#callin' anybody can you hear me

[sunaluvs]

Another line of sweat begins to bead along your hairline as the late summer heat stifles each breath you inhale.

“This was a bad idea,” you sigh as you lay on the blanketed ground on your back, eyes squeezed shut against the sun’s merciless glare and arms outstretched to their fullest extent as if asking for the wind to take you. You hope it does. At least then, you might not feel like you’re being cooked alive.

“‘S not that bad.” Atsumu yelps and twists his torso to the side when you swipe at him with a clammy palm. The red-orange haze of your eyelids turn blissfully dark when he leans over you, his body blocking the sun’s attack on your eyeballs. “Hey! Don’t be mean.”

“Shush, don’t move,” you mutter, gingerly sliding your eyes open to look at him.

“‘M breakin’ up with ya.”

“Weren’t you just rambling about our future kids this morning?”

He huffs pettishly, and your lips curve into a wisp of a smile. Atsumu’s golden hair encircles your vision, the sweat gathering in his roots rendering the gel he’d used to style it absolutely useless. The man in question grins down at you. The outer corners of his eyes crinkle as his cheeks bunch up, his tanned skin flushed strawberry red from the summer heat. Theoretically, he should look like an overripe tomato donning a shitty blond wig; anybody else would. But with a nimbus of sunlight and the clear blue sky as his backdrop, he looks frustratingly, maddeningly, beautiful. Nobody should look that gorgeous from this angle, you think. Or in this heat.

“Yer starin’.”

“No, I’m not.”

Atsumu’s beam grows wider when you instantly look away at his words, your gaze falling to the leaf clinging to the cotton of his shirt. You convince yourself that the sudden rush of heat through your face is because of the sweltering weather, rather than a manifestation of any sort of embarrassment.

“There’s no need to deny it,” he leans closer to you, noses briefly brushing as his smile turns smug. “‘M yer boyfriend, you can stare all ya want.”

You snort and tilt your head back, ignoring how it makes his gaze drop down to the column of your throat before it comes back up again, “thanks for the permission, sweetheart.”

His nose scrunches up at the nickname to feign displeasure, but you don’t miss the way his head drops a little to avoid your eyes, nor the way his fist slightly twists the blanket in its grip. You grin.

“Why don’t you take the food out, baby? I’m getting a bit hungry.”

You watch as Atsumu’s eyes widen, but before you can take a closer look he’s pulling away, turning his back to you and shifting to the basket of food you’d brought along. The sun wastes no time returning to its assault on your vision, and you hiss, bringing an arm up to shield your face.

Mentally, you curse yourself for giving in to Atsumu’s request (pleading) of an outdoor picnic. You need to start building defenses against those ridiculous pouts of his.

As he busies himself with plates of fruit and sandwiches, you push yourself up to your elbows and closer to him, squinting when you hear him grumble under his breath, “...don’t even remember the last time ya compliment me, then all of a sudden ’s ‘sweetheart and ‘baby’; wha’sat about?”

“Why, you don’t like it?”

You breathe a light laugh when he startles at the sudden proximity of your voice, head whipping back to see a teasing smirk adorning your features. He blinks rapidly and your smirk widens at the vermillion that spreads over his ears.

“No,” he blurts out. “I-I mean, yes, I don’t—do! I do, uh, I guess.”

You blink.

He buries a groan into his hands, and you bite down on an endearing smile. Affection blooms tender and warm in your chest, rich in adoration for the man in front of you. You watch as he lifts his face up, sweet with embarrassment, bottom lip jutting out the slightest bit, and do nothing as your fondness swells. 

“‘S jus’ weird!” is what he finally settles on. “‘S like if Omi started callin’ me ‘Tsumu or somethin’.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Am I really so bad that you’re comparing me to Sakusa?”

“No! Tha’s not”—he flails his hands around—“yer fine! More than! “It’s jus' a bit weird, y’know, like, like—” he huffs an irked breath. “You know what I mean!”

Oh my god, he’s pouting.

You purse your lips, forcing a slow breath through your nose to stop the laughter struggling to burst forth. A beat of silence follows his words. Atsumu stares at you. You stare back at him. His eyebrows furrow the longer you stay quiet.

“What?” he finally says, his bottom lip jutting out further, “wha’s with that look?”

“What—what look?” you cough out, looking away and pursing your lips harder.

“That look!” He rudely points at you. “Yer tryin’ not to laugh! I know ya are!”

“I-I don’t—” you snort—shit—immediately covering your mouth with a hand, “I don’t know what you mean.” Your voice shakes with barely restrained laughter.

“‘S not funny!”

And the dam bursts. You double over in loud, boisterous cackles, Atsumu’s whines accompanying your glee in the background.

“It is so fucking funny,” you gasp, eyes twinkling with mirth.

Atsumu, fully pouting by this point, crosses his arms and turns his back to you once more in a childish attempt to ignore you. The sight makes you hiccup another laugh, that ball of adoration swelling to burst in your chest at the sight. You just barely suppress the “aww” that wants to slip out.

You’re still chuckling when you move forward to wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him back into your chest. Despite his earlier protests, he, unsurprisingly, offers no resistance whatsoever and falls easily into your arms. Settling your chin over his shoulder, you tilt your face and bury it in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash radiating off his skin like ripe fruit beneath the sun.

(“Whatcha think?” he’d asked cheekily the first time he used it, jumping onto your bed and shoving his arm under your nose.

“What—“ you’d jolted away, before the fresh fragrance hit your senses and froze you in your place. You’d swallowed, and carefully asked, “Is that—is that my body wash?”

“Yessir,” he replied, smirking his typical irritatingly attractive smirk. “How ‘bout it?”

You'd put on your best annoyed expression and lied through your teeth, “Stop using my things, moron.”

He never did.)

Blowing a raspberry into the golden skin, you grin, “Sorry, baby, you’re just too cute.”

Atsumu sinks further into your chest and tilts his head back to see you, “Meanie. Only kisses will save you from the doghouse now,” he puckers his lips for emphasis.

Your grin widens, and you cup his jaw to smack a big, noisy kiss on his lips.

“Am I safe now?"

"Not yet."

Another kiss.

"Again."

Another kiss.

"One more time."

You laugh, and kiss him once more.

#atsumu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #atsumu drabble #atsumu fic #hq drabbles #hq fic #haikyuu drabbles #a.writes #❥.hq #this is so unbelievably self-indulgent LMFAOO SORRY. i just wanna baby atsumu really bad forgive me

[thatdeadaquarius]

*casually slides into asks*

The Creator having to be taught the language of Teyvat, except they don't realise that each country has their own seperate language and so they are just mixing and matching phrases from each of the languages and no one has any idea what they are saying

*slides back out of asks*

Hello hello my regular customer 💃

Before u slide out, have a cookie for the road! 🤲🍪

Ok but this would actually happen to me

Im partial to the headcanon that theres a trade language in Teyvat, but each country has their own native language, w/sub-dialects too (i think thats the word?)

Just like what u said basically, bc like what if they dont have the trade one 💀 it rlly is just diff languages and im just over here like 😃🗨👋

(Gif is u in the center trying to talk to other people on the sides lol)

Srry if uncreative or kinda a flop i am not a fountain of ideas as much as i wish to be😔🙏

This may be only funny to me...

But i did my bestest for you beloved regular <3

Also u didnt ask for this but u got it anyway LMAO <3

(sorry if i accidentally start callin u xiao pfp i couldnt find a name to call u by)

Ok but like?? Was anybody gonna tell you???

Or like r u so incomprehensible now bc youve mashed all their lingos together that they dont even recognize any of their languages anymore 😭😭???

Yall ever heard that meme sound that has like music playing in the background and its just a loop of a guy saying "..HuH?..HuH?...HuH?"

^^^Everyone else trying to understand you

..

...

.....?

WAIT A MINUTE ?!%

OH GOD OH NO PLEASEEDA@!?

I HAD THE WORST THOUGHTTT!!!!

DO U JUST SOUND LIKE A SIM TO THEM??!!!

😰😰😰😰🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲💀💀💀

CRYINGSOBBING

I CANNOT ESCAPE THIS INTRUSIVE THOUGHT PLEASE NOOOOO JDIOOALLFJSLAFQ

IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING ANDBCRINGING PLEASE -> GOD WALKS AROUND SOUNDING LIKE A SIM TO THE REST OF TEYVAT STOP

♧

Ok but so many people r trying so hard to teach u their language more fully so u can commit to one at least

(Off the top of head, Thoma, Tighnari but if u keep mixing them more and more even on accident he gets too frustrated and accepts it lmao, Amber, Ningguang she wants ur first teyvat lang. to be Liyuean so bad, Kazuha just wants to genuinely understand u and you understand them aw what a sweetheart, Ei once again a person who wants u to learn Inazuman first lol, Zhongli, Jean, Ganyu, Alhaitham but he'd be a terrible teacher i can see it now, Ayato, Ayaka, Gorou, Yae Miko just so u can actually read her novels abt you + have bragging right lol)

..

...Its not really working

Which makes sense tbh, at least to me, bc i sure as fuck couldnt initially hear a big difference between Portugese v. Spanish, Korean v. Japanese etc.

Until i like, kept hearing it over and over and finally got it

(it was easier to differentiate between them on paper than auditorily?? auditorally?!? aUDITORIALLY??!! GODAMMIT IS THAT EVEN A WORD)

.

But I could totally see their languages just all sounding really similar to you, or like, theres some bits and pieces from each lang. that mimic others (pantalones Spanish = pants English for example, and its like all u catch are the "pant" sound so ur like?? Ok so same language right? Hence the mix and match)

♤

So this happens on the daily these days,

U r still going and seeing people,

But nobody has managed to communicate to you that its all different languages lol 🤭

Like this below, happens all the time ⬇️

.

Ur having dinner w/ Kamisato clan bc ofc they wanna welcome u!! :D

And Thoma's there, and yall r at the Teahouse, Thoma just got out the hotpot (oh god🤢 ...wait is that you now, r u just like Venti saying oh Barbatos...?)

And they just started dinner but its already a problem w/ur ass LMAO

.

Thoma: "What do you want to drink Our God?"

You: "Ahfs kal aldsplease give me ahdhai?"

Thomas face just like "...😶🙁 oh no" HAHA

Ayaka trying to help him,

"Please repeat that Your Grace?" 😅

You, again lol: "I would dhkaied that aifjwe please :)"

U sound like a SIMMM TO THEMM 😭😭

.

Utter fail poor Ayaka is at a loss for once,

they're trying so hard to be polite and you havent even gotten a drink yet let alone the meal lmao,

Poor Thoma is struggling, hes just like,

"Um, uh, this one??" All worried bc now hes gotta point to the pitchers one by one until u either point or nod

AND THE REST OF THE DINNER IS JUST THAT SITUATION OVER AND OVER

U give up and just start nodding or pointing for food or napkins or drinks all like, "Oh wow my accent must be heavy today 😀🤷‍♂️"

Absolutely clueless, and they cant even figure out how to tell u lol

...

Oh god i dont wanna think about the chaos if ur also only understanding the basics of every language so not only do they not get all ur words, u dont get theirs 💀

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Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds:

@karmawonders

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[shieldedreams]

wanna be yours(weetheart) (a.b.)

summary ⇾ there’s so many pet names in the world and andy just wants to be called one of it by you. (and maybe you do too) details ⇾ 1,238 words / andy barber x reader / 🌸 fluff notes ⇾ based on a prompt from this prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting​! + this tiktok i saw and i just–🥺

also, i’ve been quite m.i.a lately but i’m kinda back for now >:) hope you guys like this one! 💞

prompt: 5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and one time Person B finds one for Person A. [!] insane amount of pet names lol / suggestive themes–more in dialogue form but still! minors dni!

andy has never shied away from showing his love and affections for you. if he was at work, he’d respectfully have his hand on your lower back or held your hand. in public? it’s the same thing, maybe even more with hugging you from the back as you chose which cereal you wanted or while you were choosing the right photo frames. occasionally, sneaking off like a bunch of lovesick teenagers when you’re well off as adults to do whatever you wanted from the public eye.

another thing with that is... andy loves the idea of pet names. (as cheesy as that sounds) whether it was a sweet honey or quick babe! the idea of your name was swayed further and further away, solidifying the change of your name into the spur of the moment to what he felt. even when he’s mad he still calls you a grumpy hun; now that’s true love right there.

it hasn’t crossed your mind that all this while, you hadn’t called andy one of those... until he brings it up during dinner at the diner. 

coincidentally, there’s another couple at a table next to yours. younger, giddily calling each other in almost every single pet name you know to exist on the planet. from honey bunch to snookums, you have your chin rested in your palm to hide your smile, your other hand squeezing andy’s on the table. it’s not until he gives you a squeeze back that your eyes direct back to him.

with... a look on his face that you can’t quite read past the dim lights illuminating his handsome features.

“yes?”

he uses his head to point in the direction you were looking at earlier, “how come you don’t call me one of those?”

“those?” you raise a brow, keeping your eyes on him and pressing into your chin to stop yourself from smiling at where this conversation was steering to.

“you know... those... pet names,” he lowly murmurs the last bit, leaning forward as he cradles your hand in his. “y’know like: baby, darlin’, sweetheart, love. heck, i wouldn’t mind sugar bear if you don’t.”

that gets you to chuckle, moving your hand from your chin to lay on the table, holding onto your own arm, “andy, are you serious?”

"see!” he laughs in exclamation, “my point exactly.”

“see what?”

he sighs, a pout almost forming on his lips, “you always call me andy.”

“because that’s your name,” you counter, to which he cocks a brow at you. 

“do you hear me callin’ you by your name since we started dating?”

at the question, it’s like your mind teleports you through the numerous times andy’s called you an affectionate term of endearment. perhaps it was because it hasn’t crossed your mind and you enjoyed calling him by his name. something about it just made you feel warm. you can’t not smile when you say his name; it’s as if the syllables that stretches out on your lips has a habit to make your lips curl up.

the usual, his go-to was ‘honey’.

“hey honey, how's your day?”

“honey, where’s my blue tie?”

“no wonder i call you honey. you taste so sweet. could eat you up all day.”

sometimes, he switches it up with ‘babe’.

“babe... you can’t just do that and expect me not to do anything...”

“we good to go then, babe?”

“babe! saved you a spot. c’mere!”

there are days where you’re simply his ‘pretty girl’.

“hello there, pretty girl. waitin’ on anybody?” 

“you gonna come join me or you gonna stand there all day, pretty girl?”

"i can do much more than that, pretty girl.”

andy changes his pet names according to his mood and the situation but his absolute favorite was honey. it was simple and easy; you were sweet, thickly coating his mind in his every waking moment and a taste he can’t ever get enough of. it came naturally (pun intended) and it stuck ever since (also pun intended). your little trips and flashbacks down memory lane has left you silent. while on your end it was all with pleasant memories, in present, andy feels like maybe he’s struck a wrong chord.

he presses his lips into a thin line to hide his disappointment when you look up to him, the same time he gazes down to the table. before you can say anything, the waitress swings by with your order for the night. she announces both of your orders and andy gestures to yours before his own for the plates to settle down in front of you.

you’re trying not to laugh with the way andy’s being all sulky, reaching for the utensils to start digging into his food. you pick up your own set in your hands and start cutting up a piece of your steak, casually asking him: “would you like a bite, sweetheart?”

his reply comes at you after a deep (and possibly disappointed) exhale: “sure... i’ll have a–”andy freezes with his brows knitted together, hands almost dropping the fork and knife. he tilts his head up to you, a small gape on his face as he stares at you in disbelief. he’s met with your cheeky grin and soft chuckle to mask the embarrassment.

he swallows thickly, leaning forward just a little. he clears his throat, much like his mind that just went blank, eyes nearly bulging out of his head but his heart–stops.

“w-what did you call me?”

“well, i just...” you look down to your plate of food, well-aware of andy’s gaze on you, “called you what you are.”

you peek up to him, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks because he’s not smiling and you don’t know if it’s a good thing or not despite this being his request. andy hangs on by a thread of a possibility you’d repeat it and this time, he’s ready to hear it. he’s so ready to–“sweetheart.”

he blinks at you a couple of times and it makes you tensed. you nervously look everywhere around him before reaching him again to see a smile stretches his face. so warm, so genuinely happy as his blue eyes start sparkling under the dim lights. his blue eyes invite you to say it again, and you can’t help but oblige when he manages to muster a soft: “s-say it again.”

with a chuckle, you use your fork to get a mouthful and lure it over to his agape mouth, “open up, sweetheart.”

almost like magic, his jaw drops and you’d have to lean forward to make sure you tip his chin up to a close to let the food stay in his mouth. andy doesn’t even bother chewing, just staring at you in awe; unable to process what just happened even though he was the one who asked for it.

it might seem silly but something as small as hearing you call him sweetheart made his heart swoon. it was the way your face looked before, it was the way after; the nervous giggle and quiet admission to liking how it sounds, too.

((”okay, just one more time. c’mon!”

“andy–”

“nuh-uh, not andy. that’s not my name to you anymore.” 

“...”

“...”

“...sweetheart.”

“...if i die tomorrow, i’d die happily, honey.”

“will you come over here and cuddle me already?”

andy pokes a brow up, tilting his head in anticipation.

“please, sweetheart?”

andy almost immediately catapults himself over.))

#andy barber x reader #andy barber fics #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #andy barber fanfics #andy barber imagine

[the12thnightproject]

Loved the "Warlords Watching Teletubbies". May I ask (if you're not to busy) ask for something similar like the Warlords watching "Sesame Street"? I so think that Ieyasu reminds me of Oscar the Grouch (lol), Mitsunari of Big Bird, and Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi as Ernie and Bert.

Sorry Anon about taking so long! I’ve had a busy busy winter. And um, this sort of turned into Ikesen Warlords AS Toddlers Watching Sesame Street…

Due to a Massive Wormhole Event (MWE), MC is suddenly dealing with the influx of toddler warlords (plus a tween Kennyo) in a tiny, tiny apartment. And truly, this apartment is not big enough for all of them… would never be big enough, especially since…. “Kenshin stop swinging that sword around, NOW,” and “Shingen get OUT of my chocolate stash!” ….

At her wits end… MC does what all parents since the last quarter of the 20th century have done to entertain the children: she turns on the television (and then goes into her room to read hide).

The following is what she hears through the closed door…

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song to Sesame Street.

Hideyoshi:  Shhhhhh! MC told us to watch this! Shhhh! I can’t watch with you singing so loud!

Nobunaga: MC! I can’t find Bearsace! He has to watch this with me.

Kenshin: MC? Are there any rabbits in this?

Masamune: Hey! Ieyasu! That orange thing that lives in the garbage can is just like you! I’mma gonna start callin’ you Oscar, ok?

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song again.

Hideyoshi:  Shhhhhh! Stop singing. You’re going to bother MC!  SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Shingen: Kennyo? Are you sleeping?

Kennyo: I am meditating. I am meditating. I am meditating. Zzzzz.

Ieyasu: MC! I left my sourdough starter in the Sengoku! How many days is it until we go home?

Sasuke:  You have a sourdough starter? Tell me more! How do you make it? What do you like about it? What did you name it?

Kenshin: Sasuke! Are you paying attention to someone who is not me?

Kanetsugu:  Sasuke! Are you paying attention to someone who is not Kenshin?

Shingen: MC. What is a cookie?

Sasuke: It’s a sweet pastry with cho-

Nobunaga AND Shingen:  MC, where are your COOKIES?

Hideyoshi:  We’re not supposed to eat sugar. Nobunaga, GET AWAY FROM THE COOKIE JAR!

Yukimura:  Shingen, you too! Also. GET AWAY FROM NOBUNAGA.

Mitsunari: I don’t understand why no one else can see the Snuffleupagus. He’s right there?

Ieyasu: Where? All I see is the giant yellow bird.

Hideyoshi: Osc- er, Ieyasu! Don’t tease Mitsunari!

Shingen: NOBUNAGA DID YOU TAKE THE LAST COOKIE?

Nobunaga: *crunch* *crunch* No. *crunch* *crunch*

Mitsunari: (in the same accent as The Count) One. Two. Three. Four.

Masamune: Yip yip yip yip yip  yip yip….

Kenshin: If they can make rubber DUCKIES why not RUBBER BUNNIES?

Masamune: Yip yip yip yip yip  yip yip….Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

Motonari: MC! They keep touching me!

Yoshimoto:  MC, CAN I play with your MAKE UP?

Masamune: Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song again.

The sound of Mitsunari singing the theme song too.

Hideyoshi:  Mitsunari….. whyyyyyyy?

Mitsunari: It is stuck in my head. I don’t know how to get rid of it.

Keiji: That HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME. You just have to sing it more.

Mitsunari: Ok.

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru AND Mitsunari singing the theme song again.

Motonari: If anybody sings again, I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE.

*Click*

Yukimura: What happened?

Kanetsugu: The remote stopped working.

Nobunaga: Who unplugged the TV? Kicho!

Kenshin: PLUG THE TV BACK IN. THERE MIGHT BE BUNNIES STUCK IN IT. PLUG IT BACK IN!

Kicho: Make me!  OOF! GET OFF ME!

*Click*

The TV sound returns now EXTRA LOUD.

At this point… MC has ominous realization that the one voice she hasn’t heard is Mitsuhide’s. In a panic, she comes running out of the bedroom, to discover that Yoshimoto has done a makeover on the sleeping Kennyo, Mitsunari (still singing) and Shingen have taken apart the toaster, and Mitsuhide…. is nowhere to be found.

From somewhere outside… not too far away… is the sound of a siren.

@lorei-writes

#asks #answered #ikemen sengoku #headcanons #headcanon theater #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen masamune #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen keiji #ikesen ranmaru #ikesen kennoy #ikesen kensin #ikesen shingen #ikesen yukimura #ikesen sasuke #ikesen kanetsugu #ikesen yoshimoto #ikesen motonari #ikesen kicho #ikesen mc

[whispersthroughthechrysalis]

Callin’ Anybody, Can You Hear Me?

Daring to take an Introduction to Visual Arts class, a completely blind Will Graham ventures into The Walters Art Museum for an assignment. While taking the narrated tour, Will isn't prepared for the heavily accented voice flowing through his speakers, flawlessly describing the art that brought each piece to life. Though it was hard to believe, love at first listen sat at the back of his mind.

Two years later, Will visits the museum every other Friday, fixated on both the voice and the beauty and knowledge his favorite museum had to offer. With the right connections and a true talent, Will scores a gig playing for the museum's latest exhibit reveal. When a recognizable voice makes the opening presentation, Will is overwhelmed with feelings and dreamed up possibilities. What happens when the voice becomes a real person, who finds Will just as interesting?

Or - the one where Will falls in love with Hannibal's voice before ever meeting him.

#hannibal #hannigram #murder husbands #nbc hannibal #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal lecter #Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter #blind will graham #bobbie writes #callin anybody can you hear me?

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it. 

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay. 

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance. 

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

[authornina]

I don’t have a title for this one. It’s simply a mess...

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Sav and Dem were on their way to pick Savannah up from Anne. Chi was still in bed sleep when he left. They partied until four in the morning and didn’t stop once they got home. It was almost three in the afternoon now. Sav was the happiest he’d ever been, and Chi seemed like it too. At the beginning of their marriage, he didn’t think they would make it. There was a lot of arguing and past mistakes being thrown towards each other. They went to therapy for a short while and it helped a lot. Mostly Chi, because Sav had done things to her that he knew fucked her up emotionally and some mentally. Her forgiveness was vital for their relationship to succeed. Dr. Pie continually told Sav he needed to stop dismissing his wife’s feelings and own up to all of his mistakes.

Over time her advice proved true. Sav realized when he held himself accountable then apologized, Chi would almost immediately become more submissive. That was a big problem in their relationship too. She didn’t want to let him lead the household and responded to him aggressively all the time. However, after talking to Lake, his brother gave him so great insight as well. Do you ever see Avery talking to me like she a nigga? She’s submissive because I give her the space to be a woman, without making her feel less than in her moments. Chi get extra masculine when you not doing what she need or talkin’ down to her. They nigga mentality kick in and it’s versus you instead of y’all verse the problem. Stop trying to put her beneath you. That ain’t no bitch you fuckin’, it’s your wife. 

Lake and Avery set the tone for what Sav thought husband and wife should be because they were just so in sync with one another. They did their own thing, in their own little world. In the first half of marriage, every time him and Chi did something the other didn’t like, they compared. Sav wanted what his big brother had, and Chi wanted what she saw Avery fall in love with over and over again. Avery and Lake told them both to find their own couple style and stop jacking their shit. 

“Remind me to go get Poppy some more of them surprise egg jawns.” 

“Them things ain’t nothing but expensive easter eggs filled with dollar store shit, bro.” 

“I know but my princess love them. She be so surprised when she opening them, happy about all the bullshit inside.” 

“How Melody?” 

“She ard,” Dem shrugged. “Nicole back on her bullshit…but I’m movin’ on it different this time. Something in my spirit just not sittin’ right no more.” 

“For real?” 

“Mhm, I need to see what I’m missin’. I can’t be everywhere no more. Got all these fuckin’ kids.”

“I ain’t wanna say nothing but you is wylin bro,” Sav laughed. “You a good dad though, Dem. Can’t nobody take that from you, Ion care what your past look like.” 

“Seem like everybody else do,” Dem mumbled but Sav heard him clearly. 

“Who? Fuck them! Ain’t nobody perfect out this bitch. I still don’t believe what that hoe sayin’. A muhfucka gon’ have to come with video evidence on you to convince me and even then, I be like ehhh, that ain’t my brother.” 

“Sound like Lake when he clearly seen Wreck on tape and told the cops, nah, that ain’t my brother. I don’t know who that crazy nigga is.” Dem couldn’t even get it all out fully before cracking up right along with Sav.

“That’s how you stand with your family. Fuck what anybody else say and I’ma keep it a bean with you, even if it was what it was…” Sav shrugged. Nobody should’ve expected anything else when it came to Dem. 

For the past year, Sav and Dem did their best to focus on what they had going on individually instead of turning back to the world they liked to live in with just the two of them. It had to change for the sake of Dem’s mental health and who Sav needed to be as his own man. They leaned on each other way too much. Lake was proud of them for doing their best at putting other things than each other first. Sav however still didn’t give anyone else room to say shit on Dem and he didn’t want to hear anything either. He and Chi had it out one good time, he even let her express some foul shit she felt about his brother then they put Dem as an issue in their relationship to rest. 

“Why Wreck car here?” Dem pointed to their brother parked in the driveway with no shame. 

“This nigga been shackin’ up with Anne, bro. I ain’t say shit cause he tryna be quiet about it. Ion know what this nigga got goin’ on with her ass.” 

“Bro, he really into it with this old ass lady?” Dem laughed, getting out the car.

“He was here the last few times I came, like real lovey dovey.” 

“Lovey dovey?” Dem scrunched his face up. “Nah, not my brother.”

“See for yourself.” Sav used his key unlock the door and Savannah was in her walker moving a mile a minute. That gave him hope she’d eventually walk on her own. “Look at my Banana! Go momma, go!” 

Savannah smiled big crashing into them, reversing into the dining room, going around the table and then back to her daddy and uncle at high speed.

“I keep tellin’ you, y’all be worried for nothing,” Dem said, picking his niece up, kissing her chubby cheeks making her blush. “Just gotta be patient, she perfect, bro.”

“Mm…it’s just you,” Anne said, coming out of the kitchen with a robe on looking freshly fucked. “Hey Dem baby, how are you?” 

“I’m good, wassup?” 

“Nothing, making your crazy brother some lunch,” Anne responded sounding like a proud girlfriend. Sav turned to Dem with the I told you so face.

“She thick as fuck though,” Dem took another glance when she walked back to the kitchen. “For a hoe her age, you gotta give her points for the body alone. Damn!” 

Sav went up the steps flagging Dem to follow him. They held in their laughter, creeping towards Anne’s bedroom. Savannah was right along with them not knowing what the heck going on. Sav opened the door to find Wreck sleep, stretched out like he lived there. He had an empty breakfast tray next to him and everything. 

“Bro…” Dem whispered. “This nigga not serious. Here, hold Banny.” He gave his niece to Sav then hopped on top of their brother. Sav was hyperventilating. 

“What the fuck!” Wreck started whooping his ass. He didn’t know what was going on, his first reflex was to fight. Dem was windmilling to get free. His brother was strong as shit.

“So you wasn’t you gon’ help me?” Dem finally got away, staring at Sav’s dumbass holding onto the wall with Savannah on his side silently dying. 

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe yo,” Sav had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “Bro, why the fuck you jump on him? He fucked you up.”  

“Y’all niggas play too much!” Wreck said, getting up in the nude. “What the fuck if I woulda shot your stupid ass?!” 

“Aye nigga!” “Sav covered Savannah eyes. “You don’t see my baby?” 

“Oh shit, my fault Banny.” Wreck put the cover over him. “Go take her to her room.” 

“Look at you sounding like her uncle step grandpop,” Sav said loud as hell and Dem hollered. “Wreck what the fuck is you doin’ my nigga? Why are you up in here like you pay the bills?” 

“I’m mindin’ my fuckin’ business that’s what I’m doin’.” 

“He’s pays for more than my bills. Why are y’all in my bedroom?” Anne appeared at the door with her arms crossed.

“Because our brother in here. What you doin’ to him? Ain’t no way that pussy…Daddy sorry baby,” Sav kissed his Banana’s forehead. “It ain’t still juicy like it was in seventies to have him like this. She puttin’ period blood in your food, bro.” 

“Sav, what?” Dem ain’t never heard nothing like that before.

“Yea, I know all the bitch tricks. You had spaghetti in the last few months Wreck? That’s usually how they disguise it.”

“Nigga you trippin’,” Wreck laughed. “For real, get the fuck out.” 

“So this your house now too? You gon’ let him put me and your granddaughter out Anne?” Sav would not stop and Dem was cracking up.

“Why don’t you just tell them?” Anne directed towards Wreck. “It’s not like it can be hidden forever.” 

“Tell us what?” Dem asked, looking between his brother and Anne.

“I’m pregnant.”  

“See…” Sav pointed at Dem then Wreck. “See! What the fuck I say?! I been tellin’ you!” 

“Nigga, you ain’t tellin’ me shit! Both y’all get the fuck out!” 

“Come on, Sav,” Dem pulled him out the room. He could tell their brother wasn’t happy about that news at all and Sav would’ve kept on going. 

They both sat downstairs dumbfounded. Wreck didn’t move like this or hadn’t in a very long time, so it was surprising. 

“You think Lake know?” Dem turned to Sav. 

“I got a better question, why would Wreck get her old ass pregnant?”

“The fuck do we really care for though? I can’t say shit in the matter, I’m fucked up too. If he like it, I love it.” 

Anne and Wreck’s arguing could be heard clear as day. She was yelling at him about always trying to hide their relationship while Wreck kept saying it wasn’t one. 

“But you always the fuck up in my house when it’s convenient for you!” 

“I ain’t gotta be in this shit! Who be callin’ who?”

“You are not going to stress this baby out of me! I know that’s what you want!” 

“That’s some fucked up some shit to say!” 

“Banana,” Sav turned his daughter around facing him. “They always be arguing like this when you here?” he asked her, and Savannah just stared at her dad. 

“Now y’all got this bitch started,” Wreck said coming down the steps. “You think I wanna hear this shit?”  

“Well you gonna hear it!” Anne shouted from upstairs. “Call me a bitch again!” 

“Bitch!” Wreck tried his luck. Dem and Sav were inconsolable. “See, I’m that type of nigga, you sure you wanna have a baby with me?” 

“I don’t need you for shit! Thank you for my miracle baby, you can go! If you think I’ma put up with the bullshit at my big age you are sadly mistaken!” 

“Yea, ard, say that now then be sending me thousands of texts and crying on my voicemail like you always do.” 

They continued going back and forth which told Dem and Sav one thing. No man stayed, continuing to argue with a woman they were only fucking. This obviously wasn’t the first time either. 

“But you come running, don’t you? Please stop acting like this is one way!” 

“Anne, get the fuck out my face with this stupid shit.” 

“Come upstairs, Wreck, you showing off in front of your lil brothers like this shit cute! I’m not no young bitch you gon’ do anything with!” 

“What? Ain’t nobody gotta put on for them but you! You gon’ use this muhfuckin baby to make you think you more than what you are to me.” 

“What am I then?” 

“My lil mature ass freak.” 

“Fuck you, Wreck! Disrespecting me like this while my grandbaby is here!” Anne’s voice cracked a little. “Get the fuck out my house!” 

Sav and Dem waited for what they knew was coming. Wreck looked at them then blew his breath going back upstairs.

“I knew it, I knew it.” Sav shook his head getting up. “Let’s go nigga.” 

By the time Sav strapped Savannah in the car and prepared to leave, Wreck was coming out the house followed by Anne who stopped at the door. She said something to him, and he had the ard, shut the fuck up now look. When they watched him kiss her, they knew their brother was about to have a baby with his niece’s grandmother.

#on us #authornina #nina

[colormeyondublue]

Yondu & The Secretary  Chapter 2: The Love Bug

Chapter 1 Here  Chapter 3 Here A few months go by aboard the ravager ship. You find out that Yondu is the Captain, and Kraglin, the Xandarian, is his first mate. The ship is called the Eclector, and some of the guys on board are total pigs. Yondu sets up a small office space for you to work out of and you find that the work is surprisingly simple. You get into a routine and start to really settle in. You also come to find that Yondu is particularly kind; to you. To the crew, he could be a total ass. Your slight attraction to the Captain was only a thought when you first met him on Krylor, but every day it kept growing and growing with how sweet he was. Maybe it was because you were a woman? Maybe it was because you were Terran? You couldn’t be sure. This might become a problem.

One evening, your office door creaks open loudly, and you hear heavy boots thunking into the room. Yondu. You smirk softly at the thought. “So, you goin’ to Geff’s little get together?” The Captain’s voice came from behind you as you finished up the data entry from the crew’s last heist. It was Geff’s birthday. The boys decided to throw him a little party at the bar on the ship. “Me? Heh, no…probably not.” You hadn’t looked at him yet, but something caught your senses. Something, different. Something…intoxicating. Was Yondu wearing cologne? Whatever it was, it was messing with your head. It smelled like the forest back home – right after the rain, blended with tones of spices and notes of musk. “Well, why the hell not?” He seemed a little surprised. Hurt, maybe? You spun around on your desk chair to face him, “Hmm…. let me put it to you this way: I am not about to be the only female on the ship in a room full of drunk Ravagers. I already get harassed and catcalled on a daily basis, Yondu! Why on Earth would I want to put myself in a situation like that?” “You Terrans sure do use the strangest expressions. We ain’t on Earth…uh….Terra I mean.” He said with a chuckle. The small chuckle at his own words made you giggle too. “Well, regardless, I just don’t think it would be very wise of me to put myself in a bad spot, that’s all.” “Well I’ll be there. I can make sure no one bothers you too much. Then would you go?” “I don’t know Yondu…I mean Geff is great and all but –“  You were cut off by loud laughter and heavy footsteps of several ravagers going past your office door. A lot of the boys were already headed to the bar to get the party started. “ – but I don’t want to be a bother. Besides, if you show even the slightest bit of protective behavior around me, couldn’t that start rumors? Wouldn’t they think it was odd? Some of these guys really talk…”

Yondu scoffed with a slight wave of his hand. “Who cares what these idiots think. I’m the Captain, and I can protect whoever the hell I feel like. Besides, how am I supposed to keep my shit in order without my assistant who helps with our operations? The boys will probably understand that their payouts could get disrupted if they mess with our lil’ secretary, right? Everybody knows you don’t mess with a Ravager’s units.” He finished with a wink. That wink…that smirk…his scent…oh no. Your head starts to feel fuzzy. Your sternum is growing tight, and butterflies explode by the thousands in your stomach. You feel like your arms are floating. You start to notice that your head seems to be wobbling a little bit and you find yourself staring at his lips. Stop being stupid! Say something! Get a grip! His smile starts to falter after a moment or two. “Uhh…you alright?”

Your clear your throat a little louder than you wanted to, and manage to say with a shaky voice, “Uhh, yeah, no, yeah…I’m – I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired is all. But, fine. I’ll go, but only for a few drinks. I’m not staying out all night! I have more things I want to get updated in the system before you and Kraglin start gathering intel on your next mission.” “Fine, fine. Just a few drinks.” He motions with both his hands in the air. It did not turn out, however, to be just a few drinks. It started out that way, but the more you drank, the more you wanted to be close to him. The alcohol was making you feel a little too confident. The captain was drinking too, of course, but Centaurians have to drink quite a bit before they really start to feel anything. He was on his fifth glass of whiskey for the night, and you were on your third. You were definitely tipsy, but not terribly drunk. The scent coming off him just kept smelling better and better, your senses were stirred, and you wanted to dive into him. You are sitting next to each other on the couch in the lounge that was connected to the bar. You both listen to stories and jokes being told by Tullk, Oblo, and Kraglin. Laugher is plentiful, and you couldn’t be happier. Then, you feel your Captain move next to you as he throws his arm over the back of the couch behind you. The shift in the cushions causes you to inadvertently lean closer to him. Your cheeks turn bright pink and your heart starts pounding. You sit up straight, put your drink down on the table and politely excuse yourself. The others were too drunk to notice, or care, but Yondu notices. After a moment or two he gets up and follows you to the bar. You hastily get yourself a tall glass of water, and chug it down. “What was that about back there? You alright?” He asked. “Feelin’ sick?” “No, no I’m fine. I just think it’s time I headed back to my cabin. I need to get some sleep. I have an early start tomorrow.” You said as you put your glass down on the bar. Yondu eyes you suspiciously, but doesn’t press the matter. “Can I at least walk you back? These boy’s is pretty drunk. I don’t want you to run into any trouble.” “Yeah, I guess that would be alright.” You fiddle with the empty glass on the bar in front of you. What am I even doing? Do I really have feelings for him? Is this seriously happening? What the hell am I supposed to do?! Your job on the ship is simple: free up the first mate’s time by entering new recruit information, keep transmission logs up to date, work up data sheets for new missions, and keep an updated archive on clients, easy heist planets, kree intel, etc… That was it! Nowhere in your job description are you supposed to fall for your Captain, your boss! “Well…should we be headin’ out?” Yondu’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, his eyes were touched with slight concern, confusion maybe. “Captain, I….” You began, but the words just stopped coming out. You close your mouth and shake your head. “Never mind, I’m ready. Let’s go.” You both walk slowly back your cabin. Yondu is silent, as are you. The only sound to be heard is both yours and Yondu’s boots clunking down the walkways of the Eclector. When you approach your door, you hesitate.

“Goodnight Captain, thank you for walking me back. I appreciate it…and thank you for having my back tonight. I was able to actually relax and have a nice time.” You begin to open your door and walk in when you feel a large, warm hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at his hand, and your eyes trail up his arm to his shoulder, and then to his face. You both lock eyes, and your heart stops. “Why do you keep callin’ me that? Captain. You haven’t really called me that much since you boarded for the first time a few months back.” “I – I’m sorry. I just…you’re the Captain.” He took his hand from your shoulder, “Yeah, I know that. But it just feels wrong somehow. You typically call me by my name when we ain’t around the crew.” You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Alright, Yondu.” You said with a slight chuckle. “Is that better?” “Yeah. I like it when you call me by my name.” A small tinge of purple comes to his cheeks. “But don’t go tellin’ anybody that! You still gotta’ call me Captain or Sir around the crew.” “Hahaha, of course. I promise I won’t tell a soul. Cross my heart.” You used your index finger to draw an X over your chest. “I swear, you Terrans are odd…I don’t even know what that means.” You giggle again, “It means I’m serious. As serious as I can be. I won’t tell anyone. You have a reputation and status to maintain with your crew, and I completely understand that.” You turn and step into your cabin. Looking over your shoulder you smile a small, bashful smile at him. “Goodnight, Yondu.” With that, you closed your door. Yondu stood at the closed door and quietly said, “Goodnight, Darlin’.” He continued to stand there, frozen in place. What the hell was that? Why do I feel funny? My heart is pounding, my head is reeling. I care about what she calls me? Since when? Darlin’? When have I ever called anyone that? He shook his head to free himself of where he stood, and walked back to his quarters. You laid in your bed that night, unable to sleep. A big, stupid grin would not leave your lips no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Oh. My. Gosh. I cannot believe this. I can’t believe how hard this hit me. He’s so unbelievably handsome. His scent was so intoxicating. I didn’t know he wore cologne? And that smile?! Who knew blue could look so damn good. You giggled out loud to yourself. “I have a crush on the Captain. I have a huge freakin’ crush on Yondu Udonta. What the hell?!” You continued to giggle to yourself until you heard a group of footsteps going past your door. More ravagers were headed to bed from the party. You quickly covered your mouth as if someone could possibly hear you. Once the footsteps were gone, you continued to smile and giggle like a little girl. “Wow. What on earth and am I going to do? How do I even begin to handle this?” You said to yourself. Your mind raced, and sleep eluded you all night. Meanwhile, the Captain wasn’t sleeping much either. You kept popping up in his head. Every time he would close his eyes, you appeared. It wasn’t until tonight that he realized that you looked incredible in your maroon leathers. He had always thought you were attractive, ever since he and Kraglin decided to hire you when they met you on Krylor. But this was a whole new level of attraction. It made him feel…different. He had never felt this way before, he felt vulnerable. He did not like it one bit! But on the other hand, he did? It was starting to piss him off. He threw the furs and blankets from his body and got out of bed. He picked up a communicator brace from his nightstand and pushed a few buttons. It beeped a few times, and Kraglin’s sleepy voice could be heard. “Yes, sir? Everythin’ alright?” “Boy, get to my quarters. I need to talk to ya. I’m havin’ a problem.” “Right away sir.” Yondu shut the brace off and tossed it back on the table. Within a few minutes there was a knock on the door. Yondu got up and walked to the door, flinging it open. Kraglin rubbed his eye with a fist and yawned. “What’s goin’ on Sir?” “What’s goin’ on is I need to talk to ya. Maybe you’ll know what to do…get in here!” Yondu yanked Kraglin into the room and slammed the door shut. “Siddown.” He muttered as he pushed his desk chair to the first mate. Yondu sat on the bed and fiddled with his hands for a moment. “Sir?” Kraglin asked. “What do you need help with? Somethin’ goin’ on with the crew?” “No, but there is something goin’ on…I’ve been feeling funny all night. Ever since I went with y/n to the bar for Geff’s party, my head has been fuzzy, my chest is tight, my hands are all shaky and I can’t sleep! It’s pissin’ me off! I don’t know what the problem is. I only went with her to make sure the boys didn’t do nothin’ stupid, but now I can’t think straight! Every time I close my damn eyes, I see her!” A smirk appeared on Kraglin’s face, and he started snickering at the Captain. “What?! The hell is so funny?!” Yondu barked. Kraglin’s snickering turned into full blown laughing. He couldn’t help it. Was his Captain so oblivious? “Sir, sir, I’m sorry. You really have no idea what this is?” He asked. “No! If I did, I wouldn’t have woke you up to help me figure it out, damn it!” “Sir, it sounds to me that you got bit.” Kraglin joked. “Bit? Bit by what? Like a bug or somethin’?” “Ohhhh yeah, it’s happened to me before too. It’s a nasty little sucker.” He said with a grin. “Okay, so what do I do? Am I getting’ sick or somethin’?” “Yeah, you’re sick all right. Love sick.” The first mate said with the biggest shit eatin’ grin on his face. “Lovesick? What the hell is that? That ain’t a real thing.” Yondu snorted. “Sure is, Sir. From the sounds of it, you got bit by the love bug. The only way to cure it is to get some lovin’ from the person who sent it after ya.” Kraglin couldn’t believe this was happening to his captain. This was too good. Of course, he wanted to help him out, but he wanted to taunt him first. “What on Earth are you talkin’ about boy?! Just spit it out already!” The Captain shouted. A goofy little smile appeared on his lips as he realized he just used your expression. Damn it, girl. “Alright, alright.” Kraglin said between laughs. “Cap’n, you’re in love. Plain and simple. It sounds to me like you just realized it tonight.” “Love? I don’t love nobody. I ain’t never been in love before. This can’t be right…” Yondu started searching his hands for some kind of alternative answer. “Anyone can fall in love, Cap’n. I know I have. But that was a long time ago, before I joined the crew. It really ain’t a big deal, honest. Tell me, when you think of y/n, what do you feel?” Yondu pondered Kraglin’s words for a few moments. “I feel – happy. Warm? Maybe a little nervous. Unsure of myself, ya know? I wanna touch her, make her smile, make sure she’s safe and happy, hold her hands... kiss her.” The realization hit him like a blazing meteor. “I wanna kiss her? What?! I’ve never cared about that sentimental crap before!” Kraglin just shook his head and looked down at the floor. “Cap’n, love is a strange and mysterious force. It can be exhilarating. Maybe you should investigate and find out if she feels the same way. Could be worth a shot. Who knows? Could lead to somethin’.” Yondu looked confused. “Like what?” “Heh, I don’t know, happiness?” Kraglin shrugged his shoulders and stood. “I hope that helps Sir. I’m gonna head back to bed if you don’t need anything else.” “Yeah, sure, boy. Go on.” “Night, Cap’n.” The first mate headed toward to door, but before he walked out, he heard the Captain’s voice behind him, “Hey Krags, uh, thanks.” “No problem, Sir.” Kraglin walked out of the Captain’s quarters and quietly closed the door. Yondu got back into bed, stared at the ceiling above him and smiled. Love huh? Well, ain’t that some shit.

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[dc41896]

The Whole Time?!

Pairing: Jake JensenxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a tiny bit of technical angst (🤷🏽‍♀️ lol), fluff💕

“P-Pooch?,” you stammer unable to fathom that your supposedly dead brother was standing in front of you and his wife who was about to give birth to their son in any minute.

“Hey peanut,” he smiles stepping further in the hospital room. “I’d hug you, but I’m w-,”

You didn’t even let him finish before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Good thing he was already wet from the rain, your tears would just be a welcomed addition.

“Wait. D-Does that mean-”

“Hey babe,” the all too familiar voice speaks making more silent tears fall as you lift your head. Just as soaked as Pooch, he nervously smiles removing his hat to reveal his spiked frosted tips. He pretty much looked the same as you last saw him. Toned arms and chest shielded by his dripping jacket along with your personal favorite, his black circular frames bringing even more attention to those crystal baby blues.

There were plenty of times you thought about what you’d do if granted this moment. Cry, scream, maybe jump into his arms clinging onto him like a koala on a tree. Possibly all three even. Now, finally being granted your wish after all these months, there was one main thing on your mind.

“Wow,” he smiles as you slowly move closer to each other. “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’ve gotten more beautiful.” Just as the words left his mouth, the back of your hand connecting with his abdomen in the hardest hit you could muster nearly knocks the wind out of him as he keeled forward.

“And apparently stronger too..,” he coughs.

“How could you?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! We had to so we could go after the guy who set us up. And why didn’t you hit Pooch?! He was in it too.”

“He’s got one coming after my nephew safely enters the world, right now though it’s your turn,” you glare before smacking him again.

“Told you she had a strong backhand,” Pooch states quickly closing the room door before his sister decided to direct her rage at him.

The rest of the team merely watch in entertainment as your hits move to his shoulders and biceps until Jensen can grab your wrists pinning them by your sides.

“I’m sorry for putting you through all that, but it’s not like I completely left! I could still see you.”

You tilt your head in confusion ready to ask what he was talking about, until seeing Clay nervously scratch the back of his neck as he and Cougar shift their gaze clues you in on what he meant.

“SERIOUSLY JAKE?!”

“Wha-? I-,”

“Did you really think that would make me feel better?!”

“...Honestly at this point I’m afraid to answer.”

Annoyed groan falling from your lips, you tried to escape his grasp, but his larger hands slightly tightening their grip on yours, along with him following your every movement, keep you in place. “When we go home I can explain everything.”

“Will you? Or are you just gonna lie some more?”

“I promise I’ll tell everything,” he whispers, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple before flashing one of his ‘please don’t stay mad at me forever because I love you’ smiles. So far, it’d gotten him out of any argument you had. Including this one.

Darn those good looks of his.

“Fine,” you reply as you cross your arms, leaving him to find a seat in the nearby waiting room.

“Any tips here Colonel?,” Jake sighs.

“I’m probably not the one you’d want relationship advice from.”

Another heavy sigh leaves his lips as he follows your path down the hall to sit next to you. That is if you’d let him.

“Okay, is anybody else stuck on the fact that Jensen actually has a girlfriend?,” Aisha states breaking the momentary silence and making both men chuckle.

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It’s the happiest he’s ever been to walk into his small, outdated apartment. Things weren’t exactly the same as he left it with your few new decorations and pieces of furniture trying to make the place a bit of your own, but of course he didn’t mind. It actually warmed his heart that although he was “gone” you still chose to stay, sticking by his side when you easily could’ve moved on with your life.

“Jeez, the faucet always drip that loud?,” he lightly chuckles shedding his coat and placing it on the small hanger by the door.

“It started a bit after you left,” you sigh kicking off your shoes. “Think it’s loud now, it’s even louder when you’re just sitting here alone.”

Following you to the bedroom feeling like a dog with its tail between his legs, he sits at the foot of the bed looking down at his hands as you move about the bathroom getting yourself ready for bed. Your words were like the sharpest sting as his mind vividly showed an image of you just sitting in this apartment with nothing but thoughts of loosing your brother and boyfriend along with the hum of the AC. He knew for the sake of their mission, and the team, he couldn’t say anything, but it still didn’t take away his guilt of what you went through mentally and emotionally.

“I tried to write you.”

“What, your computer go down and you couldn’t watch me anymore?,” you counter over your shoulder before rinsing the soap from your face.

“That was only once okay? I was watching my niece’s soccer game and then I thought about what you were doing and kinda sorta hacked your office’s cameras, which yes I know was wrong. Speaking of, they really should update their software, a fifth grader could easily hack into it just guessing the password,” he answers making you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

“And who’s Tom?”

“Tom?”

“Yea. Curly brown haired guy, cubicle across from yours. Big head you can see a mile away.”

“I’m sorry are you somehow trying to turn things on me when you’re the one that’s supposed to be explaining why I’ve thought you were dead this whole time?,” you ask wiping the remaining moisturizer from your hands before crossing them in front of your chest as you step closer to the now nervous looking man.

“N-no, of course not! But I mean since he’s been mentioned...”

“He’s just this guy at work that apparently likes me and asked me out but I said no, because a small part of me kept hoping that you’d miraculously come back. Happy?”

“I-uh...y-yes?”

Sighing, you sit beside him tucking your bare legs under you and taking his hand in yours to trace the lines on his palm. You never knew how or why you started, but it was something you occasionally did while you two were talking or just lying next to him enjoying each other’s company. It brought a smile and giddy feeling to Jensen, just as it did to you.

“Listen, I’m sorry I’m giving you a hard time, I know you didn’t have a choice, and understand. Selfishly though, I just missed you so much and wish I could’ve known. It definitely would’ve saved some sleepless nights and tears.”

With his other hand, his thumb and index finger gently grab your chin guiding you to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through having you think I was dead. The second we threw our tags in that fire you and my family were all I could think about. Like I said I wanted to write and give you some sign that I wasn’t gone, but I could never figure out how to start. Plus Clay threatened to cut off little Jensen if I did send anything back home once he found out, which only made it tougher.”

“Yea we wouldn’t want that,” you softly laugh following a short sniffle you were trying to hold back. You really were done with crying, having done so since you got that devastating call so long ago, and just wished your tear ducts would shrivel up already. “Sorry, I thought I was done with the tears.”

“Shh, don’t be.” Leaning forward, his soft as clouds lips meet the single salty droplet in the middle of you cheek erasing its presence before moving to yours in quite possibly the most delicate, tender kiss you’ve ever experienced. Any other time, you’d probably call it painfully slow, trying to take the lead to move things along. But as you both sat there taking everything in from each other’s scents to the feel of how one’s lips and mouth felt on the other, you couldn’t feel more connected.

Just barely pulling away, his swollen lips rest centimeters above yours ready to take them again as soon as he caught his breath.

“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed at myself or amazed at whatever powers you have,” he starts, a light chuckle escaping him. “But I think you just made me-,”

“Jensen!,” you laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Way to ruin a romantic mood.”

“If it’s romance you want, say no more,” he smiles taking your hand in his and placing it on his chest as he clears his throat. To the best of his ability, he begins singing the opening lines to your couple’s song, as Jake proclaimed it, instantly making you fall back on the bed in laughter.

“You actin' kinda shady, ain't callin' me baby, why the sudden change. Say my name, say my name!”

“This is definitely not a couple’s song,” you laugh feeling his forearms rest on either side of your head and chest vibrate from his laughing.

“I’ll admit lyrically wise..yes, you’re right. But it’s still ours which makes it special.”

You’d never forget that day in the grocery store trying to find a pint of your favorite ice cream as the song played overhead. Without really looking, you thought you were on the freezing aisle by yourself and began singing along as you gently bobbed your head. Suddenly hearing a voice singing the background vocals made you slightly jump turning to see the taller man in a grey sweatshirt, blue and white basketball shorts, and sneakers holding up his hands.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I-It’s Destiny’s Child, I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s okay, and I mean who can?,” you respond, both softly laughing before shyly looking back at your respective sections to get your frozen desserts.

“Soo...you like ice cream?,” he asks interrupting the momentary silence.

“Yea, um my favorite’s moose tracks,” you answer briefly holding up your pint with a smile.

“You know who has a good moose tracks? Bennie & Bailey’s downtown. They make it from scratch and I don’t know what all they put in it, but it’s amazing.”

“Oh, okay thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”

“Well you should definitely go one day. I mean if you want,” he nervously chuckles.

“Will do,” you smile. “Only if you’ll take me though?”

At first, being met with his shocked, speechless expression made your newfound confidence falter thinking you might’ve been too bold with the cute stranger, whom you hadn’t even asked if he was single or not. However seeing his eyes shine bright and adorable smile grace his pink lips, your excitement returned as he moved closer handing you his phone.

Years later, the rest is history as you lie in bed with the man you were sure was the love of your life.

“Hey what’s going on in there?,” he asks brushing his fingertips across your forehead noticing you become quiet. Lightly scratching his goatee, you feel your eyes start to water again causing you to blink a few times trying to keep them at bay.

“I just don’t want you to leave again,” you whisper, moving your fingers to card through his chestnut and blonde mixed strands.

“I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me too.”

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[crashdevlin]

Jump The Shark

Author’s Note: This is part nineteen of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: When John gets a call from the youngest son he never got to meet, Y/n goes with him to find out what happened to the one-night stand John had back in 1990.

Pairing: Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Word count: 3597

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, angst, mentions of physical violence, mentions of mindfuckery, mentions of ferality, pining, did I mention angst?

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You hadn't said anything. Not from the moment you and John found the truck. You climbed up into the cab and changed into jeans, a black and green plaid flannel and a pair of hiking boots. You dropped your suit skirt and blouse out the window going 80 down the interstate, and then you closed your eyes and listened to the Rolling Stones.

You had to open your eyes when your memories started attacking you.

Dean had been so sure that you were the one he wanted, the one he was looking for...but that was Dean Smith and Y/n Colt. That was a Stanford MBA and a former Miss Teen USA runner-up. The idea that he wanted to mark you was particularly hurtful and you were kinda glad you made him wait because you weren't sure if it would have reset like the first mark Sam gave you and the last thing you wanted was for Dean to be tethered to you when he could barely stand to be around you.

He only wanted you because he was someone else. He was someone else, but his soul was still stuck on you. You both felt that pull because you were connected but he didn't want you. Smith liked Colt, but Winchester would never love Y/l/n.

John just drove. It was obvious he had no destination in mind, he just pointed the truck West and drove. Part of you wished that he would go back to Mississippi but you knew that your semi-normal was gone...and it was better. You were a hunter and so were your alphas. No normal for you.

"It hit her hard, Sammy," you heard John whispering as he drove when you woke up a few hours into Missouri. "She hasn’t been that close with your brother in years and the fact that it was all fake is killing her."

A pang of sadness hit you as your brain called forth what John was talking about. The haze of sleep had taken the memory, but now it was clear why your heart felt like so many broken pieces shoved into a box in your chest.

"Yeah, we know that but he won't say it and she probably wouldn't be able to hear it now anyway." John sighed as Sam spoke through the phone. "Son, I don't know what we can do other than what we always do. If you need help, just call, but she definitely doesn't need to be around your brother for a while. All right. Keep me updated," John said before setting his phone on the dashboard. "I know you’re awake, 'mega. Can't fool me."

"Wasn't trying to fool you. Just letting you finish your conversation," you responded, sitting up and stretching as best as you could in the truck cab. "What'd Sam want?"

"Tell me that the whole deal in Cincinnati was the Angels fucking with us. Specifically fucking with Dean. They wanted to prove to him that he was always supposed to be a Hunter or something."

"And we just got pulled along for the ride? That was nice of them." You rolled your eyes and reached down for your purse, pulling out a travel mouthwash. "So, what, everything's dandy now?" you asked as you took a drink of the mint liquid, swished it around in your mouth and swallowed.

"You know, you're supposed to spit that out, right?"

"Only quitters spit," you said automatically. You ran your hand across your face as you dropped the bottle to the floorboard. Dirty jokes Dean told you as a teen were not what you needed to get out of your funk. “I’ve put worse things in my body.”

“Girl, we...we’ll get through this.”

“Not like we have a lot of options, right?” You licked your lips and shook your head. “I’m fine, John. I slept. I’m better. I’m fine.”

“When are you gonna learn that it’s useless to lie to me?” John asked.

“I’m sure it’ll sink in eventually,” you responded, chuckling. “I promise...I’m going to be fine.”

“I know you will,” John said, reaching over to pat your knee.

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A few weeks passed and you were getting better at putting it behind you. The might’ve-beens dragged up by the Angels in Cincinnati were slowly being pushed back into the recesses of your mind and you were feeling better. Sam emailed John to tell him about some jerk in Ohio writing books about the boys’ lives, someone Castiel revealed to be a Prophet of the Lord who was writing The Winchester Gospels. There were books about the boys’ lives, their actions, their innermost thoughts, just hanging out on bookshelves around the world. You wondered if you were in any of the stories, the gospels.

John’s secondary cell phone went off as you pulled the truck into the parking lot of a coffee shop and he frowned as he looked down at the screen before he answered, “Hello?” A beat of time as you parked the truck and turned to him. “He’s not available. Can I help you?” He had a severe look on his face and you shook your head at him, confused by his reaction to the call. “What’d you say your name was? Milligan...and, uh, what are you callin’ John for?”

He made a fist and hammered it into his forehead. “Right, well, uh, I hate to have to tell you this over the phone but John is dead. He died in 2001.” Your eyes went wide and John put a finger up to quiet you before you could even start to question. “If you need help, then I can meet with you, kid. I’m, uh, John Winchester’s son, Dean. Windom, Minnesota. Cousin Oliver Café. We’ll be there tomorrow at 8am. See ya then, kid.”

“What the fuck, John?!” you exclaimed when he ended the call.

“Fuck.” He scratches his fingernails across his forehead and sighs as he sets the phone on the dash. “I recognized the area code, knew it was Missouri, thought it might have something to do with...with this case I had around January 1990. Anybody I interacted with back then, they would’ve known me before I got hit with that hex. So, that’s why I answered the phone like that and I’m glad I did because...because the kid on the other end of the phone is…” He trailed off and you gave him a pointed look.

“The kid on the other end of the phone is what?”

“My youngest son, Adam.”

Your eyes went wide, confusion and anger filling your body. “Your what?”

“I told you...I told you that I had one dalliance before you after Mary died, remember? When I was on that ghoul hunt and I went into rut and I-I was almost feral and I had one night where I couldn’t fuckin’ control myself and-”

“You knocked her up with pups?” you whispered. For some reason, it hurt a lot more than it should, especially considering you were only seven years old at the time.

“Only one. Adam.” He shook his head at himself. “She never told me. I didn’t know anything about it until 2001...and by then…by the time Adam called the first time, I was a young man again. I couldn’t show up looking like a twenty-five year old and start a relationship with the boy. So I just never called him back, kinda put him on the back burner. I figured I’d go see him when we found the witch and fixed me but I never found the witch and-”

“So, why’s he calling again now?” you asked, trying to be understanding. It wasn’t John’s fault. He should have told you. He should have told his other sons, but he couldn’t do anything about it now.

“His mom, Kate, is missing.”

“And he called you because?” you asked.

“Because the cops aren’t worried and his mom told him to try to get a hold of me if anything weird ever happened. She knew about the hunting.”

“So, your plan is to...pretend to be your oldest son and go meet your youngest son for the first time and try to find his missing mother...who most probably is just normal-missing, not supernatural-missing?” you asked, cautious of your tone.

“I can drop you somewhere if you don’t wanna participate in this, girl,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

“No,” you responded vehemently. “You don’t get to leave me behind, Winchester. Not ever again, remember?”

“Okay, then I’m gonna need you to back me on this and you’re going to have to call me ‘Dean’.”

You nodded. “I can do that.” You weren’t sure you wanted to, but you’d do it for him.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

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John was nervous. You could smell it in his scent. You leaned into his shoulder as you sat in the booth, trying to calm him with your own scent. You kept your head on his shoulder as he switched a glass of water out with a glass of holy water and set a trio of silverware on the opposite side of the table. “Just in case.”

“You really think-”

“I looked into him, ya know? Kid did real good without me in his life,” John said suddenly. “He’s real and he’s smart and he never had anything to do with this life. I’m scared it bled onto him anyway.”

You sighed and leaned up to press a kiss to his temple as the door opened and a tall, thin young man walked into the diner. He looked like a mix of Sam and Dean. “That’s him,” you whispered, recognizing him from the Facebook profile.

John, or rather ‘Dean’, stood and waved at the boy.

“Dean?” Adam asked, walking over. John nodded. The boy laughed. “Wow, you look just like the picture my mom had of-of John. You’re almost the spitting image of him.” He let out a scoff as he sat down, his eyes moving to you. “Who’s this?”

“My omega,” John said, a bit defensively.

“Y/n,” you said, offering your hand to him.

Adam took it with a smile. “Wow.”

You felt a cringe move through your body and you looked down. “What?”

“I just…” Adam cleared his throat. “There’s not a lot of omegas in Windom and none are as pretty as you.”

Another Winchester flirting with you was sending all sorts of bad signals through your body. You softly tugged your hand back and sat back down as Adam settled into the opposite side of the booth and picked up the water. You held your breath when he took a drink but the water went down easy so you relaxed a bit.

But not much.

He smelled wrong. John was lavender and orange and ylang ylang, Dean was lavender and honeysuckle and anise, Sam was vanilla and coffee and undercurrents of honeysuckle when he was in rut. Adam smelled like dirt.

Not grass and forest and mossy logs, dirt. Just dirt. He didn’t even have a secondary scent to him, no undercurrent or complementary smell. Just dirt.

There should have been some part of him that smelled like a Winchester, even if he wasn’t the same makeup of a Winchester as the ones you knew. He shouldn’t smell like that.

Adam didn’t seem to notice your musing or your deep breaths to try and find something else in his scent. He went off on a tangent as he ate his breakfast about how John and Kate met in the emergency room at the hospital room where she works and he went into rut after he got hurt and Adam tried to get a hold of John when he was a kid and John just never picked up the phone and he’s glad that ‘Dean’ answered the phone this time.

“At least I know why he didn’t answer when I was calling before. So, uh, what happened to John?”

“Heart attack,” John responded. “It was sudden.”

“Right, guess that makes sense. Heart disease is the number one killer of men his age in the US,” Adam said.

Your eyes focused on the silverware in the man’s fists. Not a shifter either then. But this was something. This was not a Winchester.

“Well, after we get done eating, why don’t you take us to the house and we’ll see if we can’t find something to tell us where your mom got to,” John offered.

“Thanks, Dean,” Adam said with a smile.

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"He didn't react to silver or holy water," John argued as he followed Adam's car down the road.

"So? There's plenty of things that can alter people's perception of them that don't react to silver or holy water! Rakshasas, sirens, djinns, ghouls, do I need to go on?" you argued back. "He smells like dirt, John. That is not-"

"Maybe that's just-"

"What'd his mother smell like?" you interrupted.

"Passion fruit...and something else I can't remember."

"Not dirt. He shouldn't smell like that. He's not your son."

John sighed and scratched at his chin. "You might be right. He should smell more like one of us. He doesn't even smell like an alpha, honestly, but...if he's not Adam, then where the hell is Adam? And where's Kate? And why the fuck would whatever he is try to get me out here?"

"I don't know."

"Me either. For now, let's focus on finding Kate and we'll go from there." You held in a groan and focused out the windshield. "I know, 'mega. I'm just...I got this feeling...I lost my opportunity to be a part of this boy's life because of that witch."

"And that’s terrible, John...but you wouldn't have me if it wasn't for that witch so…"

“I’m not sayin’ I regret it, sweetheart, I just...wish I could have...met him once before I went after that bitch.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, biting your thumbnail. “Sometimes I wish things were different, too.”

“You wish I never came over when you were going into that first heat,” he guessed.

You swallowed, but you didn’t answer. The truth was, you had thought through a lot of different wishes and butterfly-effect ripples of how it would change everything. If John didn’t show up, you wouldn’t be a hunter. If Dean hadn’t pushed you to let Sam take you when those apple-pie assholes put you in heat, you would have just been Dean’s. If you never sold your soul for Dean, you might have been able to move on, find another alpha...a non-Winchester.

“I don't think I'd be myself if you hadn't shown up,” you answered eventually. “I'd have stayed stuck at Bobby's, never ended up with an alpha let alone two, and I would be dying from never getting a knot in a few years' time...it’s better you did.”

"I'm...glad I did, Y/n. I like the woman you are, the strong and beautiful omega you are.”

You smiled and your cheeks heated up at the praise. “Let’s just get this done, huh?”

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You weren’t exactly happy that you were the one who had to crawl through the vents but Adam said, and John fucking agreed, that you were smallest and therefor the best choice. When you found the blood and pieces of skull and blond hair, you were happy to be small enough to pull your phone out of your pocket and text the news to John so he could break the news before you crawled back out.

“Call the cops. We gotta get out of here, though,” John said as he offered you a hand to help you up out of the vent.

“Wait, but-” Adam started to argue.

“We don’t mix with cops,” you responded, before stomping away from them, roughly brushing dust off of your jeans and shirt. “Come on, J-Dean. Let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t mix with-” Adam started to argue, but you pushed past him and stomped out to John’s truck.

“There was no surprise in his scent. There was no anger or sadness. I’ve lost both parents, John, there should have been-”

“Maybe he’s numb or-”

“Maybe he’s made of dirt or something!” you snapped. “That is not-”

“He hasn’t done anything wrong yet, ‘mega.”

You shook your head. “Yeah. Yet. You know what, John? I’m gonna go ahead and look into things that could be pretending to be your illegitimate pup.”

You barely looked at him as you got out of the truck and headed inside to start researching. When Adam showed up to find out what was going on with his missing mother and you and ‘Dean’ leaving before the cops showed up and “what the hell?!” John decided to explain about hunting as simply as he could. He didn’t explain who he really was, though. And then John decided to take Adam to explore other options of finding Kate.

It was a couple hours later that you came across a mention in an online lore forum that said ghouls, while normally scavengers who feast on dead flesh, could actually eat living specimens and have been shown to greatly enjoy fresh human meat and blood...and just like feasting on the dead, the ghoul can take the visage of their victim and their memories.

“Didn’t John say that’s what he was after when he was here before?” you whispered to yourself as you picked up your cell phone and dialed John’s number. It rang through until it went to voicemail. You called again. It went to voicemail again.

Panic fell over you. Your alpha was in trouble. Your alpha was in trouble and you had no idea where he was.

“Fuck!” You were almost shaking as you stood up and looked around aimlessly. What could you do? Another string of expletives fell from your mouth before you forced yourself to focus. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your soul was connected to him. You needed to find him.

It only took a flash. A flash of the dining room at Kate’s house, John tied to the table had you grabbing the keys to John’s truck and rushing for your alpha. You pushed that truck as fast as it would go to get it to the house on the outskirts of Windom. The truck tires screeched as you slid to a stop in the front yard. You grabbed your shotgun from the rack in the truck bed and ran into the house.

John was tied to the table, ‘Adam’ and ‘Kate’ standing over him as he bled from his wrists. “Y/n,” he groaned. “They’re ghouls!”

“I know!” you snapped, aiming at Adam’s head and shooting. Parts of his head exploded onto the wall behind him and Kate shrieked before running at you. You moved to pump the shotgun for a second shot, but Kate grabbed you and tossed you into the wall like you were nothing.

“Y/n!”

“I’m fine, John!” you shouted, rolling onto your hands and knees.

“John?” Kate spat out, her tone dripping with poison.

“Forgot to mention before you started draining me,” John groaned. “I’m the one who killed your daddy, sweetheart.”

“Witches are better than plastic surgery, bitch,” you said, sweeping the woman’s leg with your foot. She fell to the floor and you jumped up, grabbing the shotgun and shooting her in the head, too. You licked your lips and panted as you limped over to the table and pulled out a knife, getting him loose from his binds. “You okay?” you asked, grabbing a rag and ripping it in half, wrapping each half around his wounds.

“Yeah. You...you got here in time.” He sat up, his legs hanging off the table as you secured the wraps around his wrists. “How’d you know?”

“I figured out ghouls could eat fresh and then I couldn’t get you on the phone and...I…” You licked your lips. “I knew where to find you.”

“How?” he pressed.

“How’d you know what motel room I was cutting Sam’s mark off of me?” you asked in answer.

“You felt it?” he asked and you nodded. He reached out, barely wincing at the pull on his wrist, and pulled you in for a soft, sad kiss. “They were siblings, kids of the ghoul I took down last time I was in Windom. They called to get revenge for me killing their dad.” He looked away. “Killed Kate and Adam to get revenge first. I was hoping I wasn’t right about my life bleeding on his.”

“It’s not your fault, John,” you whispered.

He shook his head. “I know. Shoulda stuck around to see if the thing left behind little monsters for me to kill, but...I went into rut...and then I had to get back to the boys.”

“John...it’s really not on you.”

“He’s dead because of me.”

“He was alive because of you,” you insisted. “He had nineteen years before these things...he had nineteen years because of you. Please, don’t let this get to you.” You chuckled, ruefully. “I’m the one that’s supposed to be barely floating in an ocean of shit. You’re supposed to be my life raft.”

He smiled and nodded. “I am. I am your life raft, darlin’. Just...a little blood-deprived right now. I’ll perk up after a glass of O.J. and some protein. Come on. Let’s get outta here.”

You nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, helping him off of the table and walking him out to the truck.

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[ayma-nidiot]

Dawn of the Dark Chapter 23

This chapter can be found here on AO3.

Chapter 23 – Arms Ablaze

Hey.

Ash could hear someone trying to wake him up. I’ve passed out already?

“Hey, wake up, twerp!” shouted a voice.

“Who are you callin’ a twerp?” Ash blinked and kicked a few times when he came back to reality – a very uncomfortable one that had him nearly submerged in a water tank, barely big enough for him, with just enough space for his head so he could breathe. He could, however, safely sit on the bottom of the tank. “Ow, my skin feels so raw and gross… How long have I been in here?”

A woman’s voice from below answered, “About two hours.”

“Huh?” Ash looked below him and was surprised to see Jessie and James in the cell next to his own. “So you’re here too. I guess your son was right.”

“Is… Is our Damian okay?” James hoped.

“Professor Cerise and his family are taking care of him.”

“That’s a relief,” Jessie sighed. “He’s a trustworthy man.”

“Hmm…” Ash sat on the bottom of the tank and pondered Jessie and James closely. “It doesn’t surprise me that you left Team Rocket. Besides the fact that you wanted to protect Damian, you two were horrible at your jobs.”

“Gee, thanks.” Jessie pouted.

“Still, I’m thankful for the few times you guys have helped me. I’ll never forget that one time you nearly got your butts singed by Moltres on Shamouti Island.”

“Ah, yes, good times,” James groaned sarcastically. “Nearly drowning in the middle of a cold-ass ocean was fun too.”

“Let’s not forget that one time we helped them to New Island dressed up as Vikings,” Jessie reminisced.

“Yeah, and you nearly killed Meowth while doing it!” James scolded.

“We nearly got killed too, you know!” Jessie frowned, hugging her knees. “…I miss him. I hope he’s getting lots of nice Pokemon food. Wobbuffet, too.”

“Don’t forget Morpeko!” James cried. “I hope she isn’t going hungry!”

“Don’t worry, Goh’s Raichu won’t let that happen.” Ash chuckled.

“Speaking of that other twerp- I-I mean, speaking of Goh…” Jessie began. “Is it true that the two of you are getting married?”

“Yes.” Ash looked to the ceiling, blocked by the lid to his tank. “In Vermilion Port. And no former chairman with a dad bod is going to stop me from doing that.”

“Just a piece of advice…” James whispered loudly. “Once you’re married, the wife calls all the shots. They call wedding rings ‘capture rings’ for a reason.”

“What?” Jessie looked at her husband as if he just let out a big fart. “Whatever gave you that absurd idea?”

“I mean, that’s what my dad called them when I was a kid.”

“No way, my dad called them that too!” Ash had just remembered the last thing he heard before he passed out. “My dad… Georgio. I never thought that I would have met my father, who I hadn’t seen in over 11 years, again. I need to get back, not just for Goh, but also so I can catch up with Georgio. I’m sure he’s got a good reason for being away for all those years.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” James had flashbacks of his own horrible, stuffy upbringing. “You deserve to have a better relationship with your father than I have.”

“Same here,” Jessie added. “My father was out of the picture before I was even born.”

“Oh… I had no idea. I mean, I remember the whole inheritance mumbo-jumbo from you, James, but still.” Ash let a few more seconds of silence pass before saying, “You know, you guys aren’t really so bad after all! You’ve not only helped me, but you’re also a really kind to your Pokemon, unlike pretty much all of Team Rocket. Why did you join Team Rocket in the first place?”

James shrugged. “We needed money just like anybody else. Even the lowest-ranking grunts get paid pretty decently.”

“But that’s in the past now,” spoke Jessie. “Looking back, our harebrained schemes were really… well, harebrained.”

“Hard to believe that the very organization we were once a part of has now taken us prisoners.” James sighed. “If Giovanni lets us out of here alive, we’d consider ourselves lucky.”

“At least he’s allowed you two to share a cell.” With all the cold water slowly corroding his skin, Ash would give anything to have the warmth of Goh’s touch. “If he really wanted you killed, he would have done that by now, especially knowing what he thinks of you now. Heck, I’m pretty sure he wants to kill me.

“Could… Could it be…” James began, “…that Giovanni, deep down, still cares for us?”

“A fat chance!” bellowed Giovanni’s voice from the prison’s entrance.

“Well, well…” Ash looked at Giovanni with contempt. “Speak of the devil.”

“Actually, I’d be the devil here.” Rose revealed himself.

“You! How dare you show your ugly mug in front of me! Grr!” Ash tried to reach his arm above the water so he could use his powers.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Rose chuckled. “Don’t you know that water and fire don’t mix?”

“So that’s why you’ve trapped me in a water tank…” Ash relented. “But why do you want me anyway?”

“You see, boy, you’re a very big threat to the Shadow Pokemon Project,” Giovanni explained. “You have the power to purify Shadow Pokemon just by touching them. ‘Twould be a shame if you touched Shadow Lugia.”

“I swear when I break out of here that I’ll do just that!” Ash struggled to stay afloat. “And then we’ll both kick your asses, the lot of you!”

“Here’s the thing, though…” Rose stepped forward. “You won’t be breaking out of here. You’re going to become a powerful Shadow Pokemon, just like your friend Leon.”

“Like hell I will.” Ash flipped Rose the bird.

“I thought you might say that, so I have a proposal for you.” Rose snapped his fingers. Oleana and a few Macro Cosmos grunts got Ash out of the water tank and threw him to the floor.

“What, you’re going to make me battle?” Ash shook off the water. It had just occurred to him that he didn’t have any of his Pokemon in his possession. “You think you can make me fully transform?”

“Precisely.” Giovanni held up a sturdy-looking Dark Ball. “After all, Dark Balls only work on fully shifted Pokemon.”

“If you comply, then I promise you that your beloved Goh will not get hurt.” Rose walked up to Ash and stroked his face with a clawed finger. “It’s a shame that you have to be such a threat… I would have loved to bear your children myself.”

Ash spat in Rose’s face. “Will you just take me outside to battle already, you fucking sicko?”

“So eager!” Rose smirked as his employees dragged Ash outside.

“You’re going to be coming along, too.” Giovanni ordered some grunts to release Jessie and James from their cell and shackle their hands and feet. “You’ll witness what we do to those who dare oppose Team Rocket!”

“Move along, you!” Matori poked Jessie and James with a baton.

“Sure thing, beotch…” Jessie mumbled under her breath.

Annoyed, Matori whacked Jessie on the back. “Make another complain like that and you’ll be sorry!”

Rose threw Ash to one end of a battlefield, walked to the other side of this battlefield, and sent out his Copperajah. “It will be a one-on-one battle – my Copperajah versus you.”

“Not very smart to send out a Steel-type Pokemon against a Fire-type like me!” Ash set his arms ablaze. “Then bring it!”

This fool’s arrogance is going to be his downfall, Rose thought. “Copperajah, use Stomp!”

“Coooopper!” Despite her large size, Copperajah ran fast towards Ash, ready to crush him with her foot.

“Feel the heat!” Ash successfully blocked this attack, singing Copperajah on the foot and causing her to roar in pain.

“We’re just warming up,” spoke Rose. “How about we try a super-effective move on you? Copperajah, use Bulldoze!”

“Copper copper copper… copper!” Copperajah repeatedly stomped the ground until it started splitting.

“Whoo!” Ash backflipped out of the way, lighting his legs on fire to boost his power. “Damn, you almost had me there!”

“You egotistic prick…” Rose wished that he could fully shift himself. “You really think you can beat me?”

“Well, yeah, pretty much,” Ash spoke nonchalantly.

He’s so quick on his feet… Could he be a Fire/Flying-type? If so, then… “Copperajah, Rollout, let’s go!”

“Coooopperajah!” Copperajah curled up into a ball, rolling towards Ash, starting off at a slow pace.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!” Ash teased, then retracted when he remembered Rose’s pass at him earlier. “On second thought, don’t do that. Ew.”

“Hmph. Your overconfidence and immaturity can only get you so far. Copperajah, try Rollout again!”

“What? Ahhh!” Ash got hit this time, even if it was only lightly.

“Good job, Copperajah! Don’t let up!”

“Cooopper!” Copperajah’s second Rollout hit as well.

“Ggh…” Ash could barely stand after a third and fourth Rollout hit.

“Ash, my boy, there’s only one way you can get yourself out of this… I think we know what that one way is.”

“I…” Ash stared at Copperajah in fear as she came around for a fifth hit – one that he was sure would kill him. “I… I don’t want to die… Ggh…”

“Yes… Yes!” Rose started cackling when Ash glowed so brightly that he looked like a gold silhouette. Wings came out of his back as light blue flames danced about. “Giovanni, you better have that Dark Ball ready!”

“This is bad!” Jessie panicked. “If we don’t do something soon, then Ash is going to end up just like Leon! But what can we do-”

Luckily for his wife, James came prepared. He reached into his shirt for two Poke Balls, and throwing them onto the battlefield, he shouted, “Malamar, use Flamethrower on Copperajah! Carnivine, use Power Whip to destroy that Dark Ball!”

“Malamaaaar!”

“Copper… ajah…” Taken by surprise, Copperajah reeled backwards.

“Carnivine!” Carnivine gave the ball in Giovanni’s hand a good whack.

“Huh?” At that moment, Ash stopped transforming.

“No!” Giovanni bellowed when the Dark Ball shattered to pieces. “But how?”

“I kept their Poke Balls in my boots,” answered James.

“Damn, I knew we should have strip-searched them!” Matori grumbled.

“You were never one for smarts,” Jessie remarked.

“I thought I told you to shut up!” Out of anger, Matori whacked Jessie on the back so hard that she passed out.

Knowing that it was his turn next, James yelled at Ash, “Ash, you need to get out of here while Malamar and Carnivine can hold them off!”

“Ngh…” Ash couldn’t sprout his wings again, but he could hover in the air high enough to make his escape.

“After him!” Giovanni ordered.

“Not so fast! Malamar, use Psychic! Carnivine, Giga Impact!”

“Not another word out of you!” Matori whacked James, making him pass out as well.

“Persian, use Power Gem on Malamar!” Giovanni ordered.

“Copperajah, Heat Crash on Carnivine! Do it now!”

To Rose’s fortune, these attacks were enough to render James’ Pokemon unconscious. He picked their Poke Balls from the ground and returned them. “Ash! Where is he?”

“Those blundering ex-operatives of mine allowed him to get away,” Giovanni spoke through gritted teeth. “But don’t worry, I’ve got my executives hot on his trail.”

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve done to my sweet Copperajah.” Rose petted Copperajah’s trunk, then ordered one of his employees, “Use your Heatmor to punish them in the prison. Give them ten Fire Lashes.”

“Yes, sir!” And with that, this employee walked off with an unconscious Jessie and James.

“We’re going to have to start over again,” Giovanni declared as he recollected the pieces of the Dark Ball, squeezing them in his hand. “I won’t stop until we have that Ash Ketchum under our control.”

“That’s not going to happen. If he can purify Shadow Pokemon, then it’s unlikely he’ll ever turn Shadow.” Rose beckoned for Giovanni to hand him the pieces of the Dark Ball, which he did.

“What do you plan to do with those? Are you going to catch Goh next? Since he’s pregnant, he’ll be an easier target than Ash.”

“Actually, I have an even bigger plan with this Dark Ball… Let my employees work with yours, and you’ll see what I mean.”

While Giovanni and Rose plotted their future plans with the Shadow Pokemon Project, Ash had given up on trying to fly away from his captors; be that as it may, his legs were sore from running throughout the forests of Galar. When he finally reached the Slumbering Weald, he absolutely couldn’t take it anymore, and passed out in the grass.

“Dammit! Our target is out of our sights!” Matori shouted while running. “He’s somewhere in this forest! Find him!”

Ash laid low until the footsteps passed him by. He leaned up against a nearby Berry tree. “Okay, I think I’m clear now… But how am I going to get back to Vermilion City, let alone undetected?”

“Kecleon?” A Kecleon and his family appeared from the bushes.

“What are you Kecleon doing here?” Ash asked. “You’re not native to Galar.” Maybe… Could it be that just like the Luvdisc all those years ago, you showed up here at the precise moment you’re needed?”

“Kec! Kecleon!” Kecleon signaled for his family to jump in a formation around Ash as they turned invisible.

“Whoa, you can even turn me invisible?” Ash was clearly impressed. “You must be some really strong Kecleon!”

“Kecleon!” The leader of the bunch pointed towards the ocean.

“Are you trying to tell me that there’s gonna be a Pokemon waiting for me there to fly me back to Vermilion City?”

“Kec. Kecleon!” The Kecleon leader chirped, indicating that Ash’s guess was correct.

“Then lead the way!” In his entire walk thence, Ash prayed to Arceus that he could make it back to Goh safe and sound.

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[sakamakisaywhat]

hc for kino ,shu , subaru , yuma , ruki , kou , where they overhear someone calling their s / o ill names thxx❤️

SHU

- Shu would be relaxing as usual in one of his usual napping spots when he overheard someone talking about you - He wouldn’t go out of his way to get involved and would keep his eyes closed but his ears pricked up, so to speak - At first his intention is to listen to some gossip he could tease you about, but his mood quickly changes once he realises the group is talking badly about you - Shu wouldn’t want to get involved initially, but if it was serious, he’d stand up and make his way over, making his presence known - “Hey... want to repeat that? Why don’t you say it to their face? You’re all too bothersome...” - He’d never reveal to you that he defended your honour to anybody - but he would feel silently satisfied every time he walked past the perpetrators in the hallways and saw them immediately clamp their mouths shut

SUBARU

- When Subaru loves something, he’ll defend it to the death, especially when that something is you - So the minute he hears someone talking smack about you he’ll get involved - even if he doesn’t know the full story - Subaru would take on an army for you, so some kids at school are nothing to him - “You think you can talk about her like that? That’s my girlfriend, you motherfuckers.” - He’d come home with bruised knuckles and his clothing messed up, but feeling pretty triumphant about beating the shit out of the people messing with you - Subaru would also enjoy how much you fuss over his injuries and coo over him, no matter how much he says he hates it - He might think he’s a monster, but he secretly loves playing the hero

RUKI

- Ruki wouldn’t take action right away, but would wait for the right moment to strike - He’d try to gather some information at first rather than instantly reacting to hearing someone calling you names: why, who, when, where, what... - This is partly to clarify the situation but also partly so he knows exactly how to bring the perpetrators down - Ever the diplomat, Ruki would approach the group first to coldly let them know exactly who they were talking shit about - “I suggest you stop talking like this in public, unless you want to face some consequences.” - If his words don’t have any effect, Ruki will resort to more covert actions to scare the gossipers - exposing their own secrets to people they really wouldn’t want to find out, perhaps, or letting someone with more authority know what’s going on so they can be properly punished

KOU

- Without a doubt, Kou is definitely the most likely to go to extremes to stop people talking about you like that - As an idol he’s very conscious of his public image and what others may say about him - Even though people calling you names definitely doesn’t have anywhere near the same effect on your image, one wrong move and Kou is ready to throw them overboard socially - “They think they can get away with saying those things about my M-Neko-chan? I hope they like everyone knowing everything they’ve ever done.” - He’s got a legion of fans at his disposal and would undoubtedly turn them against the perpetrators before dispatching them to gather information on them - Kou would make sure the juiciest bits of gossip get plastered not only over the whole school but also all over social media - Depending on how serious the names were he might even give his fans free reign over their punishment (which is probably scarier than Kou himself handling it...)

YUMA

- Yuma is an upfront guy who’s not at all afraid of confrontation, so confrontation is how he’d handle it - He’s also extremely protective of you, so finding out why you were so upset would really kick his rage into overdrive - As soon as he caught wind of people talking shit about you around the school, he’d track down the perpetrators to dish out his own special method of punishment - So basically, he’d fuck them up beyond recognition - “You wanna say that shit again? Go on. Tell me exactly the kind of names you were callin’ her and maybe I won’t break every bone in your body.” - Yuma might not tell you exactly what he did, since he knows you’d be horrified, but he’d let you know that the problem wasn’t worth worrying about anymore

KINO

- When Kino heard his some of your ‘friends’ gossiping about you in the corridors when they thought he wasn’t around, he was more than pissed - fuming might be another way to put it - As he hopes to one day be a king like Karl Heinz, Kino sees you as his queen and wouldn’t stand for anyone calling you names - Kino is quite tech savvy for a vampire, so the internet is how he’d get his revenge on the perpetrators - “Let’s see what kind of names you call her now. I’m missing my games tournament for this, so it better work.” - He’s not above a bit of hacking or personal information leaking - anything to make them regret what they did - While you might not approve of his methods, taking down the bullies would leave Kino extremely satisfied

#shu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #kino #headcanon #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers #anon #sakamakisaywhat

[spacepaprika]

HERE’S A STORYTIME THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR 🙃

“Sticks And Stones”- Mammon x MC

(Trigger Warning: For mild language, talk of suicide and anxiety attack)

You had noticed that Mammon had been very quiet lately. Everyone in the House Of Lamentation did- Mammon ALWAYS made himself known when he walked in the room, especially when Lucifer’s booming voice came right after. At first it was dismissed by you and the brothers: You all thought he was in his room, planning some elaborate scheme for whatever he was gonna steal next. He did it all the time. But after not coming out of his room except to grab what was left out of the fridge that Beel already emptied that day, or to use the restroom for nearly four days now, you started to become concerned. If it were Levi, it would be normal. But Mammon..?

You decided to take action.

“Hello? Anybody home?” You knocked on his door at least three different times before finally hearing a faint “Come in” from inside the room. You slowly open the door, shutting it behind you. “Mammon?” The name seems to echo in the room. You don’t see him at first- but then you notice a little curled up heap on the couch that wasn’t there before. “Mammon?” No answer from the heap. You place a hand on the heap, and the heap squirms under your touch, sitting up to reveal a disheveled-haired, tired demon boi. “Hmm? Oi, it’s you. Whaddaya need, human?”

That was it. No, “Of course ya’d be visitin’ The Great Mammon!” No, “Ey, human!”

Nothing.

“Did I wake you?” You asked nervously.

“Nah, I’ve been awake, it’s fine,” the man answered, stretching in a manner that told you No, he had not been awake. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “I said it’s fine, now ya gonna answer my question?”

Oh, right.

You make your way over to what’s left of the room on the couch, and plop down, looking at the demon. “Mammon, we’re worried about you, you haven’t left your room for days an-”

“We?” He cuts you off. “Who the hell is ‘we’?”

You attempt to finish. “Me, your brothers-”

“Heh, that ain’t cute, ya know.” He stretches again. “Ya don’t have to throw in my brothers just ‘ta try ‘ta make me feel better.”

You’re thrown off by his lack of concern. “What do you mean, to make you feel better?” You start to get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. This isn’t like him at all.

“My brothers,” his voice nearly cracks. “They don’t give a damn.” He sighs. “I’m nothing to ‘em. I’m just a scumbag, a klepto, as worthless as the dirt under my feet.” He looks down as his feet, and you can feel an eerie presence settling in, like something bad is about to happen. You are quite sure what to say, and the demon continues.

“I’m the worst of the all. I may be a high ranking demon, but I’m the lowest one to exist. I don’t even gotta steal nothin’ yet, I just walk in ‘ta a room, an’ it’s like I’m a target. It’s okay for Satan ‘ta get mad, or for Levi ‘ta buy a bunch of shit from Akuzon. It’s okay for Beel to eat us outta house an’ home, an’ for Asmo ‘ta be out all night, bangin’ demons an’ witches an’ whatever the hell else gots a pulse. But me...” his voice trails off, and you notice that his eyes are really red. Did you not notice that before?

“I’m nothin’ ‘ta no one, MC.” The way he says your name sends chills down your back, and not in a good way. “I hate myself, ya know. Even if nobody else did, I still do.” His voice cracks again, and he begins to shake. “But ev’ry day is a reminder that I’m worth nothin’. It’s kinda why I started stealin’ after we left the celestial realm. Cause that’s when the name-callin’ started. I figured that if I had enough stuff that was valuable to people, then I could sell it, get some Grimm, an’ then I’d be valuable too...”

The man in front of you, the one who blows everything off, the one who sometimes seems to have more pride than Lucifer,

starts to cry.

His voice has grown hoarse and shaky. “I’m a burden ‘ta my brothers, I’m a burden ‘ta Diavolo, I’m a burden ‘ta this whole stupid exchange program, ‘ta the student council,” he mutters the last part, but you can still hear it. “‘Ta you...”

You sit there in a trance. This isn’t the Avatar Of Greed that you know. Sure, you always thought his brothers were harsh on Mammon, but you thought it was a natural demon thing. You wondered if his brothers even knew, or cared, about the toll this took on him.

The demon man starts to ramble, talking one hundred miles an hour. “It wasn’t like this back in the celestial realm, I was just another one of the guys. I don’t know what made it change. But if I go out that door again, if I talk or try ‘ya steal somethin’, it won’t stop, it won’t ever stop, th-they’ll never shut up-” His breathing is shallow, his tears flowing, the words tumbling out of him, unable to stop. “I wouldn’t be any worth ‘ta them if I were dead or alive, maybe I never was, maybe it’ll be like this forever, no matter what, maybe no one will ever love me, maybe I should just kill myself-”

You grab him by his wrists and yank him up- with strength you didn’t know you had- to face you. His eyes are dull and empty of the usual gleam he has, now looking like swirling voids. He’s surprised, and grows quiet, his eyes red, his hair a mess, his vulnerability...

It’s beautiful.

“Mammon, it’s your turn to listen.” You give him a hard stare, still trying to send warmth in your eyes for him to see. “You are stupid, you’re so stupid, for thinking of doing something like that, and not thinking about me. I love you, Mammon.”

He freezes for a moment, trying to process what you’ve just said. “Wh-whaddaya mean, human...?” He mumbles, sitting up completely and scratching the back of his head, completely lost. Yeah, he can be pretty stupid, but it’s really cute.

“I love you, Mammon,” you repeat, tears now welling up in your eyes, embarrassed for confessing to him at a time like this, and even more so for not having done it sooner. “Please don’t die, Mammon. I love you.”

The boy stares at you through his tears, his eyes lighting up after a moment, a little nervous to believe what he’s hearing. Maybe it’s just a dream? ��D-do ya really mean that, MC? Y-ya aren’t just playing s-some stupid prank?”

Gaining confidence, you get inches away from his face, feeling your cheeks warming up. “Yes, Mammon. I love you.” You close your eyes, and the gap between your lips. The demon immediately melts into you, hugging you and crying into the kiss.

You break away to look at him and play with his hair. “Please live for me, Mammon. We’ll live together. You’ll always have me. What do you say?”

His tears are happy now, unable to speak from being so choked up but nodding a “Yes” eagerly and hugging you tight, almost a little too tight. But you giggle and kiss the top of his head.

About an hour later, you’re still on the couch, your new boyfriend’s head laying in your lap. The boy is all smiles as you play with his hair, his tears having long stopped and the usual, mischievous gleam is back in his eyes, brighter than ever. There’s a knock at the door. “Hey, normie and scumbag, hurry up and get down here before Beel eats your food.” You see the man wince at Levi’s words as he sits up. “Don’t listen to him, I’m here now,” you whisper into his ear, and he nods, getting up and holding your hand as you both make your way down to dinner (or what’s left of it).

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me imagines #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #totally not a mammon stan #imagines #tw #trigger warning #tw suicidal thoughts #tw anxiety attack #tw strong language #tw mild language #plz enjoy #ask me anything #ask paprika #im gonba be so disappointed if this doesnt explode on my blog overnight #three hours worth of writing for nothing #i used up the last of my brain cells for this

[choleraciemna]

I wake up at once as if somebody shook me. It's very quite now, no voices heard, no music, no steps. And it's surprisingly bright. Blinking and rubbing my eyes and fighting back a sneeze I look around to see full moon shining through a gauzy curtain. It takes only a second more to remember where I am. Sage got a room for us in the Runny Eye with a single bed. Rather wide and comfortable bed, I have to admit. I remember him laughing at my words it looked like planned this way. 'Me plannin?' He grinned rising his left brow so high it got lost under the mess of white hair.

A later memory catches me. Those messy silken white strands. Oh, they are soft. I feel my cheeks warming fast. We were sitting on the floor against the hearth and there was more warmth coming from Sage's big body, from his broad chest exposed as always. And I was rubbing those big velvety ears vigorously and petting them softly and combing his long hair gingerly. Caressing his sensitive ears with my fingers, caressing sensitive tips of my fingers with his unbelievably soft fur. Both of us melting quietly, both of us pretending it's nothing.

And it seems at some point I just drifted off comforted by the weight of his head on my shoulder, lulled by his gently purring. Did Sage carry me to the bed? Oh hell. I never meant for real to leave him sleeping on the floor like a dog. I was going to tell him the bed seems to be wide enough for two and I'm pretty used to sleeping in much more awkward conditions in camps and tourist shelters during numerous trips back on Earth. I feel guilty at once. I throw off the blanket and get my feet out of the bed trying to make as little noise as possible. Oh. I get it Sage took off my shoes and covered me carefully...

The air is cool, I shiver and instinctively hug myself stepping on the wooden floor. Where's that blanket? I'm definitely not going anywhere without it. The hearth is almost fireless by now, only few crimson embers left. And there I see him in cold moonlight, curling like a big sleeping beast in a messy nest of several blankets, each one probably too small for somebody that tall and broadchested.

Never saw his face being that peaceful and calm. That usual blank unreadable expression of his was much more sarcastic and mischievous, I can see it now in comparison. This moment Sage's face is soft in all senses. Not a slightest sign of tension. His forehead smoothed tranquilly. Deep shadows under his long lashes. He's surely not smiling, his lips are as still as all his features, but the very corners are rising softly. Sage doesn't look like he's cold or numb or uncomfortable any other way. In fact he looks very cozy. 'Like a big cat sleeping', I catch myself contemplating.

I wish I could hug him. Just ease my hand on his side and let my mind drift off again. Isn't it natural. So simple. Just like cuddling for warmth earlier this night. Oh yes, it caused some warmth. Rising from ones chest I may say. From the very core. Warming ones pinky face. Burning ones cheeks and ears. So very very warm...

For how long can I stand here like an idiot? Wrapped in a blanket, holding my breath, ogling sleeping Sage on the floor. It's silly. He's so cute like that. So soft and cozy. So unusually ungarded. Not looking like a mercenary allways ready for a good fight. Not like a man on a run watching his back all the time. Just a comely guy resting mindlessly. Does it mean he trusts me enough? Does it mean I'm not troubling him at least?.. I wish I knew.

He told me for so many times now he's not safe to be around. And the truth is I do feel safe and confident while he's here. It's not that I'm going to hang on him or to hide behind his back. I just love that huge warmth coming from him. The tender warmth lighting his eyes when he grins at me. The tickling disturbing heat rising in my own chest in reply.

Oh great! I can always tell him I got cold. Sounds pretty plausible. I just got cold in that big empty bed. This kinda was to be expected. Trying to step silently I walk around his nest of blankets and squat down. Sage is still and quiet. I lie down slowly behind his back. The rustling of my blanket sounds so damn loud. But when I stop moving there are no other sounds. And it's warm here. Really warm. I can feel him breathing steadily.

And I can smell that spicy and smoky aroma of Sage's hair again. Exciting and cozy at the same time. I'm afraid I can get used to it. Allready getting being honest... I bury my face in his unbraided hair.

When Sage wakes up and finds me here he'll tease me mercilessly, I know. Well, I'll tell him I got cold. Sage will probably laugh and tease me more but he won't mind for sure...

Oh I know him. He'll ask something like "Missed me?" And damn me if I'll give him the smallest chance to see me embarrassed. I'll tell him I was looking for warmth. I needed to warm myself to be able to sleep. Pure innocence, huh.

Sage's wide back is really warming me now, it feels hot even through all this blankets, his and mine. I shift a little trying to get clother to him. What a silly childish shyness. What the heck. When Sage asks me what I'm doing here I'll tell him I thought HE could get cold. It's pretty true. I just care ...a lot. Oh well...

Annoyed with myself I close my eyes tightly. I dig Sage's hair slightly with my nose and stop when I touch his neck. My heart pounding seems to be the only sound in the dead of night. His skin is so warm. When Sage will ask me what the hell I'm doing here I'll think of some funny and teasing joke in reply.

I raise one arm to rest on his side. I'm not pressing at all. And there are so many layers of fabric between us. And still I can feel that delicate warmth. Enveloping me so nicely, mildly. My hand begins to slip and I hold him just a little tighter. And then I feel it. A low rumble deep under my open palm pressed to his chest. The big sleeping cat's purring.

When I wake up again it's almost dawn and it's hot and I'm tangled in a tight embrace. I lay on my side one hand wrapped around a muscly shoulder blade other touching soft skin on a pleasantly firm pec. Thin sleepshirt the world's kindest Anisa gave me had clinged to my skin. Two warm heavy palms hold my back carefully. And is that a tail curling against my hip? I can feel tufty fur on it's end. My face hidden in the crook of Sage's neck inflames instantly.

I wish I could see if Sage's awake. And honestly I wish I could stay like this for some time just listening and breathing and indulging the weakest part of myself. Snuggling against Sage's hot skin, feeling his pulse against my chest.

"Morning", I hear him whisper. And though all I can see now is the whole mess of white hair, I can swear he's smiling.

"Good morning, Sage!"

"Not just good", he chuckles softly. "It's probably the best."

Oh I need to see his face immediately! Sage's voice never sounded like that before. I raise my head to see him blushing brightly. Just as me.

"Looks like I missed something interesting", Sage grins widely. Before I can reply wittily his expression changes.

"Did you get cold all alone in that empty bed?" Look, his not teasing! Not at all. Sage's really caring.

"I just missed you." I didn't expect it to come out like this. So simply. My face burns with embarrassment. His eyes widen. Sage looks at me seriously and... fondly? Can I describe a gaze as 'warm'?.. When he begins to speak his voice is low and husky.

"You know... It's not that often in my age. Experiencing something for the first time."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. He laughs shortly, "...in bed especially!"

I glare at him but still can't help a huge curiousity.

"Sage... I don't get it yet. It's your first time doing... what?" Hell. I'm on fire. But look! He's also as red as a tomato. You're not that closed and cool after all, Sage. And I wish you knew just how much I like it.

"Uh", he mumbles. "You see, usually I just sneak out before sunrise..." After a night spent together he means. Oh.

"So here I am." Sage smiles unusually softly, shyly. "Waking up cuddling for the first time in my life."

How can it be? What was his life like? This big boy with a bit of reputation. Did he just told me he'd never been loved?.. Never letting anybody to stay around him for long enough. Never sharing all those dangers with anybody and also never sharing all this softness and warmth. Never being  treasured the way he deserves it.

Cradled in his heavy arms I look at Sage like I've never really seen him before. I'm totally caught. I'd never say what I'm saying if I had just a little time to think about it.

"But... Do you really mean nobody ever hugged you sleeping? Nobody enjoyes your warmth and nobody knows how safe it feels here?.."

"You do", Sage says in that special low voice looking me right in the eye. And we both redden again in silence.

Then he remembers something and amusement lights up his face. "Speaking of first times. Have you ever heard 'bout the callin' stones?.."

...

#fictif #last legacy #fictif sage #last legacy sage #sage lesath #sage fictif #sage last legacy #sage's route #fictif last legacy fanfic #my fanfiction #my fanart #missing sage lesath #soffja

[sudoki-sara]

Decided on yes I will make more rwby Hamilton au. These Hamilton songs are Aaron burr sir and my shot

Citizens: 1776. Feldspar City.

Jaune: Pardon me. Are you Ruby Rose ma’am?

Ruby: That depends. Who’s asking?

Jaune: Oh, well, sure, ma’am. I’m Jaune Arc I’m at you service, ma’am. I have been looking for you.

Ruby: I’m getting nervous.

Jaune: Ma’am... I heard your name at Coquina. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punch him. It’s a blur, ma’am. He handle the financials?

Ruby: You punched the bursar.

Jaune: Yes! I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revaluation. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid so how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast?

Ruby: It was my mother’s dying wish before she passed.

Jaune: You’re an orphan. Of course I’m an orphan god, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for...

Ruby: Can I buy you a drink?

Jaune: That would be nice.

Ruby: While we’re talking. Let me offer you some free advice talk less.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Smile more.

Jaune: Ha.

Ruby: Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.

Jaune: You can’t be serious.

Ruby: You wanna get ahead?

Jaune: Yes.

Ruby: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

Weiss: Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?

Weiss/Ren/Nora: Show time!

Ruby: Like I said.

Weiss: Show time show time! I’m Weiss Schnee in the place to be! Two pints of O’ Sam Adams but I’m working on three, uh! Those Redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!

Ren: Oui oui, mon ami, je mappelle Lie Ren! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say bonsoir! Tell the king “Casse toi! Who’s the best cest moi!”

Nora: Brrrah brraaah! I am Nora Valkyrie up in it, lovin it, yes I heard your mother say “come again.”

Ren/Weiss: Ayyyy

Nora: Lock up ya daughters and horses. Of course it’s hard to have intercourses over four sets of corsets...

Ren: wow

Weiss: No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more...

Weiss/Nora/Ren: To the revolution!

Weiss: Well if it ain’t the prodigy of Beacon Academy.

Nora: Ruby Rose!

Weiss: Give us a verse. Drop some knowledge!

Ruby: Good luck with that. You’re takin’ a stand you spit Imma sit we’ll see where we land.

Nora/Ren: Booo

Weiss: Ruby, the revolution is imminent. What do you stall for?

Jaune: If you stand for nothing, Ruby, what’ll you fall for?

Ren/Nora/Weiss: Ooh, who you? Who you? Who are you? Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?

I was gonna end it here but then I remembered how “My Shot” continues this song so...

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my crountry young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune: Imma get a scholarship to Shade Academy I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish. The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish. I gotta holler just to be heard. With every word, I drop knowledge.

Jaune: I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable. Only nineteen but my mind is older. These Feldspar city streets get colder, I shoulder.

Jaune: Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage. I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish. I walk these streets famished.

Jaune: The plan is to fan this spark into a flame. But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the—

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss/ J-A-U-N-E-A-R-C— We are—meant to be...

Jaune: A colony that runs independently. Meanwhile, Atlas Keeps shittin on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly. Then General James turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free. So there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: He says in parenthesis.

Jaune: Don’t be shocked when your Hist’ry book mentions me. I will lay down my life if it sets us free. Eventually you’ll see my ascendancy.

Jaune: And I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: Hey yo, I’m just like my country. I’m young, scrappy, and hungry. And I’m not throwing away my shot!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot! It’s time to take a shot!

Ren: I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in Vale will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy? When I fight I make the other side panicky. With my—

All four: SHOT!

Nora: Yo, I’m a tailors apprentice. And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis. I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance. To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a—

All four: SHOT!

Weiss: But we’ll never be truly free. Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me. You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion. Have another—

All four: SHOT!

Ruby: Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught: if you talk your gonna get shot!

Jaune: Ruby, check what we got. Mister Lie Ren, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot. Weiss I like you a lot let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot.

Jaune: What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot. Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not. A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Jaune: Oh, am I talking’ too loud? Sometimes I get overexcited, shout off at the mouth. I never had a group of friends before. I Promise that I’ll make y’all proud.

Weiss: Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: Everybody sing:Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Whoa! Wooh! Whoa! Aye let em hear ya! Let’s go!

Jaune/Ren/Nora: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yea!

Citizens: Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Yea!

Weiss: I said shout it to the rooftops! Said, to the rooftops! Come on! Come on let’s go!

Weiss: Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up! Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up! Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa! Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are the colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise up!

Jaune: I imagine death so much that it feels more like a memory. When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

Jaune: See I never thought I’d live past twenty. Where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask. We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty.

Jaune: Scratch that, this is not a moment, it’s the movement where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand we roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land.

Jaune: And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendant?

Jaune: I know the action in the street is excitin’ but Jesus, between all the bleedin’ and fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’ we need to handle our financial situation. Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

Jaune: I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation every action’s an act of creation. I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!

Jaune/Citizens: And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot! We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Not throwing away my shot! Not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna

Citizens: We’re gonna rise up rise up

Jaune: Time to take a shot.

Citizens: Rise up Rise up!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JRNW: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JNRW: Take a shot shot shot!

Citizens: Ri—ri—ri

JNRW: A-yo it’s time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my—

Citizens: Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my shot!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #hamilton #rwby hamilton au #lie ren #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee

[honeys-fiction]

Bakugou with “I need a place to stay.”

Heeeeeyy sorry for taking literal months to respond. Thank you for waiting so long!

-Honey

Mini Fic prompts #6 for Bakugo

“I need a place to stay.”

The rain pelted the roof of your complex, thunder rolling through the sky. The storm touched down out of nowhere, causing the people on the street below you to scramble for shelter. You were lucky enough to be on your day off. A crack of lighting nearby was echoed by sudden darkness. All you could do was watch from your window as the lights began to go out one after the other down the street. 

Must’ve hit a power line, great…

Pulling out your phone, you went around lighting candles throughout your flat. All of the candles you got as gifts from your mother were finally coming in handy. 

When the battery life on your phone began to wane, you pulled out an old portable radio you kept for days like this. Your friends often made fun of you for it, but you found it rather charming. Besides, you were in the middle of listening to the news before the power went out.

Fiddling with the knobs on the radio for a few minutes, you were able to find the news broadcast for your area.

“.... Due to the recent storm...power for the following communities….will be out...Professionals predict...power will not be restored...until tomorrow afternoon…”

You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud sigh. Just great, the last thing you needed was a power outage when all you wanted to do was enjoy your day off. If only you could find your power bank…

“Pro-Hero Ground Zero-”

All thoughts of searching for your power bank were lost when you heard the hero name of your close friend. Sitting up, you turned the knob for volume as far as you could.

“Puts an end to yet another incident at a local bank. The villain in question, a male with a water-based enhancement quirk took advantage of the sudden thunderstorm and attacked the bank this afternoon. Despite this clear advantage, he was no match for the Explosion Hero-”

The radio lost signal, only producing a static white noise despite attempts to change channels. You huffed in annoyance. So Blasty had to work today, that sucks.

On the queue, your near-death phone began to ring with the familiar sound of the crackle of sparklers. A unique ringtone you picked for Bakugo, despite how much he yelled at you for it.  

“Bakugo? What’s up?”

“Change my fucking ringtone.”

You giggled, settling down on your couch with a glass of wine. “Would you believe me if I said I did already?”

“No,” he huffed, you could almost see him pinching his nose with his aggravated sigh. “You’re too goddamn predictable.” 

“So, what’cha callin’ for? You usually never call anybody these days.”

He was quiet for a moment. You were going to ask again when you heard him take a shaky breath.

“Bakugo? What’s wrong?” 

“Y/N, listen…” His voice was low and hushed, yet steady. You’d never heard him speak like this, your shock providing him the silence he needed to explain.

“I know I haven’t been the best person to you and the rest. After we graduated, I was just focused on my work, trying to get to the top. I’m still trying,” he trailed off, you could faintly hear the rain meeting the ground on his end. “Which is why I know I don’t deserve to ask this of you, but with this storm, I’m stuck. I need a place to stay…”

“Of course,” you agreed without hesitation. “My door is always open to you, even when you don’t show your mug for weeks.”

Despite your chuckles, he still found himself apologizing. 

“Sorry…” “Don’t worry about it. Besides, you can make it up to me by cooking dinner tomorrow!”

“Fine, Brat.”

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