despite how grand it is. In Gridania you could go weeks without seeing your next-door neighbour, to the point it sometimes caused concern for their health. Well, now I know how to make sure you and your cat are doing well. Good thing you both live across the street and not in the same building, Nibblet is not a picky eater after all and that ginger tabby is quite a meal I must say. How often do you feed him? Anyway, I look forward to seeing where you choose to move your owl. Might I suggest angled toward the corner where those hooligans keep leaving their bottles after drinking the entire night away, flavoured with some of the loudest conversations I have ever had to endure? Sincerely, Your neighbour Charlette Bellamy, Student of the Arcanist Guild

#ffxiv rp #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv writing #ffxiv roleplay #ff14 #ffxiv

[hanneswrites]

Title: blood & coffee

Pairings: Buffy & Dawn & Spike, Buffy/Spike

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1k

Summary: A small moment of peace in the midst of the chaos of S7. [Spike, Buffy, and Dawn Family Fluff.]

[Read on Ao3]

Author's Note: This is technically set between s7e17 and s7e18 - I think it would technically be plausible for there to be at least several days between these two episodes considering the Buffy Wiki's timeline places several AtS episodes between them. This takes place on one of those theoretical in-between days.

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Buffy slowly makes her way out of bed, rolling her shoulders as she wraps her morning robe around her. She's still sore from the fight the night before, and as she makes her way down the still-dark hallway toward the kitchen, she hopes it's early enough that everyone else is still fast asleep. She's tired - the near-constant pit of worry and obligation sitting in her gut weighs on her, and all she wants is a nice cup of coffee and a hot shower before she has to talk to anyone today. 

She hears the telltale clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen before she even has a chance to round the corner and she stops, contemplating whether she wants to head back upstairs to avoid whoever decided to be up this early, or just suck it up for long enough to brew a pot of coffee. Buffy closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath and steps forward.

And then there's the sound of voices.

"You want something more substantial?" It sounds like Spike, which, out of all of the people currently inhabiting the house, is one of the least likely people to cause her trouble at the moment. She’s actually a bit curious who he could be talking to - so she rounds the corner with a new enthusiasm, stopping just shy of crossing the threshold. 

Buffy leans against the doorway, taking everything in for a moment, allowing herself to fully wake up as she silently watches the two of them. Spike is crouched in front of the fridge, the warm little automatic light playing interesting shadows across his features as he moves things around on the bottom shelf. 

Dawn’s sitting with her back to the doorway, so neither of them have quite noticed she’s there yet. The easy silence of the early morning is settled around them, accompanied by the soft buzzing hum of the microwave. 

"We've got some sausage," Spike squints, bringing the tube closer to his face to examine it, "that expired 4 months ago." 

"Sounds great," Dawn replies, and from her tone, Buffy can tell she's definitely rolling her eyes. Spike huffs and continues to poke around in the fridge.

"Can't survive on microwave oatmeal alone, nibblet," He says, the endearment punctuated by the electronic chime of the microwave.

"I know," Dawn's voice is low and level - a settled warmth in it that Buffy hasn't heard in a long while. Buffy's heart aches at that for a moment. The current situation was weighing heavily on all of them. 

Spike stands, twisting to open the microwave while also holding the fridge door open with his foot. He grabs the bowl of oatmeal from the microwave and hands it over to Dawn before crouching back down, "Might have some...berries of some sort in here somewhere. If you want-" 

"Kennedy ate the last of them last night." 

Spike audibly sighs. He turns quickly to the counter and picks up a small bottle, tossing it over to Dawn. She catches it limply and looks at it forlornly.

"Mix that in - it'll give it," He pauses, sighs again, "some sort of flavor least." 

The two of them settle into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Buffy watches as Dawn slowly uncaps the bottle and shakes a bit of it into her oatmeal - a faint wiff of cinnamon hitting her a moment later. 

"Buff'll be up soon," Spike pauses for a long moment, and Buffy can't help the small rush of nervousness that runs through her at the mention of her own name. 

"I think I'll start a pot of coffee up."  

Dawn lets out a soft hum, and Spike closes the fridge, settling a half-gallon container of milk it on the counter.

"Yeah," Dawn says, "I think she'd like that."

Buffy takes in the sight of Spike preparing coffee before she pushes herself off of the door frame and steps into the kitchen. Spike's eyes slide to her when she enters the room.

"Morning," He offers, and Buffy nods.

Dawn turns around in her seat, taking in her sister’s sleepy presence with a small smile.  

"Hey," She says, "I was just about to come get you." 

Buffy smiles at that. 

"Spike's making coffee." Dawn explains, and Buffy eyes her half-eaten bowl of plain oatmeal. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to Dawn's hair as she passes by.   

"Looks like you two are already well into your morning routine," Buffy gives a tired smile and moves towards the coffee pot, "how long have you been up?" 

"What time is it?" Dawn asks in response - to which Buffy looks over at the clock and raises an eyebrow - just after 4:30am. Spike has already finished pouring out a cup for himself and is now leaning against the counter with one arm folded across his chest.

"Long enough," He quips, his gaze settling on Buffy as she takes the seat to the left of Dawn, a small smile on her lips as she settles down.

It only takes about thirty seconds for Spike to hand her a mug - her favorite mug at that - filled to the brim with rich-smelling coffee that looked to have just the right amount of milk mixed in. A small part of her wants to ignore the clear attentiveness in the gesture - wants to rail against the warm fondness that spreads through her as Spike takes the other seat next to her. But right now - in this moment, in this small reprieve of a morning early enough that the sun hasn’t yet risen, she just takes a long sip of her coffee.

"You feeling better?" Dawn asks.

“Much better,” Buffy replies. She takes another sip of her coffee. 

For a long moment, the kitchen is filled with the small sounds of their morning, of the soft clinking of the mugs, and the small scuffling of feet against the tile. It’s a peaceful, comfortable warmth - one that Buffy can feel down to her toes.

She’s content in the moment. Content with the easy companionship of her sister and the man beside her. Content with the peacefulness of this stolen moment and the knowledge that, perhaps, despite everything, they’ll find a way to make it through this, one more time.

#spuffy #btvs fanfiction #btvs #secretsantaseason2022 #my writing #1k

[spnae]

Chapter 22 It's Complicated

Spike patted the bed next to him and gripped the sheets as he reluctantly pulled his head up. Buffy wasn’t in bed or in their room. He got up, pulled on some clean clothes and went looking for her. She was easy to find, or maybe it just wasn’t hard because he knew her well.

He paused in the doorway of the second floor training room, watching her. She was practicing her staff work again. The staff moved through the air with decisive movement. He grinned as he watched her purposely drop the staff, perform a few of the new moves he had taught her, flip and pick up the staff again.

Spike moved closer. She gave no indication she noticed him until she brought a strike down that would have clobbered him on the side of the head if he hadn’t been ready for it. He was. He gripped the wood of the staff while an easy grin spread over his face.

“Thought I might find you here.”

Buffy jerked on the staff with a swift motion, pulling him off balance. She swung it around in an arch around her and brought it down at shin level, knocking him flat on his back. She gave him a sunny smile. He shot out a leg, hooking a foot behind her ankle and she dropped to the floor, letting out a little huff as she landed. Spike rolled onto all fours and stalked over until he was on top of her. Their faces, inches apart.

“Good morning to you too,” he grinned.

“It’s not morning,” she said as she reached a hand up to the back of his neck.

“Still have some time before we have to leave,” he pressed into her for a kiss.

Buffy accepted it but ended the kiss after only a moment, “I needed to blow off some steam.”

Spike tilted his head and quickly jumped to his feet with an easy predator grace. He extended a hand down to her to pull her up. When he did so, it was with such force that when she sprang up she stumbled against his chest. “Didn’t do enough of that last night?”

She grinned, “Different kind of steam.”

He studied her face a moment as she took a few steps back from him. Worry was coming off of her in subtle waves, “This about Rome?”, he asked.

She picked up the staff again and began beating up a dummy, “Wil emailed me back. Nothing out of the ordinary. Ok, that’s not true. It was nothing they couldn't handle. I guess there was a little weird going on with some sort of a spell but she says they got it all Scoobied out.”

“That’s good, right?”

“Yeah…”

“But you’re not convinced that was the whole of it?”

She puffed out a breath, “Wil hasn’t had a kerfuly spell in a long time… I’m worried it wasn’t her.”

“You think it’s the Nibblet,” he said plainly, it wasn’t a question.

“I don’t know.”

He moved his hands to his hips and circled his head down and back up, “Buffy, I know you want to keep her safe but you can’t seriously think she isn’t going to find her place in this life with or without you or your permission for that matter. She’s already in it, has been for a long time. There’s no way she’s ducking out now. She’s going to do whatever it takes to help out the Scoobies and figure out where she fits in.”

She stopped hitting the dummy and paused holding the staff upright at arm’s length, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, she isn’t a Slayer but she is an incredibly smart girl. Last time I saw her she was already starting on the watcher junior path. I assume that’s still something she’s into, yeah? She’s also got an interest and some small talent for witchcraft. Wouldn’t surprise me if Willow’s been showing her the ropes.”

“I— I’m an idiot. I even sort of gave Wil the green light to train her. I mean not officially or anything but I did tell her Dawn could be her assistant when she needed it… and Dawn’s always hanging out with Andrew and Violet…”

“You get your blinders on a little tight sometimes but you’re no idiot. I’d say she’s getting her baby-witch on. Still doesn’t mean that she isn’t shagging Peaches Jr. or some other hapless frat boy. Unless she’s going in for the birds now,” he rolled a shoulder.

Buffy blinked, “I’d be less worried if she were. No, she’s definitely into guys.”

“Could be he isn’t her type.”

“Fairly sure her type is any decently cute guy that smiles at her.”

“Oh come on, she knows better than that.”

“I hope you’re right.”

He took several steps towards her and laid a hand on her arm. She dropped the staff and went to him, letting him hold her.

“Call the girl. Quit mucking about with the emails and just call the girl,” he said. His tone was firm but gentle. Buffy nodded and leaned in to rest her head on his chest.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Blunder on headstrong, kicking ass and taking names like the amazing force of nature you are.”

“Well duh… I don’t mean that…”

He looked at her calmly, “I know what you mean. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“One of the many reasons I love you,” she smiled sadly and shook her head, “Alright, I’m going to go call Dawn.”

“Let me know how things go.”

“I will,” she went up on to her toes to kiss him then left.

He watched her go. After a minute he shifted his weight into a relaxed fighting stance, “You just going to keep standing there like some master-creep, lurking about?” Spike asked loudly.

Angel came out from behind the screen blocking the stairs going up to Giles’s room. “I didn’t want to interrupt,” he gestured towards the door Buffy had gone through, “She’s worried.”

“Always is.”

“What did she mean; when you said you ‘wouldn’t let that happen’?”

Spike turned towards the door she had exited and picked up the staff Buffy had left leaning against the wall. He balanced it in his hands and gave it a slow spin. Angel watched him intently. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed but the girl’s had it kinda rough the past few years,” Spike nodded towards the rack of staffs behind Angel, “Fancy a go?”

“You’re on pipsqueak,” he grinned tightly as he grabbed a staff and settled into a fighting stance, “Been a while hasn’t it?”

“Not so long,” Spike struck at Angel.

Angel deflected the blow easily and returned with a fake to the right and landed a blow against Spike’s staff on his left. “But what did she mean?” Angel asked.

They exchanged a few more strikes, blocking one another with little effort. “It’s personal, Slayer stuff.”

“Didn’t sound like it.”

Spike spun the staff up and shouldered it, “Her personal Slayer stuff then,” his tone was unyielding.

Angel nodded and advanced again, bringing the staff around to ground level. Spike jumped avoiding the strike, “Too slow old man,” Spike crowed.

“Right… but you help her?” Angel asked as he landed another strike across Spike’s staff.

Spike held Angel off with a high block. He broke his hold suddenly. Spinning around he managed to land a hard blow across Angel’s back, “Course I do. All a bloke can do is try. Don’t know what good it’s doing yet, but I definitely try.”

Angel nodded, as he rolled his shoulders, “She really does love you, huhh?”

“Not sure I’d believe it either if I wasn’t living it,” he grinned easily as he deflected another staff blow.

Angel furrowed his eyebrows, glaring daggers at him, “I can’t get used to you smelling like her.”

Spike rolled his eyes and spun with his staff taking Angel out at the knees, “You know it really is gross when you say it like that.”

“You know damn well what I meant.”

“Well sure, it’s no secret you’re jealous. Hell, even I can’t blame you for that.”

“You got a point, Runt?” He grunted before coming up to his knees and blocking another blow.

“I know what it’s like being in love with her and watching her being happy with someone else. We’ve both been there. She’s made her choice.”

Angel pulled himself up, “And somehow it’s you. How is that even possible?”

The fight continued. Each of the vampires continued to exchange strike after strike. Spike kicked Angel squarely in the chest, “You still have no idea what I’ve done for her.”

Angel staggered back. He clutched at his chest and brought his staff up to block as he straightened up “The soul thing? Hello! Original vampire with a soul. Right here!” He took a hard swing at Spike’s head.

Spike took the hit but recovered quickly, “What you’ve got there is a curse! I made a choice! Big difference!” He seethed. Spike continued to twirl the staff hitting him. He gripped the staff in one hand and grabbed Angel by the front of his shirt with the other. He jerked him once and released him with a push.

“Oh so you mean to tell me Angelus would go halfway across the world. Willingly go through all sorts of trials and torments. All just so he— you could get your soul? All for her. Just to be someone who could possibly, potentially, be worthy of her? Because that’s exactly what I did. I did that. Me. Angelus doesn’t give a rat's ass about Buffy,” he finished as he brought the staff around to hit Angel hard in the stomach.

Before Angel could recover, he spun, bringing the staff around to Angel’s lower back. The blow knocked him down onto his knees. Angel scrambled back to his feet to resume his fighting stance. “Know what I think? I think you’re just jealous I got to her first.”

“Oh you want to open that can of worms, do you?”

“Struck a nerve?”

“See I got the bit about loving her and being with her and all. What I didn’t get before, was the fact that she was just a girl when you did. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not delusional, we both did some horrible things to girls that age when we were evil. We were soulless, beasts… but you. You had a soul when you bed her. You’re immortal, or next best thing, and you couldn’t have waited until she was at least a legal adult? You go on about having a soul and all but deep down your moral compass never did point quite right did it? It’s why you spent a hundred years in the gutter. Truth is that this whole having a soul thing has a lot to do with the sort of person we were when we were alive, don’t it?”

“You know nothing about me and Buffy!” Angel growled as he attacked Spike, he landed a solid blow to his rib cage and a second blow to the side of Spike’s face. He dropped the staff, pinning him to the wall with his forearm across his throat.

Spike raised his eyebrows, “Don’t I?”

Angel’s eyes flashed with anger.

“She ever tell you who Dawn’s trusted sitter was? Bit was about the same age I wager. I was soulless and never touched the Bit!”

“You weren’t dating her either, you weren’t in love with the girl. Plus, you were all chips-ahoy!”

Spike kneed Angel in the stomach. Brought his arms up breaking Angel’s hold on him. He retrieved his staff and stood on guard. “Get real, Peaches. Nibblet had a crush on me, plain as day. Plenty I could have done to her that would have never come close to registering on that bloody chip. Never had the mind to take advantage of the situation. Not once. Treated the girl like my own kid sister, I did.”

“Buffy and I were in love!” Angel charged at Spike, punching him several times in the ribs..

Spike broke away and struck Angel at the back of the knees with his staff, then again at the back of the neck. “That makes it all alright then. I might have done a lot of deprived things, bunch of them with you. Hell even some with Buffy, even. But at least she had a say in it, as an adult. You always tried to make it out like you were the better man. It’s all been bullshit. Even without a soul I knew better. I didn’t understand a hell of a lot of things, couldn’t always control the evil inside and it always seemed like a great big gray area between right and wrong back then but at least I had a general idea about what right and wrong was. It’s why I got my soul. I knew it was the right thing to do.”

He gaped up at Spike.

Spike shouldered his staff and continued, “Angelus would torture and kill everyone in this castle and laugh as he did it before drinking them dry. We both know it.”

“Like William the Bloody wouldn’t?” Angel spat as he stood up again.

“I’d have to be mad to go back to that. Soul or no soul, I’d still do anything for Buffy,” he said as he walked over to the rack to put the staff away. “Thanks for the warmup, Old Man,” he huffed.

Spike headed out of the room, leaving Angel alone to consider his words. Angel had always thought Spike had always been a strange vampire. He always thought it had something to do with what he did to Drusilla. Or maybe the way he, Angelus that is, had treated him. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Now he really began to wonder if there was more to Spike than he ever wanted to admit.

*******************

“Are you sure about this, Buffy?” Wendy asked, her tone uneasy.

“Just stand back and let Angel do the talking.”

They were back in the altar room where they had originally met Elric. The room was much more crowded than the previous night. Twelve more Minch elders joined Elric, the thirteen demons stood on the far side of the room. They had added a podium next to the altar where Angel stood talking to the Elders.

Spike, Buffy, Wendy and her group of girls stood back a few feet behind Angel listening intently. Little baby Alun kicked his legs happily as they dangled from the baby carrier Wendy wore on her chest. He had been relatively quiet while they made their way there but now they were standing still he had started making a lot of silly baby sounds. Buffy hoped that the fact the baby was clearly happy and cared for would work in their favor. Even though she couldn’t understand a word they were saying, it seemed like Angel had everything in hand. She hoped.

The Minch elder Angel had been talking to was a matronly looking demon with fine white dreadlocks that trailed down to her ankles. Small silver charms and intricately woven wire or possibly a fine chain had been worked into her hair carefully. Like Elric, she too had a number of visible piercings. Hers ran along her ears mostly and one in the center of her bottom lip. Buffy watched as she walked around and past Angel to the spot where Wendy stood holding the baby. She looked the baby over, and allowed the tiny demon to grab her finger on her delicately webbed hand. The older demon woman smiled, showing a set of very straight, very sharp teeth that looked as though they might be made of metal.

Wendy made a gulping sound but stayed still and quiet with a hand on the baby’s back. After several moments the demon woman bowed her head to Wendy and the girls standing with her. She walked around pausing briefly in front of Spike. She looked him over and gave a haute sniff before making her way back over to the other elders.

They huddled around her in a circle as they talked in hushed tones. Buffy nudged Spike, “What’s going on?” She whispered.

“Having a little powwow it would seem,” he answered in a horse whisper.

“Ya think?”

“This Minch stuff isn’t the easiest you know, it’s not like Fyarl. Makes Latin look like daisy picking.”

“Between you and Angel, I always thought you were the language guy,” she kept her voice low.

“Eh, normally am. I probably have more of them under my belt than him. Can’t really do this one or Chinese.”

Angel turned towards them slightly and swatted the air behind him signaling them to quiet down. Buffy shot him an apologetic look. Spike didn’t bother, he just folded his arms over his chest.

A second elder stepped forward. This one was taller than the others. Bald like Elric but with a row of piercings running from where his hairline would have been, clear down to his neck like a Mohawk. in addition to the pierced Mohawk, he also had one at the bridge of his nose, another like a large bullring, and sported a beard that could have been tucked into his belt. He too circled around the group scrutinizing each of them in turn but did not pause. He simply kept going until he rejoined the rest of his fellows. All of whom, Buffy now noticed, were all sporting a large number of visible piercings.

There was a short discussion amongst the thirteen elders. The tall bald one with the beard, came back in front of Angel and began speaking again. Angel nodded and gestured towards the girls and Buffy as he answered him. The bald elder furrowed his brow and gestured to Spike. Angel gave an exasperated little nod and mumbled something in a tone to match.

“What the hell was that?” Buffy hissed quietly in Spike’s ear.

Spike took her hand and squeezed, “Angel being a ponce and getting called out on it. It’s a formality, Pet. No worries as long as Peaches doesn’t screw up the parlay,” he answered her.

Elric stepped forward and addressed Angel. It was a short conversation. At the end of which Angel bowed as Elric handed him something and stepped away. He caught Spike and Buffy’s eyes and the three of them ushered the girls and the baby out quickly. They were back in the main tunnel on the way back to the castle before Buffy stopped Spike and Angel, letting the girls go on ahead of them.

“Alright you two, spill. What was with the quick exit?”

“Just the way they do things, Pet. They aren’t keen on having outsiders hanging around.”

“Spike’s right, that’s not the part we have to worry about.”

“What is it now?”

Angel cleared his throat, “Same as before. When we get back we’ll have to get the baby stuff together and get some things ready for his return tomorrow night.”

“Why does that sound like there’s more to it than you’re letting on?” She asked.

“Because you’re a smart lady,” Spike interjected, “What are you leaving out, I know I didn’t catch everything in there.”

“Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut,” Angel snapped.

Buffy was getting annoyed, “Guys, focus.”

Angel huffed, “Yeah. The gifts… They expect a procession of gifts. Each of us is expected to bring something of value.”

“So we’ll divide the stuff up.”

“I don't think diapers and baby clothes are going to cut it. Not completely. We can still give them that stuff but they have made a few requests too.”

“What do you mean? Like a reverse ransom?”

“Actually yeah, sort of.”

She frowned, “Great… and this is supposed to happen tomorrow night? What else do we need to take?”

“I have a list here. Most of it is pretty standard stuff you probably have at the castle.”

“Let me see that,” she said, grabbing the paper off of him. She skimmed down the list, “This isn’t a ransom, it’s a demon baby registry! We already bought over half the stuff on here… wait… what do they need a houseplant for?”

Angel snatched the paper back from her, “Houseplant? Houseplant…” he repeated, “I’m just going by what they told me.”

“Right,” she said skeptically. She reached out her hand for the list, “I’d better get started on this before tomorrow night. I’ll get Faith and the girls to help with it,” she read it over again and handed it to Spike.

“Good call, Slayer.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked back up at Spike, “A houseplant?”

*******************

Early the next evening, Buffy stood in the living room double checking the gift list against the baskets and bags containing the gifts. She was bent over one of the bags when Spike walked in. A slow grin formed on his face when he saw her with her butt in the air like that. She hadn’t noticed him as he moved closer to press the front of his jeans against her backside.

Startled, Buffy stood up with a yelp, “What the— Oh, Spike!”

Laughing, Spike reached out a hand to steady her before she fell over, “Wohh there, Love. It’s just me. Your tender lovin’ man. You’re awfully jumpy.”

She turned around and allowed him to envelope her in his arms, “It’s just been a long day. I keep feeling like I forgot something. There should be something for each of us to carry. There’s seven of us, three big gift bags and two baskets packed to the gills. That’s five…”

“The greenery,” he said nodding towards a beautiful looking snake plant one of the girls had managed to scrounge up.

“Right, that’s six… why am I—“

“Baby blue?”

Buffy slapped her forehead with her palm, “Seven!” Buffy sighed exasperatedly and buried her head in his chest, “I can’t wait for this to all be over,” she mumbled against his gray button down dress shirt. She noticed his hair was still damp from the shower and inhaled the scent of his soap, letting it calm her. He smelled exceptionally good.

“Get this sorted out tonight. Send Angel on his merry way. Suss out what’s really going on back in Rome. And start having some fun, just you and me.”

Buffy looked up at him, “I really like the sound of that,” she murmured as she leaned in for a kiss. He brought a hand to the back of her head and the other pressed into the small of her back. Buffy felt the tension melt out of her body as she ran her hands over his muscular back and they deepened the kiss.

They didn’t break apart until they heard a forced cough coming from the archway leading from the entryway hall into the living room. They both looked up to see Faith and Angel standing there. Angel gaped at the sight before him. Buffy and Spike intertwined in the midst of a large pile of baby gifts. This, coupled with the sparring session with Spike the day before, was like a punch to the gut.

Angel hadn’t felt this level of defeat since Spike had beaten him to the cup that was supposed to determine which one of them would get to become human. Granted, that had turned out to be a fake. It still reminded him that he had signed away his right to the Shanshu prophecy.

He still hadn’t told Spike, he’d practically given the prophecy over to him. It hadn’t really hit him until that moment that he’d also handed over any legitimate claim he could have still had on Buffy. He hung his head looking at his shoes and stepped out of the doorway into the hall and back through to the kitchen. He didn’t belong here.

“I’ll get him,” Faith said.

“Nah, I got this,” Buffy argued.

Buffy went to let go of Spike, he held tight for a moment, “Just a minute, Love. He probably just needs some space. I went a bit hard on him yesterday.”

Buffy placed a hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes, “I need his head in the game. That’s the whole reason he’s here. We can’t have him screwing up now, you know that. I got this,” she said, patting his chest as she did. Then she made her way into the kitchen where Angel was preparing a mug of blood.

“Everything ready to go?” He asked casually.

Buffy eyed him, “Yeah, everything is accounted for. How are you holding up?”

He shook his head, “Buffy— I’m not trying to be the jealous ex-boyfriend here,” he said, taking the blood from the microwave.

“Trying, not trying…” she shrugged and gave him a knowing look, “You’ve been sulking since you got here.”

“You’re happy and that’s what matters… I just… I wish it could have been me.”

“It can’t.”

“I know.”

“I’m not the same girl I was.”

“No, you’re not.”

“So we’re good?” She said briskly, she was having a hard time keeping the anger out of her voice, “I told you before, you don’t get to come in, all possessive every time I get a new boyfriend. It’s not fair to any of us. Plus it’s damn stupid!”

Angel looked at the deep red liquid in his cup and back up at her, “I know. No more harking on your choice of boyfriends.”

“Well fortunately I don’t think you’re gonna have to worry about any future boyfriends. Pretty sure I’m done. Just make nice with Spike. Stop being an ass and we’re good.”

Angel clenched his jaw and relaxed, “Fine. But the minute he breaks your heart or—“

“Yeah, I get it.”

He took a breath and let it out, letting the motion of his chest settle him despite having no need for oxygen, “What happened to the cookie dough thing? Are you telling me you’re suddenly done baking?”

“Not exactly, but neither is Spike… we’re sort of baking together,” she frowned at her own choice of words.

“Always thought he was half-baked,” Angel huffed but gave her a little half smile.

Buffy gave a tiny snort, and sobered. “I love him. What I have with him is… well it’s different from what you and I had.”

“Had?”

“Yes, had! You were— you were one part lover, one part mentor. That kind of thing gets all twisted. There was never a chance that could work. Not really. Spike and I… we’re equals in a lot of ways and where we’re not, we sort of balance each other. I can totally be myself with him. It’s just… it’s nice… it’s beyond nice. I need him. I’ve never truly needed someone before. Not the way I need him. It’s hard to put into words. I just know I hate being without him for more than a day or two. I just wish I had known when he first got back, ghost or not,” she gave him a pointed look.

“I can accept you’ve moved on, I can even somehow accept it’s with him. You smell so much like each other now it’s…”

“Getting gross dude…”

“Look, you might be with him for the long hull, but I do not have to say or do anything that makes life easier for that bleached idiot.”

She pursed her lips, “Great talk. I feel loads better. Let’s give back this Minch kid and then we’ll all go for karaoke afterwards!”

Angel missed the sarcasm, “Not exactly my thing…”

“No kidding, not mine either… Might go to a club tonight though. You really need to lighten up. You’re like a big ball of cloudy dark blahh.”

“Thanks, really appreciate that.”

“Yeah… so anyway,” she nodded briskly, glancing at the little silver watch she was wearing, “We roll out in ten.”

#fanfic #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy fanfic #buffy x spike #spuffy #bound #spike x buffy

[mywifeleftme]

108: Oh-OK // The Complete Reissue

The Complete Reissue Oh-OK 2011, Happy Happy Birthday to Me (Bandcamp)

The original Athens post-punk bands played skewed dance music, jumping off from the jittery rhythms of acts like Talking Heads and The Raincoats to create beats for white southern college kids to shake and stumble to. (Watch the 1987 Athens, GA.—Inside/Out documentary to see some of the worst dancing ever recorded.) Formed in 1981, Oh-OK were part of the second generation of Athens bands and the influence of the B-52’s, Method Actors, and especially Pylon is obvious. Primary songwriter Lynda Stipe was just 16 and singer Linda Hopper not much older when they formed the band, and right off the bat their songs had a quality that was childlike but not naïve. They knew exactly who they were. Their original (bass-drums-vox) lineup didn’t even have a guitar player, which furthered the impression their music was almost a found thing, like field recordings of twins inventing their own songs to jump rope to. It’s punk in spirit, but without hostility: “I am a person / and that is enough” goes the chorus to their most well-loved anthem. The closest thing to conflict is liking someone’s perm so much they wish that person didn’t have it.

Pylon took them on an East Coast tour more or less right away, and their four-song Wow EP won them a level of critical notice most bands spend their whole careers striving for, highlighted by a rave review in the Village Voice from Robert Christgau. (He remained a fan.) They did eventually add a guitarist in fellow Athens resident and future power pop auteur Matthew Sweet, and while his musical competence helped move Oh-OK’s music in a more refined direction, Stipe and Hopper were also literally growing up. Their second EP, 1983’s Mitch Easter-produced Furthermore What, still feels like Oh-OK, but it expands their sound in small, welcome directions. Furthermore What is playfully beaded with the same kind of odd found-sound nibblets Easter brought to R.E.M.’s Murmur (recorded the same year and featuring Lynda’s older brother Michael), and the songs stretch out into intriguing new directions on numbers like the dreamy “Choukoutien.”

Unfortunately, Oh-OK folded up their tent the following year, but a compact legacy seems to fit this most compact of bands. Linda Hopper and second drummer David McNair went on to form the long-running alternative rock act Magnapop; original drummer David Piece had a zine for a while that documented the Athens scene; Sweet wrote “Girlfriend” and “Evangeline”; Stipe led several even more niche acts I’m hereby reminding myself to check out. Good lives, from what I can tell.

108/365

#athens music #athens georgia #'80s music #0h-OK #female singer #college rock #indie rock #post punk #musc review #vinyl record

[luntica]

Hung with our partner systems nibblets (gender neutral term for niece/nephew) today, fabric shopping, scout training and finishing with kfc.

Means we ended up with a meltdown when I messed up rat food. Spent all the energy so the small correction ended up triggering flashbacks on top of being the last thing to go into meltdown.

I had mixed peanut butter into the rats seed, carrot/pea baby food mixture. If you know rats you know peanut butter is too gooey for them. We didn't so our partner system kindly informed us and was going to help clean it up but due to our disorders we instead did it all. Our fault our mess, we clean up no one else can help.

Raven exploded with a "don't you get it, I always fuck it up" and knew he had to go to scout cause emotions were big.

So we went to our safe space with scout and let it out. Leading to memories of broken vacuume, the accidental death of our first hamster, and a lot of dropped things. Threw this the muscles of tur body twitched and our head did a "no" head shake at various speeds.

Scout stayed watching and made sure we breathed threw it all.

Its scary. A lot of this shit is. But we were and are safe. Our partner system was able to make sure the rats were ok and that so were we. We even talked after to help reestablish no one was angry or blaming anyone and that it was trauma responses and we were all ok.

- John

[randomperson351]

Mix ups - Venom (Requested)

Summary: Venom makes a joke that goes too far about your speech impediment, but can he find a way to fix it?

Note: Requested by Anon. Also I hate the ending so just ignore that.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my works. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

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“Come on, little nibblet. I know you can do this.”

“Take a deep breath, and try one more time for me.”

“We will get there, tiny human, we have all the time in the world.”

The deep voice, despite the encouragement, did nothing to help the repetition of that one stupid sound. Like it was spiting you.

“Can I h-h-h-” You stopped and sighed in agitation, almost tempted to throw the equally stupid symbiote at the wall when his purring started up again to get you to ‘relax’.

Hey! I’m trying to help here.

Shit. You forget he was literally inside your head.

“You’re literally in-inside my h-h-head, you make me t-talk normal. Asshole!”

Of course that’s the word you can say perfectly fine.

Venom felt the rush of shame, embarrassment and fury run through you and felt guilty about what he said immediately. He didn’t mean it to offend you, it was just meant to be a joking thing.

“I’m sorry-”

“Go b-back to Venom- Eddie! Go bac-k-k to Eddie, asshole.” You corrected yourself quickly. Not only were you blessed with a stutter, but sometimes words just would not come out in the right order.

“Nibblet, please, I’m sorry! Don’t make me go back to Eddie, he stinks and never has any food that I like.”

“Go.”

“I’ll be quiet for the rest of the day, you won’t even know I’m here. Not a peep!” He tried desperately.

“Venom! Just f-fuck off for a few-few hours and l-l-leave me be.” You hated being mean to Venom, but sometimes he needed a punishment to understand he couldn’t do something like that again in the future. That it wasn’t something to be taken lightly, or ‘as a joke’.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few hours for you nibblet.”

Turns out a few hours was long enough for you to take a nap and not hear the gelatinous creature try to get back in your apartment. Venom took a detour through the vents, into the apartment above, down the grill and finally made it into your bedroom where you were resting peacefully.

He slowly sunk into you to wake you gently and started speaking when you were drowsy.

“It’s just me, small one. I’m sorry about earlier, I love your little stutter, it makes you, you. I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure about it, I just wanted to make you feel more comfortable but when I realised it wasn’t helping I panicked. Please let me stay, I brought you some food and flowers and a puppy I found.”

“You stole a puppy?!” All of a sudden you were wide awake and tuned in to the scuttling sound of paws in the kitchen.

“They bring you comfort and the small thing looked so cold and lonely, I thought if anyone could help it, it would be you.”

Running into the kitchen, a little Irish wolfhound was staring right up at you.

“Aww!” You squealed, picking the puppy up.

“So, I can stay?” Venom asked hesitantly.

“Of c-course!”

Since that went so well, Venom was trying to figure out a way to break the news that he bit the owner of the dog’s head off when he found him in an alley trying to abandon him. Oh well, you’d be better than any owner he’d have otherwise.

#randomperson351 #fluffy venom #venom let there be carnage #venom x reader #requested #venom angst #venom fluff #venom x you #venom drabble #venom x insecure!reader #venom x stuttering reader #do not repost

[ckneal]

So, there’s this one angel story in the back of my head that I know I wont write. I wont write it, because it’s utter nonsense, with very little regard for the canonical timeline of Supernatural, and a willfully blurry view on what is and is not “in character.” It’s fluff. It’s all fluff, in the form of a bunch of smaller stories that gradually weave together, following the Love, Actually style of storytelling, but instead of problematic love stories, it’s all about angels playing hooky from Heaven after the Fall.

(Seriously, there is no substance here, I swear.)

Stories include Abner, living out the first half of the movie Family Man, struggling to figure out how to be a good father and house husband after he steps into the life of the raging alcoholic who agreed to be his vessel. There’s also a very minor story about Esther (not to be confused with Hester, who is not in this story because she never deserted her post in Heaven) learning to play the part of a little girl and navigating schoolyard politics, but kids can be mean and Esther learns the hard way that Michael’s approach to asserting dominance in Heaven does not translate well. There’s also Daniel and Adina, who both settle into vessels in the same movie theater where a romantic comedy is playing, and fall into a very innocent, play-acting sort of love after they leave the theatre—like little kids pretending to be in love, recreating the scenes from the movie, but at the same time not really understanding it. Balthazar, Gabriel, and Anael each trying to roll with the luxurious high roller life style, and awkwardly running into each other at VIP poker games, exclusive spas and clubs, and the occasional orgy that they promptly leave IMMEDATELY after running into a sibling (don’t give me weird looks, Balthazar and Gabriel canonically include that sort of thing in their definition of luxury, and the whole thing of their story is their siblings keep cramping their style). Tyrus is in there bowling, somewhere. Benjamin’s playing arcade games with his wife. And then there’s Thaddeus, my pet favorite minor angel character, realizing what’s happening as he’s falling with all the other faithful angels during the Fall and seizing the opportunity to abandon his life as a guard and torturer, settling into a pop star for his vessel—initially for the sake of the cushy lifestyle, but then gradually looking back, before the garden and Lucifer, before everyone was assigned a job in Heaven, like it or not, and the options were to adapt or to be smote, and remembering that back then, he could sing.

And of course, Michael and Adam get a story too—in which Michael lowkey gets into a pissing contest with death, as he and Adam travel the world, hitting up hospital after hospital to heal people. Because the first thing Adam wanted to do after getting out of the cage (okay, second thing—burgers came first) was go to the nearest medical center and start healing people left and right. And at first, they’re having a great time. Adam steals a white jacket he finds in the breakroom somewhere, and anytime someone says he looks a little young to be a doctor (Adam still looking nineteen years old, because I say so), Michael wipes the poor sap’s mind. But eventually—sometime after they’ve cleared out the children’s ward, the cancer ward, the cardiac ward—Billie shows up, sniping at them that they can’t just go around healing people who are destined to die, because there is an order to life and death that cannot be shoved aside. And Billie tries to make a show of it, as Terra did with Dean, by having several people who Adam had healed over the course of the day inadvertently cause several massive accidents. The news suddenly comes pouring out of the television, channels flipping as newscasters talk about tragedies occurring in several different parts of the city they’re currently in. The sound of approaching ambulance sirens fills the air, as in the hospital hallway, doctors and nurses begin hurrying to receive a rush of ER patients.

Adam’s horrified.

Michael does not take kindly to this. He snaps his fingers and makes it so that the carnage has never happened. Because he is the archangel Michael, only two steps away from being a god, and if he says that all of these people are going to live, then they are going to live, and he WILL NOT be intimidated, especially by an amateur reaper whose only qualification for her position was dying at the right time.

Billie in turn lands Michael with a cold stare, and points out that the order to life and death is beyond even God’s authority, let alone daddy’s blunt, sniveling instrument.

As Michael’s eyes start to glow, Adam steps in and says, “So, to be clear, you want us to stop healing people on the verge of death? We can do that.”

After Billie leaves, Michael is outraged, but Adam says, “No, Michael, THINK about it.”

We then cut to other stories, where newscasts in the background reveal that ailments that are not IMMIEDATELY fatal (AIDs, diabetes, Alzheimer’s, etc.) are mysteriously disappearing overnight, worldwide.

Billie is not amused, and tells her reapers to be on the lookout for an archangel at every major hospital in the world.

Cut to Michael throwing open the door of the bunker, muttering aloud to Adam that he’s going to do it, he’s going to bind Death, just like Lucifer did—how hard can it be? Sam and Dean see him as he goes stomping off toward the cabinet where they keep all of their magical dry goods, but Michael snaps his fingers and the two of them are abruptly half drunk in Dean’s man cave, sitting in front of Dean’s flat screen TV, watching some campy monster movie, because that’s lowkey what Michael and Adam assume they do all day.

As they’re raiding Sam and Dean’s supplies though, Adam says, “Wait, I have an idea.”

Cut to Abner looking up while pushing his vessel’s daughter in a park swing, and literally seeing Michael and Adam chasing an ambulance, so they can technically heal the person inside before reaching the hospital.

Yes, I’m aware that Abner was dead by the time Michael and Adam got out of the cage. But see, this story? This story is like when someone gifts you a goldfish unexpectedly, and you put it in a bowl, checking in to feed it a couple times a day, lowkey expecting it to die. But it doesn’t die, it gets bigger. And you’re not a cruel person, so you put it in a bigger tank, but it just gets bigger again, and you don’t really know what’s going on, but you know, you just kind of keep checking in, meeting the minimum requirements but not really getting in there as a guiding force because it’s a goldfish and it’s surely going to die any minute now—but then you look over and there’s giant tank taking up your living room, and you’re thawing out bloodworms twice a day, and looking into tankmates to keep Charles company, and realize that “Oh wow, I guess this is a thing now.”

In short, the story says we’re ignoring the timeline, and it’s calling the shots. I’m just keeping the tank clean.

The angels all eventually wind up running into each other. Abner and Esther happen upon one another in a park, where Esther is morosely realizing that she is terrible at being a human child but she does not want to go home to Heaven, and it just happens to be the same park where Abner goes with his “little nibblet” once a day to let her toddle around the playground while he chats with nannies and other house parents. Anael, Adina, and Daniel meet up when the latter two’s game has reached the point where they’ve decided to get married, and they apparently need to buy something new—preferably blue—as per this very important rhyme someone told them about. Esther and Gabriel run into each other in an ice cream parlor. Thaddeus gets recognized while doing an interview on TV that everyone sees. And, while out joyriding in a Lamborghini, on their way to meet up with the growing community of angels who decided to opt out of their responsibility to Heaven and their father’s legacy, Balthazar, Gabriel, and Anael are all startled to see Michael land on an ambulance stopped next to them at a red light.

Balthazar and Anael are both terrified, as if they’ve just been busted by a parent, because Michael, of course, is the guy who enforces the rules, and isn’t he supposed to be in Hell? They both shoot Gabriel looks as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’ when Gabriel, watching as Michael climbs down and matter-of-factly wrenches the ambulance doors open, calls out, “Hey, Mike! Is that you?”

Michael looks over, freezes for a second—not prepared to be suddenly thrust into a social situation in the middle of his self-imposed mission to spite death—then his eyes flash and Adam takes over. “Oh hey, you’re Michael’s family? What a small world! I’m Adam, I’ve heard so much about you. Wait, hang on—”

The light starts to turn green, but Adam snaps his fingers and it promptly reverts to red.

Three jaws drop in the luxury car, and they don’t even hear Adam politely explain that he and Michael are in the middle of something, as he ducks into the ambulance, because Michael’s evidently letting a tiny human use his powers like it’s nothing, and what does that mean?

“Sweet dad in the unknown, Michael’s shagging a human. . .”

“Nooo!”

“HOW?”

“Hey, kid, you like weddings?”

At some point in the story, all the MIA angels are together, and Benjamin or someone comes running in saying, “Quick, they’re coming! Everyone hide!”

And everyone scatters, except for Michael, who stands in place, saying, “Gabriel, we’re archangels, two of the most powerful beings in existence. Why would we—”

And then Gabriel picks Adam up like a sack of potatoes and sprints off, calling back, “Trust me, you do NOT want to get involved with them!”

Being a projection, Michael is obligated to follow.

Team Free Will then walks by, looking constipated from whatever Big Awful Thing is currently threatening to destroy the world.

The story, of course, culminates in the wedding of Adina and Daniel, who still don’t quite understand what marriage is beyond promising to love each forever, which of course they will, after all, they are the very best of friends—which is about the same concept that most of the other angels present have. Adam is the first one to actually approach the big awkward question, upon finding out who the bride and groom are.

“Wait, aren’t they brother and sister?”

To which Serafina’s Adam, (who is of course there since Serafina was the original angel to play hooky) whose sons married his daughters, and all the angels, who do not understand what that has to do with anything, all cock their heads in unison and respond with, “So?”

Adam struggles to find words, looking into so many innocent faces. Then Benjamin’s wife puts a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “Shhh, let them have their fun.”

Benjamin’s wife and the two Adams wind up sitting at the venue’s bar, where they order nachos from a very confused bar tender, and watch as the angels go about setting up a wedding. But given that most angels haven’t been on earth regularly in roughly two thousand years, none of them have a clear grasp of what a human wedding entails.

“I heard it’s traditional for the father to give away the bride.”

“I think they’re supposed to kiss over bread.”

“Do humans still slaughter cows at these things?”

“I’m pretty sure someone is supposed to break a glass—”

Several angels promptly throw glassware on the floor.

At no point do the angels ask the humans for advice.

Occasionally, Gabriel knowingly throws out obscure details to keep the confusion going.

“You know, the groom needs to stand with the right arm to the aisle in case a sword fight breaks out.”

“Right! . . .How do we know which one’s the groom?”

At the bar, Adam open’s his mouth to say something, but the original Adam shushes him.

“No no, son, let them get there.”

The angels agree that being the better fighter, Adina should be the groom.

They’re nearly ready to start when Michael suddenly doubles over with his hand over his mouth. It coincides with the sound of Adam pounding the bar top, having just eaten a Carolina Reaper pepper on dare. Michael’s eyes quickly flash silver-blue as he straightens, and both he and Adam are abruptly fine—even if their eyes are still watering somewhat. But a different sort of damage has already been done, as Anael, Balthazar, and Gabriel all abruptly turn toward the triad of humans, having been reminded that the Michael walking around with them is actually a projection. In actuality, Michael is anchored to the human ex-college student sitting at the bar.

All three of them rush toward Adam, but Serafina gets there first, asking Adam if he’s ever tried mushroom tea.

Balthazar gets there next. 

“Adam, was it? We didn’t get to talk in the car, let’s fix that. Are you over twenty-one? You know what, this is a family affair, don’t worry—CAN I GET TWO SHOTS OF DON JULIO OVER HERE?”

From that point on, any time Adam turns around, there’s one of Michael’s siblings, wanting to get to know him—by consuming some sort of beverage. Because Adam and Michael are sharing body—and that means they share a liver too. A bet ensues as to how much it will take to get God’s alleged favorite wasted.

Gabriel’s actually one of the first out, having been convinced that Michael would be a lightweight. Little does he suspect that Benjamin and his wife caught onto what was happening soon after Adam was fed his third long island iced tea and second jager bomb, and began quietly cleansing the alcohol from his system through casual shoulder pats and high fives.

Adam does not know what to make of any of this, but it’s Michael’s family and he wants to make a good impression, so he just goes with it.

Thaddeus, of course, is in charge of music, Gabriel and Esther consume the majority of the cake, and Michael catches the bouquet (he may have cheated after finding out what the bouquet toss is for).

#my thoughts #lowkey might be putting this idea out so it'll leave me alone #midam #supernatural angels #the divine shurley family

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Golden Nights: Part 17

Warnings: Swearing, Sligh angst, kinda a fight, switch Bakugo, mention of sex but no real details, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of assault, trauma from assault

Word Count: 3507

The sun slowly creeps through the blinds as you begin to stir.

Morning already you sign to yourself as you move to cuddle your lover, only to be met the the face of your fur baby, Nibblet.

You giggle as Nibblet looks at you with an disinterested face.

"Where's Daddy Nibs" you saying lovingly as Nibblet slowly gets up stretching his body up and jumps off the king sized bed. You slowly get up, feeling a bit stiff from the "workout" you and Katsuki had last night. You stride to the kitchen seeing a cup laid out for you in front of the a full pot of coffee. You open the fridge to see your favorite creamer and you sign happily.

Is this man stalking me you think happily to yourself as you smile. What if he fucking is? Are you really gonna complain?

You see Nibblet staring at you from the hall waiting as if to say "well... are you coming?" He stands and slowly walks to the in home gym. You roll your eyes, smiling as you walk blowing on your coffee. You make your way to the gym and smile. You lean against the door as you see a beautiful sight graze your vision. Katsuki running, bare chested, at top speed. You smile as you sip his coffee. He glances at you smiling, taking his ear bud out "I was hoping you'd sleep longer, Im almost done princess ill met you in the bedroom." He smiles putting his ear bud back in.

You saunter back to the bedroom and check your phone. *1 missed call from Tony 🖤* and *2 missed texts from Taya*. You sign looking at the texts.

Taya: bitch I know your back is probably broken in half but you need to summon up the willpower to call Tony ASAP

Taya: also thoughts and prayers to your pussy today 🙏🏻

You set your coffee down sighing. You respond with a giggle.

Y/N: more like prayers for my man's dick because he's ruin for life

Y/N the absolute BADASS

You sigh and think about what Tony could possibly want. You look up as you see Katsuki walk into the bedroom dripping sweat. He smiles you, walking towards you reaching down for a kiss.

"Eww you are so gross" you scream laughing and pushing him away. You wipe your hand on the comforter he frowns.

"So you don't love me when I gross baby" he pouts as he looks at you. You sigh, smiling at him as you reach up to give him a small kiss. He laughs as he rips the sheets from your body and you scream. He snatches you up in his arms, rubbing his sweat all over you!

"Katsuki you idiot" you scream "now I'm fucking disgusting."

Katsuki laughed "that's the point you Dumbass. Now I guess you'll have to shower with me. Oh well" he smiles throwing you over his shoulder and dragging you into the bathroom.

He starts the shower as he reaches down the kiss you. He lifts your chin up to meet his lips as he sucks on your neck and collarbone.

"I'll never be able to get enough of you" He smiles into your neck as he strips you from your shirt and panties. You giggle a little. "Well we both have to go back to work soon so your going to have to be a patient boy" you smile. He grabs you pulling you into the warm shower. You scream as the warm water touches your back and Katsuki cages you against the cold shower wall claiming your lips in a heated kiss. This isn't going to be a quick shower is it.

*45 minutes later*

You both emerge completely blissed out from your shower. Katsuki had managed to rip and impressive 3 orgasams from you as he continued to show you how good both his mouth and fingers were. He fucked you against the shower wall raw as he pulled out spraying your stomach with his seed. He apologized afterwards for not asking if it was ok but you assured him it was fine. You had been on birth control for a while and you hadn't had sex in months. He smiled as he realized he'd have no need for the large box of condoms he bought a few days after he met you. You giggled as he helped you out from the shower and wrapped you in a large, fluffy white towel. He smiled as you drown in the towel both from warmth and sheer size. Of course it was huge, Kstsuki was a massive man. He'd have to have big towels. You kiss him again as you hear your phone start to ring. You rush from the bathroom around to your side and answer.

"Hello"

"Hello Babes! It's Tony! How are you doing?"

"Tony! It's so great to hear from you! I meant to call you back but umm, I was in the shower" you say looking a Katsuki who is putting on boxers and grey sweatpants.

"Ahh young love" Tony laughs into the speaker "say Y/N would you be able to meet me and the other girls at the club in an hour? I wanted to talk with you all about the changes and see what you thoughts were"

You stop. You hesitate a bit when speaking your next thought. Katsuki looks at you worried.

"Umm sure Tony, I'll be there in an hour" you say softly

Katsuki looks at you as his face sours.

"Thank you YN! See you soon my star" Tony signs as he hangs up

"Y/N" katsuki says as he walls around the bed sitting next to you "Baby I'm not sure if you should be doing this right now. It's only been a week."

"I dont know how to feel Love" you shake "I'm scared to go in there again but I'm not scared of my friends. Katsuki what if something happens?" You look at him with tears in your eyes.

"Baby that's it, you aren't going back" Katsuki grabs you as he holds you close.

"Kat I have to go back" you cry "my apartment, my bills, my dance studio. I need to make money!"

"Angel look at me" Katsuki grabs your chin lifting your face up "you are staying with me from now on ok. I contacted some movers last week and they waiting for the ok to go to your apartment and pack your things. I have more than enough space for you and Nibblet. Plus I can protect you. As for bills, I don't want you to worry about a single on. I make mo-"

"Katsu I can't do that! Love I can't just take advantage of you like that. The moving in is fine. I'm actually happy about that. But I can't let you take over all my bills. I have over $20,000 saved for my studio, let me pay you please" you look up at him with worried look.

He smiles, getting in front of you on his knees "Angel Im never going to take your money. You earned that to open your studio. I know how much you want to open it and I know how close you are. Let me help you please? I'd feel so much better if you were out of that club. I trust Tony, Gigi and the others but damn baby, I was so scared when that night happened. I've never felt that way before. Fear isn't something I'm use to. But with you, it's a real feeling. I can't lose you and I'll be damned if I ever let someone hurt you again."

You smile looking at him "Kat you've done so much for me already. I can't let you just give me money for the studio. I'm so close. Another couple weeks and I'm there!"

"Then let me be in investor" Katsuki looks at you "please baby please don't go back. I won't be able go work knowing your at the place"

"Katsuki I love you so fucking much it makes me sick "you smile "ok ill tell Tony I'm quitting."

He smiles from ear to ear as he picks you up. You giggle with joy as he swings you around. You hear your phone ring ad you look down. It's Taya.

"Hey..." you start to say

"BITCHHHHH first off, tell me everything. I'm currently rolling around the grass in my front lawn so I'm ready" Taya shouts as you and Katsuki bust out laughing

"Taya are you going to the club this morning?" You say trying to breath.

"Of course! Do you want Reirei and I to pick you up?" You look at Katsuki and he shrugs. He whispers into your neck "I'd rather I take you and wait. I'll pick up the girls too" He smiles as he goes to finish his hair and gets dressed.

"Katsu says he can take us. We will come to your place in about 20 minutes ok?" You say

"Oh FUCK YEAH" Taya screams "don't think I didn't notice that car in the parking garage when we left last night"

You giggle saying your farewells. You rush to comb through your hair. It's also dry at this point. Shorter hair I guess has its perks you sign as you split it in half putting a small top knot at the top of your head. You slip on some comfy clothes and some flip flops looking yourself over. Your neck was littered with love bites and you legs felt weak.

Katsuki walked up behind you hugging you from the back "you need a wheelchair love" he smiled into your neck as your reached around smacking his shoulder. He laughed as you walked out to the kitchen. He had a bowl of fruit and a granola bar waiting for you as you sat and quickly ate. He fed Nibblet as Nibblet silently looked at him filling his bowl.

"Jesus cat I'm feeding you, can you not look at me like your about to kill me" he growls as nibblet saunters to his bowl. You just laugh. You knew Katsu wasn't a cat person but he was trying for you. Nibblet wasn't easy to get along with but he seemed to tolerate Katsu which made you happy. He hadn't bitten him like your previous partner, nor had he hid from him.

In fact, you often found them sitting peacefully on the couch. Nibblet on one end and Katsu on the other. Nibblet occasionally asked for pets which Katsuki obliged. Once the pet limit was achieved, Nibblet would saunter away going to his cat tree in the spare bedroom. It was paradise to him.

You packed up your purse and headed to the car. Katsuki opened your door, shutting it and proceeding to climb in himself. He headed to Taya's apartment as you texted her preparing her for your impending arrival. You pulled up along the curb as Taya and Reirei proceeded to the car. You waved as Katsuki got out opening the back door for the girls. "Oh a gentleman" Reirei grinned as Taya smiled.

"Only the best from now on girls, we don't settle" Katsuki says as he closes the door running to the driver's side.

He takes you to the club and parks, he opens all your doors and grabs your hand as Taya and Reirei proceed ahead.

"Are you sure your ok to go in baby" Katsuki looks at you with gentle concern. You take a deep breath and smile.

"I've got the love of my life and my support team, I'll do great." You walk hand in hand into the club. It had been a week but the club looked so different. People were working installing cameras all over, giant men walked around bowing to you as you walked past them. You smiled and bowed in return as you continued to walk backstage. The stage now had an entrance door that looked to be locked with a keypad. The door was held open by Gigi as he smiled and nodded to both you and Katsuki.

"It's nice to see you Y/N" he said as he held the door open. You smiled softenly as Katsuki held his death grip on your waist. He didn't like it here. He knew Tony had made improvements for the girls safety and he was impressed to say the least. But it still made him sick. You walked to the back not looking as you leaned your head into Katsuki. The wall you had been abused on was covered over with a few coat of paint. Katsuki gripped you harder, whispering soft words of encouragement encouragement your ear "Your doing so well Baby. I love you. No one will hurt you ever again I promise."

He walked you to the dressing rooms as you looked around. They dressing rooms were completely redone and looked gorgeous. You were stunned. Each girl had their own vanity and space. The lockers were brand new and bigger than before. The bathroom had a key pad lock just like the dressing room door and the stage door. There were video monitors with cameras in all the hall ways and the stage.

"Only the best for my girls" Tony laughed as he came from behind you and Katsuki. You smiled as you gave him a big hug "thank you Tony." Tony backed away and looked at you. "No Y/N, Im sorry I didn't do this before. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm going to do my absolute best to ensure that it never happens again." You smile as Katsuki nods to Tony.

"Well girls what do you think?" Tony smiles "it's not done yet but we are getting there. We have a seperate security room as well with monitors for all 100 cameras. There isn't an inch of this place that's not covered, except the bathrooms of course. But they have a keypad that only you girls and Mai will know. Not even I nor the guards will know. I only know the dressing room code for emergencies but I promise to knock before entering." Taya, ReiRei and you look at each other and smile. Tony really was trying. He wanted to make things better for you all. You sighed knowing you'd have to tell him the inevitable. Katsuki leaned into you, gripping your waist.

"Is everything ok Babes" Tony looked worrily at you "if you need to change anything please tell me and I'll do it immediately. I want my star to be happy." You smile.

Tony was always so caring to you girls. He was like a grandfather in so many ways. He never invaded your privacy, always made sure you had what you needed and encouraged you all. He never saw you as dancers, only as family.

"It's amazing Tony, thank you but" you sigh looking at Katsuki. He nods and kiss your cheek. "I'm sorry Tony but I can't return" you say looking at the floor. Taya and Reirei gasp in shock and start to tear up. Tony looks at you and smiles "I can't say I didn't expect this Y/N. You are dating Pro Hero Dynamight for God's sakes. What do you need with our little ole club" he laughs as you look up.

"Listen Y/N I knew the day would come when you would move on. It's been 3 years since you first walked thru my doors. As much as I'm going to miss you and as much as I wish the circumstances for you leaving were different, I understand."

You look at him shyly "you're not mad?"

He laughs out loud "Y/N I could never be mad at you babes! You have an amazing boyfriend who loves you and supports you. Plus I know he's going to help you get that studio you've earned. Of course I'm sad and I'll miss you but I'm so very proud of you!"

You hug him, tears welling in your eyes. You look to Taya and Reirei with the same conviction. You all hug each other and smile.

"Just don't forget about us Y/N" Taya smiles as you look at both of them.

"Yeah promise you'll come visit?" Reirei says with a tearful smile.

"Of course I will! I'm not dying for God's sakes" you laugh. Katsuki looks at you happily, he finally had his happy ever after.

"Oh Y/N before I forget, would you able to do one last performance for the club Thursday night?" Katsuki looks at Tony with a frown. You are unsure.

"I dont know Tony, I mean what if " you trail off.

"Y/N. I hired 5 new guards. One for each of you on top of addition guards for the entrances. You are safer here than with anyone. No offense Dynamight" Tony smiles are Katsuki as he narrows his eyes.

He didn't like this. Not on bit. He had to work Thursday night. It was a patrol night for him and Kirishima. He wouldn't be able to stay and watch you. He wouldn't be here for you. You looked worried but also excited. Your first time back dancing in nearly 2 weeks and it would be your last on this stage. It was almost too good to pass up. Plus with the advertisement Tony promised, it was sure to be a big hit. Fuck you would get the rest of the money for your studio and then Katsuki wouldn't have to help you!

"I'll do it" you shout. Katsuki looks at you with widened eyes.

What the fuck were you saying?

"Great! Thank you Y/N! I'll get the posters and advertisements out today!" Tony says running off to his office go start the work.

You look at Katsuki has his jaw clenches. You can tell he's mad but now is not the time to discuss it. You finish talking with the girls as you all leave the club. Katsuki drops them off as you drive home.

He's strangely quiet. He doesn't look at you. He's not even touching you. He parks the car getting out and slamming his door. He proceeds to your side as you wince. He opens the door quickly waiting door you to get out. You walk upstairs and open the door.

"Are you ok love" you say softly as you grab his arm. He spins around looking at your angerly "no im not fucking 'ok' Y/N, you promised!"

Katsuki walked to the bedroom as you followed slowly behind him.

"Kat I have to do this! I have to have closure. I need this. I know I promised you but this is the last time. I can make the money for my stu-" you were cut off quickly.

"I told you already Y/N that I was taking care of it! Do you enjoy making me suffer" he sits down putting his hands on his head and rest his arms on his knees.

He was crying. You kneel down in front of him, grabbing his arms.

"Baby please look at me" you say as you place your hand under his chin lifting his head. His eyes are watering and he hates it. You can tell he's broken and it kills you.

"Baby I love you and I always will but I need to do this Katsu. I need to bring this chapter to an end. I owe it to Tony and the girls. They did nothing wrong. Its not their faults what happened happened. I'd feel awful if my last memory of the place I lived for so many years was tainted. Please Baby please I need to do this."

Tears begin to form in your eyes as you look at Katsuki. You know he wants to protect you. You know he feels responsible for what happened. He can't help it. He feels like he failed you.

He looks at you grabbing your face in-between his large hands "Baby I know. I know and I'm so sorry for getting angry. I just- I just can't lose you. I'm so afraid Baby please. I can't have anything happen to you. I've never felt this way about another person before ever. I'll just die if I can't protect you" he cries as he falls to the floor with you.

You sob and kiss his lips. "I know baby it's ok. I'm not mad. I love you. Please just, please just trust me on this" you look at him.

He signs and wipes his tears and yours. "Ok baby" he says softly "I trust you". You smile as you kiss him. He deeps the kiss and pulls away slowly from you placing his forehead on yours "ok but we need to go over something before Thursday ok" he looks at you with a serious expression.

You smile "ok love." You lay down on the bed in each other's arms.

Your mind drifts to Thursday.

Only 5 days away.

The worst thing you can ever imagine possibly happening already happened.

What more could go wrong?

#bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #my hero acadamy #my hero academy fanfiction #anime #pro hero bakugou #goldennights #pro hero dynamight #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo #bakugou x you #bnha bakugou #my hero fanfic #my hero academia

[dear-mrs-otome]

But the post earlier translates it to “piece of shit”?

I don't think they were meaning some Urban Dictionary definition of 'nibblet'. Try looking up 'niblet' in a normal dictionary, which means a small bit or bite of food...if you Google translate 'knabbeltje' it will give you the same sort of result. Or look at the context in which it is used.

#mrs o talks

[harveywritings92]

Happy Death day to you [Dante’s Version.]

She's dead...she's dead, his Y/n was dead? how-how could she..."I was only gone for three days..wh-" he dropped the floor still processing Trish had told him, some truck driver ran a red light as some kids were crossing..he was drunk and didn't even notice them...Y/n ran out into the street and shoved them outta of the way and took the hit, She died on impact...

And with it Dante's will to live died with her, alcohol only numb him up, women? no point they weren't his N/n...His friends and family were worried about him, he didn't even go to her funeral. The half-Devil kept expecting the y/height woman to walk through his door like nothing happen ask how his gig went and life would return to normal...But no such luck. Y/n was dead and she wasn't coming back.

Three weeks later...

Dante was at a diner with Morrison and Patty they managed to dragged him out of his room with the prospects of a job. In reality they just wanted to get him outside and try to help him get back to normal goofball Dante. As Morrison explained the job details.

Dante's dull blue eyes traveled to a booth a few tables away he cocked a brow at the odd bunch, which consisted of a bald man with an olive complexion, tired grey eyes and an aura that screamed 'I'm too old for this crap.' Who was giving out orders and handing out post-it to the other's at his table.

a 40 something blond woman in a mailman's uniform and a wash out hippie who looked like Tommy Chong's lost love child. and for some reason an empty space, *Must have a few screws lose...*  he thought as a waitress blocked his view of the hippie.

The old man and mail-Woman ordered breakfast the the hippie ordered a coffee to go, the Waitress then gestured to the empty space next to him. "And you?" the waitress asked boredly as the mail woman snorted while the old man smirked.

"She means you Nibblet." he said taking a sip of water, Dante's brow furrowed who was he talking to? there were only three people at their booth. "I...y-you can see me?" a small very familiar voice croaked the half-devil's heartbeat spiked.

The waitress looked at the fourth person annoyed "Dammit Nate, what have I told you about bringing your junkie friends around here?!" Hippie put his hands up in defense and waitress sneered at the "junkie" who was gawking at her bewildered.

"She not a junkie, that's his niece she just woke up..and she'll take a coffee too." the old man said curtly to the embarrassed waitress who just left to get their order, Dante's eyes winded in shock at the sight of his dead girlfriend sitting in the booth clothes covered in blood with her knees pulled to her chest gawking at the direction the waitress went as Nate spoke up "My niece, what's all that noise?" Only the be talked over by the Y/n who pointed at the waitstaff confused.

"How the hell could she see me? you said I was like a ghost!"   

"Yes, I did say that didn't I?"

"Then what was..how?"

"If you weren't so busy crying, you would've heard me say you were incubating." He said as the waitress returned with their food and drinks, The bald man smiled at the sight of his scrambled eggs and waffles, as the h/c woman looks at him expectantly.

 "Oh, I'm not telling you, that's his job." he said pointing his fork at Nate who look at him stunned "Are you out of your mind Glenn?!" the hippie shouted causing everyone in the diner to looked at him, the scruffy man blanched waved everyone off.

"I can't haul around some roadie and work at the same time." His hissed at this the blond woman to snorted "Work..he calls it." as Nate glared at her before looking around the diner for something "Where Ash? let her take the roadie..." he said as Glenn shook his head. "Who do you think Nibblet's here to replace?" he said suddenly causing a pregnant pause in the group as Glenn kept eating his waffles.

"Ash is..gone?" Blondie said suddenly not hungry anymore as she her oatmeal away and Nate slowly sat down "She didn't even say goodbye." he said as Y/n looked at them confused as the balding sighed "Y'know she couldn't have; even if that was choice, Now get her cleaned and show her how things work." 

Glenn said numbly before returning to his breakfast as Nate looked he wanted to cry but sighed "This way Roadie." he gestured for Y/n to follow him all while Dante sat frozen still processing what he had just witnessed. The half-devil was brought out of it by Patty snapping her finger fingers "Dante are you listening?" she huffed as Morrison stared at him concerned. 

The devil hunter look at them then back at the booth Y/n and that Nate guy were gone, Blondie was having a hushed argument with Glenn. His brow furrowed as nodded towards the booth. "Did you both see that?" He asked shaken and clearly wondering if his mind had finally snapped, Patty looked a the booth incredulously before snorting.

"Oh yeah, the guy who dumped jello and ketchup on his niece! that was funny." she giggled as Morrison chuckled along " His brother really laid it into him didn't he?" the two continued laughing while Dante couldn't believe what he was hearing, that's not what happened at all! how could they have heard something completely different from what he had? distressed Dante got up from the table and went outside ignoring Morrison and Patty calling him. 

But alas they were both long gone it would be another month before he saw Y/n's look alike again. And at that point he concluded that it had to be a demon posing as his dead girlfriend...They must've taken a page from Mundas and created it to manipulate him for something...But for what? Dante was drawing blanks, he was walking back to the shop one afternoon with a fresh bottle of cheap whiskey in hand.

When someone careened into Dante knocking them to the ground, the half-devil didn't even flinch as he stopped in his tracks and looked down at the person, They were wearing a hoodie they couldn't see them properly. However before he could ask if they were okay or help them up, the person shot up to their feet giving him a clear look at their face Y/n...

"Sorry Da...Dude." She check her watch." Fuck I am so late!" she hissed rushing down the street. Not noticing Dante following her watching as she took out a post-it and looked at the street signs, finally looking relieved *must've have found the street she was looking for...* the hunter thought as he watched her turn the corner.

Dante hesitated it could be an ambush... or it could be the answer to what the hell was going on? taking a breath Dante rounded the corner to see a very disturbing scene; Y/n standing over a mangled body of a man, who'd obviously gotten run over and left for dead in the back street like a piece of garbage. the half-devil brows furrowed as he watched from the shadows as gremlin looking demons hissed and sneered at the h/c woman who just waved them off.

"Yeah, yeah I know!" she huffed before reaching her hand out towards the corpse. "Hey buddy, c'mon time to get up pal!" she said as a ghostly hand extended from the body grabbing hers, Dante's blue eyes widened shock as Y/n pulled a guy out of the mangled remains or rather his spirit. the guy looked at her confused then down at his body.

"Oh god, i-s that??"

"Yep, that's you."

"What... I'm...Who are you??" the guy stammered looked back and fourth at her and his body incredulously Y/n winced glaring at her watch, she didn't have time for this! "Y/n, grim reaper, harvesters of souls.. giver of jack shit. yada-yada, could you speed this up? I got three more appointments after you." She said rolling her hand at the dude who looked her up and down in disbelief, "But you're not a skeleton." he sputtered out the obvious as Y/n nodded and started to walk away.

"That's Fairy-tale bull-shit, listen I would've gotten here sooner. but the city bus scheduling is a joke!" she hiss throwing her hands in the air as the dude sighed in annoyance. "Tell me about it..." with that his soul faded away as Y/n walked out of the street just barely missing getting crushed by an AC unit.

"You missed motherfuckers!" she shouted as two of those little gremlin demons crawled down from the roofs and started arguing with each other. Y/n shook her head as took out a new post-it [T.j. Miller DTOD 14:14] the address it was close by, her tired e/c eyes checked her watch she still had an hour to kill...

she sighed bumping into something "arg...what is with me and bumping int-" she her voice dead when she saw who she bumped into Dante...pointing Ebony right at her face Y/n slowly put her hands up as she broke out into a cold sweat, she heard the safety unlock as the h/c mouth felt dry swallowed hard and croaked out the only thing she could think of at the moment. "...Aw Shit." 

{[BANG!]}

#devil may cry 5 #dante x reader #Dante Sparda #patty lowell #Morrison dmc #devil may cry #reaper! Reader #dmc x reader

[foxglovesound]

WINDCLAN ALLEGIANCES

**this is the allegiance list starting from the very beginning of the comic**

Leader Graystar - Old scrawny gray ticked tabby tom with shaggy fur and an unnaturally thin build. Fading yellow eyes. He/Him. Living family: Yellowtail (granddaughter), Rosepaw (grandson)

Deputy Yellowtail - Lanky cream ticked tabby molly with oriental shorthair features and a lean build. Yellow-green eyes. She/Her. Living family: Honeystream (grandmother), Graystar (grandfather), Beestorm (aunt), Lightningface (neenee), Sandwhisker (father), Hornetflower (cousin), Rosepaw (brother), Duckkit (adopted cousin)

Seer Redflower - Quiet red ticked tabby tom with a white muzzle and underbelly. Green eyes. He/Him.

Warriors

Sandwhisker - Superstitious cream classic tabby tom with large ears and a skinny frame. Green eyes. He/Him. Living family: Honeystream (mother), Beestorm (sister), Lightningface (sibling), Hornetflower (niece), Duckkit (adopted grandniece), Yellowtail (daughter), Rosepaw (son)

Raintail - Snide gray spotted tabby tom with a long tail and short fur. Unusual blue eyes (Ojos Azule). He/Him. Living family: Miststorm (neenee), Stormstripe (father), Pineheart (sister)

Pineheart - Opinionated gray ticked tabby molly with a long tail and short fur. Green eyes. She/Her. Living family: Miststorm (neenee), Stormstripe (father), Raintail (brother)

Swallowfang - Passionate black and white molly with a shredded ear and thick, bushy fur. Former loner. Yellow eyes. She/Her. Apprentice, Willowpaw

Valerianfoot - Angular cryptic tortoiseshell (majority ginger) trans tom with long limbs and a wiry tail. Yellow eyes. He/Him. Living family: Stoatpaw (son), Gingercloud (brother), Smokepaw (nephew), Willowpaw (nibblet), Sycamorepaw (niece)

Haretail - Graceful and unusually tall solid brown tom with a white tail tip and white paws. Amber eyes. He/Him. Apprentice, Smokepaw. 

Mottlebee - Talkative tortoiseshell molly with thick fur and dusty white paws. Gold eyes. She/Her. Living family: Commapelt (sister), Rookpaw (son)

Commapelt - Lithe tortoiseshell molly with oriental cat features and a thin tail. Green eyes. She/Her. Apprentice, Lichenpaw. Living family: Mottlefur (sister), Rookpaw (nephew)

Gingercloud - Soft-spoken ginger ticked tabby tom with tattered ears and soft paws. Yellow-green eyes. He/him. Living family: Valerianfoot (brother), Thymeface (mate), Smokepaw (son), Willowpaw (kit), Sycamorepaw (daughter)

Thymefur - Sleek gray trans tom with white undermarkings and smooth fur. Green eyes. He/Him. Living family: Gingercloud (mate), Smokepaw (son), Willowpaw (kit), Sycamorepaw (daughter)

Caretakers

Troutwhisker - Crafty brown spotted tabby tom with a long tail and constantly twitching ears. Orange eyes. He/Him. Living family: Fleckfoot (brother), Speckleclaw (sibling), Spottedkit (niece), Dapplekit (niece)

Dipperbee - Diligent solid black trans molly with a white chest and chin. She/Her. Yellow eyes. Apprentice, Rookpaw. Living family: Speckleclaw (mate), Spottedkit (adopted daughter), Dapplekit (adopted daughter)

Fleckfoot - Swift tortoiseshell trans tom with noticeable spotted tabby markings and white paws. He/Him. Orange eyes. Apprentice, Stoatpaw. Living family: Speckleclaw (sibling), Troutwhisker (brother), Spottedkit (niece), Dapplekit (niece)

Apprentices

Rookpaw - Affectionate tortoiseshell trans tom with majority black fur and small ears. Gold eyes. He/Him. Living family: Mottlebee (mother), Commapelt (aunt)

Smokepaw - Energetic cryptic dilute tortoiseshell (majority gray) trans tom with a loud voice and short fur. Green eyes. He/Him.  Living family: Thymeface (father), Gingercloud (father), Sycamorepaw (sister), Willowpaw (sibling), Valerianfoot (uncle), Stoatpaw (cousin)

Sycamorepaw - Feisty dilute tortoiseshell molly with a skinny tail and short fur. Green eyes. She/Her.  Thymeface (father), Gingercloud (father), Smokepaw (brother), Willowpaw (sibling), Valerianfoot (uncle), Stoatpaw (cousin)

Willowpaw - Mute gray ticked tabby with white paws and silent steps. Green eyes. Nonbinary, They/Them. Thymeface (father), Gingercloud (father), Smokepaw (brother), Sycamorepaw (sister), Valerianfoot (uncle), Stoatpaw (cousin)

Stoatpaw - Sharp-tongued ginger ticked tabby tom with a white underbelly and fuzzy cheeks. He/Him. Living family: Valerianfoot (father), Gingercloud (uncle), Smokepaw (cousin), Sycamorepaw (cousin), Willowpaw (cousin)

Lichenpaw - Irritable dilute tortoiseshell molly with a plumy tail and narrowed eyes. She/Her.

Queens

Cedarchirp - Friendly dark brown classic tabby molly with a tall, looming stature and a twitchy tail. Pale yellow eyes. She/Her. Living family: Arguskit (son), Curlewkit (daughter), Muntjackit (son) 

Speckleclaw - Crafty tortoiseshell with noticeable spotted tabby markings and a nicked ear. Gold eyes. Nonbinary, They/Them. Apprentice, Sycamorepaw. Living family: Fleckfoot (brother), Troutwhisker (brother), Dipperbee (mate), Spottedkit (daughter), Dapplekit (daughter) 

Beechpelt - Lazy dusky brown ticked tabby trans tom with narrowed eyes and a white dash on his chest. Green eyes. He/Him. Expecting an unknown cat’s kittens.

Kits

Arguskit - Small dark brown classic tabby tom kitten with a thick-furred tail and wide eyes. Orange eyes. He/Him. Living family: Cedarchirp (mother), Curlewkit (sister), Muntjackit (brother)

Curlewkit - Smug dark brown ticked tabby molly with curled ears and a nubby tail. Orange eyes. She/Her. Living family: Cedarchirp (mother), Arguskit (brother), Muntjackit (brother)

Muntjackit - Docile brown classic tabby trans tom with small ears and a twisted paw. Pale yellow eyes. He/Him. Living family: Cedarchirp (mother), Arguskit (brother), Curlewkit (sister)

Spottedkit - Loud tortoiseshell kitten with spotted tabby markings and a white tail tip. Gold eyes. She/Her. Living family: Speckleclaw (parent), Dipperbee (adoptive mother), Dapplekit (sister), Troutwhisker (uncle), Fleckfoot (uncle)

Dapplekit - Sleepy tortoiseshell kitten with spotted tabby markings and white undermarkings. Pale gold eyes. She/Her.  Living family: Speckleclaw (parent), Dipperbee (adoptive mother), Spottedkit (sister), Troutwhisker (uncle), Fleckfoot (uncle)

Elders

Stormstripe - Reclusive dark gray spotted tabby tom with small ears and a round face. Unusual blue eyes (Ojos Azule). He/Him. Living family: Miststorm (sibling), Pineheart (daughter), Raintail (son)

Starlingfur - Irritable solid black cat with a white dash on his chest and white paws. Amber eyes. Nonbinary, He/Him.

Miststorm - Once-energetic light gray cat with very faint spotted tabby markings and silky fur. Green eyes. Nonbinary, They/Them. Living family: Stormstripe (sibling), Pineheart (niece), Raintail (nephew)

#windclan #windclan allegiances #allegiances

[dyslexic-daedra]

Well then, describe your little broom closet in Apocrypha. What, exactly, is in there?

Mementos, mostly. Little things to help me remember.  The eagle belt buckle I wore until I retired helps me remember my time in the second era.  Each little nick and scuff brings back things I likely would have forgotten.  All of the journals I recorded-- the original copies.  The duplicates are committed to the main library within the Apocrypha and add to Hermaeus Mora’s knowledge, of course.  

Dried lavender and lemon grass.  A small beaded bracelet a small mortal made for me in the merethic era.  I think they didn’t know better.  I think they were a child.  

Pictures of my family, replicas and originals, kept in a small box.  Drawings and art pieces the nibblets made when they were small.  A pair of pendants honoring Jone and Jode.  

But it’s mostly the journals.  The walls are lined with my written memories.  

I’ve been told my memory is not unlike that of a dreamer.  When I return to the Apocrypha, I loose it all too quickly.  I can recall it if it’s jogged but... 

#Anonymous