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moumouton4 · 1 year

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iF REQUESTS ARE OPEN-

may I request a ‘being in a secret relationship’ with izuku and shoto? (separate of course lol) it can be headcannons, short scenario, etc

BUT

one certain day, someone (could be anyone!) from class 1A finds out somehow? and tells the rest of the classssss-

I randomly thought about this-

If you don't want to do this it's fine lmao

Secret Relationship Headcanons || MHA characters x reader

A/n : I love these random thoughts ! They always make my day 😍✨

Including : Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki

Warning : fluff, making out, mention of other characters, secret relationship but you get exposed 👀

Masterlist ⚜

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Words count : 1988

Izuku Midoriya :

He has many reasons to be in a secret relationship with you. Far from being ashamed of you, on the contrary, he still wonders how a someone as awesome as you ended up with a Deku loser like him

You're his little marvel ✨

But being with him is very dangerous, and he was fully aware of it after the second attack of the League of Villain at the training camp... a week after you got together

You decided to wait for at least the double before making it official but this event made izuku wonder. And being the smart boy he is and knowing the fact that the One For All was going to make him a target of choice for the villains, he decided to keep your relationship secret

(( Of course before his vigilante era because in that case I sincerely think he will break up with you to be 100% sure you will be safe... he will watch over you from the shadows ))

But you are far from it for a long time :')

The attack at the training camp had one advantage according to you two, the setting up of the dormitories !

Now it's like you live together

Well, you had to hide from the others but in theory it was quite easy

Knowing that you met exclusively at night, to discuss your respective days or your fears of the future

At the beginning, being the respectful and shy boy that he is, he would only come and chat with you, have a good laugh and then he would kiss your cheek and tiptoe back to his room

Until one day you got tired of him being respectful and kissed him and pulled him into bed with you to cuddle

Turned out you made out after 10 sec at looking at each other in silence

He was so red you could see him glow in the dark

You're personal little Rudolph

Honestly you were doing your stuff quite discreetly, it's not like anyone could guess unless they saw Izuku coming out of your room early in the morning

And it was much more convenient and pleasant to fall asleep with him in your arms or vice versa than to fall asleep with the phone in your hand after hours of discussion through cameras

The day nothing could give away your little secret either

At first you didn't have the same group of friends. He spent his time with Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki while you spent your time with Mina, Hanta, Denki, Eijiro and Katsuki

The few times you and Izuku were together during the day were during training or lunch

But for most people it was just friendship and he probably pestered you with tons of questions about your alter

Well, most of the people but not the explosive Katsuki Bakugo, who considered you as his sister since you interfered with the lov so he wouldn't get kidnapped that night

In short he had a lot of respect for you and even if he hid it well, he was always looking forward to your exciting discussions

However, that day he did not see you in the canteen with the rest of the Bakusquad

"The hot headed isn't here ?" ( a little nickname he had given you since the fight at the training camp )

"I think she went to lunch with Izuku" answered Eijiro while pointing to a table not far from theirs

"Oooooh ! They are so cute !" squeaked Mina

"Ughhh I'm sick of it at this rate I could never date Y/n" whined Denki ( almost wrote my name there pfff )

"What did you say you joker ?!?" yelled Katsuki grabbing Denki by the collar

"No nothing- nothing ! Didn't say a word"

Katsuki was very protective of you and that's what drew his attention to you and Izuku in the first place

His charp attention allowed him to see that during the training Izuku never went to 100% of his strength with you while he was doing it casually with the other girls. And you were far from needing it

So Katsuki kept an eye on you for a week, trying to find out if anything suspicious was going on

( A/n : Jeez Katsuki 😂

"Huh ? What did you say nerd ?!?"

"Kiyaa nothing" runs out of UA )

He had already noticed that the door of Izuku's room - which was not far from his - opened systematically at around 7 in the morning, that is to say about 30 minutes before everyone had to get up

But everything became much clearer the following Friday night

Class 1-A had decided to have a movie night as usual and for the first time Katsuki decided to stay in order to solve the mystery

And that's when he saw something he could never have imagined

While you were sitting on one of the sofas with Izuku by your side one of his hands came to rest on your thigh and you turned your head to give him a smile which he shyly replied

Soon all the heads turned towards the blond who had just released a small explosion without noticing

"This is a joke !" he thought

After that we declared to take a break from the movie while everyone went to the bathroom or to get more snacks

You were also going to get some popcorn leaving Izuku alone on the couch

Katsuki took advantage of this and grabbed Izuku by the collar and dragged him into the corridor before tackling him to the wall

"How long have you two been messing with us ?!?"

"W-what ? I don't understand what you're talking about argh" Izuku pretended not to understand

"I hope your intentions are good nerd or I'll exolode your stupid face" he shouted

And as Izuku was about to push Katsuki to get out of his grip, you appeared behind Katsuki and grabbed him by the shoulders "Don't worry, it's going to be okay"

The explosive sighed and let go of Izuku before his bright red eyes landed on you "I better not scrap you off the ground"

With Vigilante Deku though...

The yelling of your brother from another mother has attracted the rest of the class who are looking at you with round eyes

"Uh what is it ?" asked Mineta

And as Katsuki was about to yell that it was none of their business you took Izuku's hand in yours and spoke up "We're dating"

Everyone gasped in unison, hand over mouth

"Since when ?" asked Momo

Izuku blushed deeply and scratched the back of his head "P-practically 1 year-"

"A Y E A R !!!"

Apart from that the news went pretty well... that doesn't mean that Katsuki will stop mothering you any time soon

Shoto Todoroki :

He too has good reasons to keep your relationship a secret

The first one being that he is the son of a famous hero and he absolutely does not want your relationship to be torn apart by his old man's reputation or status

Secondly, he doesn't want his father to find out either, he's sure he'd tell him how you're not right for him and how much better he needs you

Which would result in a violent outburst from Shoto that no one would have ever seen

(( Then there is also the Dabi problem which would make you a potential target for the lov but that's a future proble 😅 / cries ))

However I think he would tell Fuyumi about it, I'm even sure. For the simple reason that he is dense and sentimentally constipated / affectionate So he will need all the help in the world in his relationship with you before he eventually gets the hang of it

In itself it wasn't really a problem from that point of view. As he didn't like the atmosphere in his house he preferred to spend time with you outside, walking in the woods or fields rather than rotting inside

He even managed to bring Fuyumi with him one day during one of your walks and you could meet his wonderful big sister, with whom you got along very well right away

"Now I understand why Shoto talks about you all the time" she told you

You swear you have never seen your boyfriend so red in your life, it's as if his scar has disappeared

Apart from this you both felt at times a lack of each other

That is to say that the affectionate looks exchanged in class or during the training or the lunch surrounded by your friends but still separated by the big table prevent you to bloom as you wish

It's only when the dormitories in the academy was decreed that you could finally spend a lot of time together

His discretion allowed him to slip away without being noticed during the breaks

But you also found an opening to get away when your friends proposed activities such as movie nights, board games, video games

That's how, by declining Mina's invitation to the movie night, you managed to find yourselves alone for the evening

It had been a long, long time since you had been alone together

And it was due to the intensive succession of the courses and trainings imposed by Aizawa who didn't go easy on you

In short it was an understatement to say that you had missed each other

And knowing the effect you had on Shoto, it was not surprising that he literally jumped on you, the moment you had moved away from the dormitory complex

He was thirsty for your affection and that's how you found yourself pinned to a tree, his hands firmly holding your hips as he kissed you fiercely

"I kiss missed kiss you kiss so kiss much kiss"

When you both found yourself dizzy from lack of air, you parted, your hands still nestled in his mismatched hair

He gave you a smile with crinkled eyes you'd only seen on his face on special occasions

Your eyes locked with his and before you knew it one of his hands was on your cheek, pulling your lips to his once more

You ran your tongue over his bottom lip to intensify the kiss

"Huh ? What's going on here ?"

This made him jump back separating him from you in an instant. You squeaked at the sudden question from Denki

"Erm nothing…" you replied

After clearing his throat Shoto asked "What are you doing here ?

"Ah I heard noises, like moaning and thought someone was hurt- IS THAT LIPSTICK THAT YOU HAVE ON YOUR MOUTH ?!? OOOOOOOOH !!!" he said pointing at you both with his fingers

Shoto turned pale and turned to you, his eyes widened at the sight of your own smeared lipstick on your lips "Do I have some too ?" he asked in a small voice

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Denki running away so you ran after him leaving Shoto in the lurch. You grabbed Denki with your quirk and tackled him to the ground "You won't tell anyone" you said in a threatening voice

He nodded and you let him go

Shoto suddenly appeared behind you "Will you be alright ?"

You gasped "As long as you're ok I'm ok"

He pulled you to him and kissed your forehead "Then we'll be fine"

As expected, once he arrived in the dormitories Denki whispered to Eijiro, Hanta and Mina what he had just seen

And Mina told it to the girls

15 minutes later Shoto and you arrived in the common room and all heads turned to you as the movie stopped leaving you all in an awkward silence

"Icy Hot !!!"

Shoto looked at him with an indifferent look before seeing you speeding past him towards the blonde who had just run off "DENKI !!!"

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥯🌯 Again my requests are open 🥗🥙

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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clairenovakz · 7 months

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art school blues (sam winchester x reader)

pairing: sam x reader warnings: general violence, grief summary: when your roommate is murdered, two fbi agents show up to solve the case. word count: 3.7k a/n: please send me feedback!! i would love to hear any of your thoughts :-) i imagine this is set around like season 3-4, or at least imagine a younger sam and dean. enjoy!

"Are you Y/N?"

"Who's asking?"

“I’m agent Angus and this is agent Young, can we ask you a few questions?”

“I already talked to the local police, why do I have to talk to the FBI too?” You asked, crossing your arms.

The two men lingering in your doorway glanced at each other briefly. The taller one - agent Young - turned and gave you a polite smile. “Ma’am, this matter has been turned over to the FBI, so we just want to do some routine questioning. It won’t take too long.”

You hesitated. They seemed a little young to be FBI agents, but you hardly had any reason to doubt them. You crossed your arms and sighed, stepping back to let them into your apartment. “Come in.”

The events of the past few days had been harrowing, to say the least. You moved the various blankets you had been bundling up in the past few days on the couch with to make space to sit. Agent Angus and Young sat across from you, both leaning towards you. You were already nervous about the FBI being in your dinky college apartment - even moreso now that they were looking at you so intently. Does it pay to be this cute? You wondered thoughtlessly, shyly checking out Agent Young’s perfectly tailored suit and the way his hands flexed when they rested on his knees.

You cleared your throat and began to recall what had happened.

You and your roommate, Tara, were at the library, studying for upcoming midterms. It was past 10 already - most students had gone back to the dorms and it was quiet. As an art history student, you’d been meticulously making flashcards and taking notes to help you remember the various artists and their works. Even though you loved art, you had a hard time remembering exactly where a lot of the work originated. Tara was quizzing you, while you took notes on the ones that you kept forgetting.

“Y/N, I think you’re good. The test is gonna be fine,” Tara reassured you, finally setting down the rest of your flashcards. She leaned back and stretched her arms, clearly cramped from hunching over a table for the past two hours.

“I know…” You groaned and laid your head on the table, the coolness of the wood feeling good against your flushed skin. “I just really can’t afford to get lower than a C on this one.”

“Relax,” Tara leaned down with you and you brought her eyes to hers. “I think all you need now is a good nights sleep. We should head out anyway, it’s pretty late. I think the library is probably closing soon.”

You sat up and nodded, beginning to gather your materials silently. Tara stood and pulled her coat on. “Where are you going?” You asked, realizing she was already stepping away from the table.

“Relax. Just gonna pee. See you in a sec!” She tossed her hair and began walking towards the bathroom.

You smiled slightly to yourself and finished grabbing your books, when the lights suddenly flickered. You looked around. No one was around. There were a few large paintings that were up on the walls, and you tried to pinpoint if they were anything notable, but you didn’t really recognize them. Figures. Maybe all your studying had gone to waste…

The light flickered again. You’d never seen this building have power problems, and it was beginning to unsettle you. You quickly slung your bag over your shoulder and headed to the bathroom to find Tara.

“Tara?” Stepping inside the library bathroom, the lights went dark again, before coming back. It was eerily quiet. Swallowing thickly, you pushed open the first stall. Nothing. “Tara, hello?”

When you opened the second stall, you couldn’t contain your scream. Tara was there, but there was blood splattered all over the stall. Her body, completely covered in blood, was near unrecognizable to you. As you stepped back in horror, you turned slightly and saw a woman standing next to you.

You bolted. Running to the library doors, you raced outside and called 911, hoping that this was some sick dream.

It hadn’t been. As you finished recounting your story, agent Young leaned towards you and put a hand over yours. “It’s okay, just breathe.”

You hadn’t even realized that you were trembling. You looked up at his warm hazel eyes, and nodded only slightly. “I haven’t been able to go back to my room since she died. It’s just too empty back there.” You gestured vaguely to the hallway, where your and Tara’s rooms faced each other. The couch was your home now, you were sure of that.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Y/N.” Agent Young squeezed your hand.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Do you need anything else, agents, or can I be alone now?”

“Would you maybe show us around the library?” Agent Angus spoke up, flashing you a smile. You thought for a second. Better to stay around your empty apartment, or actually try to get justice for Tara? Yeah. You knew what you were gonna do.

The school library was taped off, but with no police around, the agents went under it and let you in after them. You had always loved this library - it was beautiful, architecturally, and you loved the warm and communal feeling you always got when you went in. Now, walking inside, all you could feel was a cold chill running up your spine.

It was big inside, with sprawling tables for students to study at and rows and rows of books. You looked up at the familiar paintings that lined the walls, and something caught your eye that you hadn’t noticed before. “Huh.”

Agent Young sidled up beside you. “What’s wrong?”

You pointed to a painting above the circulation desk. “That one must be new, I think. I don’t recognize it.”

The painting depicted a young woman with her arms folded over her legs, smiling serenely. Her hair was wispy and blonde, and she wore an elegant white dress. You didn’t recognize it.

Agent Angus went up to the painting to get a closer look. Just as you were about to ask what seemed so important, agent Young put a hand on your shoulder. “Would you mind showing me the bathroom?”

“Sure,” You lead him away towards the back, into a small side hallway that lead to both bathrooms. You stopped, suddenly feeling sick. “Um… would you mind if I waited out here, agent?” A pain-stricken expression crossed your face as you remembered what you had seen.

Agent Young looked at you softly. “You can call me Sam.” He said, before nodding. “I’ll be right back.” He stepped inside the women’s bathroom, leaving you alone.

You leaned against the wall and stared at your shoes. For the first time since you saw Tara, you noticed there was some blood splattered against the side of your shoe. You leaned down to try to scrape it off, and suddenly found that tears were pouring out of you. “Oh, God.” You muttered to yourself, curling in on yourself, trying to forget the tragedy you’d experienced. You didn’t have many people in your life - an unkind family and introverted lifestyle had led Tara to be your closest friend. And she was really, truly gone.

You didn’t even notice when Sam had stepped out of the bathroom, but suddenly felt arms wrap around you. You pulled him close to you, suddenly just wanting comfort that you hadn’t gotten. “Sam…” You gasped, trying to pull yourself together. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he replied, sternly but with genuine fondness. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He squeezed you tightly, holding you to his shoulder as you cried out for a little bit.

You pulled back, looking at his face. He couldn’t be much older than you, still looking like a boy in a handsome suit. His hair, long and soft, tickled your cheek a bit. You were so close to him. He suddenly flushed with color and cleared his throat. “Here.” He held a hand out to you, which you accepted, and pulled you up. “You okay?”

You smiled a little. “Yeah, thanks.” Suddenly bashful, you didn’t know how to break the tension.

“Hey.” Agent Angus suddenly appeared, rounding the corner with an inquisitive look. “What’re you guys doing?”

“Nothing.” Sam said quickly, pulling away from you. You were suddenly offended, and you scoffed. Sam looked back at you and you realized he was still blushing, looking slightly disheveled and a little less put together than he had been. He looked away from you quickly, and you fought the urge to laugh. An FBI agent getting all flustered because of you? It was endearing.

“Look, I think we’ve got all we need from here. Let’s go.” Agent Angus motioned for the two of you to leave. You were glad to get away from here, and followed the two of them from a slight distance as you left the library. They seemed engrossed in a private conversation, so when you got closer to them you cleared your throat.

“Thanks for looking into Tara’s death,” You said, sincerely. “But I’m gonna go now if you really don’t need anything else.”

“Here,” Sam handed you a card. “Give us a call if you find out anything else.”

Agent Angus suddenly nudged him and Sam shot him the bitchiest expression you’d ever seen. You swore, if you didn’t know them, you’d think they were like brothers. You laughed a little at that. “Sure. Thanks.” You pocketed the card.

You couldn’t wait to eat takeout when you got home. It had been a long day.

“Y/N.”

You groaned.

“Y/N. Y/N. Please.”

You turned in bed, not wanting to open your eyes.

“Please, Y/N. I need your help.”

You shot awake, suddenly breathing hard. You swore you’d just…

You blinked in the darkness. “Tara?” You whispered, feeling foolish. Her voice had been right in your ear, you swore. You felt sadness well up in your throat again. “Tara, are you there?”

There was no response. You threw your blanket off and got out of bed, knowing there was nothing else you could do about sleep now. You had to do something. Go somewhere.

When you started walking across campus, it wasn’t a surprise when your feet carried you back to the library. What was a surprise was that even though it was dark inside, you could see a flicker of a flashlight through the windows. Concerned, you ran closer, bypassing the tape once again.

It was dark and cold out. You wished you’d grabbed a jacket. Somehow, being pressed against the front door of the library did not warm you up at all. It felt even colder.

Had that really been Tara’s voice you’d heard earlier? Or was it just a bad dream? You missed her. You wished you’d gotten to say goodbye, or anything at all, before you were never going to see her again.

What were you really doing here?

“I want answers.” You told yourself, placing a hand on the library’s door handle. “I need to know the truth.”

Bracing yourself, you slowly stepped inside.

“Hello?” You called out, a half-yell because you were still afraid. Moving slowly in the darkness, you stepped closer to the bookshelves, wanting something to anchor yourself. “Is anybody in here?”

A creak sounded close to you. You turned around quickly, but saw nothing. “Hello?” You tried again, feeling like you were close to throwing up.

“Y/N.”

“AGH!” You screamed suddenly, jumping when you felt a hand on you. You turned back and saw Sam there, agent Angus behind him. They were dressed in plain clothes and carried all manner of strange things, most notably two shotguns. You stared at them dumbfounded.

“What are you doing here?” Sam whispered, seeming slightly angry.

“Me? What the hell are you doing here?” You pointed at him. “Are you guys even really federal agents?”

“Great, this is exactly what we need.” Agent Angus groaned, slapping a hand over his face.

Sam glared at him. “Shut up, Dean.”

You didn’t relent. “Tell me the truth. What’s going? Are you really here to find Tara’s killer?”

“Yes.” Sam said. His hand was still on your shoulder, and he squeezed you slightly. “I promise, we’re not doing anything shady.”

“Then what-”

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off, and you startled. Sam and Dean looked around.

“Dean?” Sam looked back. Dean was holding a small device that was aglow with light, which was making quite a lot of noise.

“There’s some major mojo in here, Sam. Get Y/N out of here.” Dean motioned to you, and you started moving towards the door, not wanting to question anything anymore. Sam came with you to the front doors, but just as you reached them, they slammed shut.

“What the hell?!” You cried out as you tried to open them, jiggling the handle to no avail. “What’s going on?”

“Shit, Y/N, stay with me, okay?” Sam said, slightly panicked as he brought you away from the door. The lights were flickering like crazy now, and you saw the painting above the desk shaking.

“The- the painting!” You pointed out. Dean opened his bag and pulled out, to your surprise, a shotgun. “What the-”

He fired a round at the painting, and just as he did you saw it. The woman you’d seen in the bathroom when Tara died was flying out of the painting, coming right at Dean. When the shotgun round hit her, she disappeared in a cackle.

“That’s- the woman! The woman from the bathroom!” You looked at Sam. “What’s really going on here? Who are you?”

“No time, Y/N.” Sam grabbed a large canister from his bag and began shaking salt out of it on the ground, creating a large circle. “Trust me - just stay in this circle, okay? Don’t step out of it no matter what.”

The two of you looked at each other and you weren’t sure how to feel. He wasn’t an FBI agent, for sure. And neither was Dean. They’d lied to you and gotten you to show them where Tara died. What could be more messed up than that?

Then you remembered how Sam had let you use him as your personal tissue. He’d seen how afraid you were and told you to stay with him. And when you looked into his eyes, you saw nothing but softness.

“Okay, Sam.” You said, calmly. “But you’ve got some explaining to do.”

He laughed. “Yeah. I know.”

The woman suddenly reappeared and shrieked, loudly. She was moving incredibly fast towards Sam, and Dean shot her again with the shotgun. Suddenly, the bookshelves made a tremendous noise. As you turned, you saw books flying out in random directions, pages being ripped all around. You screamed as the books came towards you, a few of them hitting beside you but never reaching you. The salt circle. It was protecting you.

Books were barraging Sam and Dean as they continued to fight the woman. You saw the painting in the distance shaking back and forth, as if it was alive. The woman suddenly pinned Sam down, Dean too distracted by fending off books to help him. You knew what Sam wanted you to do. Stay in the circle.

But God, as you looked at him, you couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

You grabbed a fist full of salt from the circle, breaking it. Running up with a scream, you flung the salt at the woman with a punch, spraying it everywhere. She dissipated long enough for you to grab Sam’s hand, pulling him up. “Y/N-” He started, looking at the broken salt circle with a helpless expression. “You shouldn’t have-”

“Shut up, Sam! You’ve gotta get to the painting!” You pushed him towards it, and he didn’t question you again, this time breaking out into a run.

You followed behind, but books began flying out all around you. Dean, finally wrestled out of his own predicament, began running to you, trying to shove books out of the way as you were beginning to get buried in them. Suddenly, the woman was upon you, her face right up against yours.

She looked haunted, and you saw now that her eyes popped out of her head, swinging wildly as she grabbed you. Her hands were around your neck, squeezing tight. You thought of Tara, and the blood that had spattered around the bathroom stall. You thought of Sam, his back disappearing as he got further from you, towards the painting. You could just make out Dean over the woman’s shoulder, trying to pry books off of you and get you away. There was so much noise and commotion you could barely tell what was going on, but you knew one thing felt for sure - you were going to die.

Your hands reached out, desperately trying to claw away as the woman squeezed your throat painfully. You felt bile coming up as you tried to scream. Blood streamed out of your nose. Nothing came out of your mouth. You could see Dean mouthing your name, but you were shaking too violently to try to respond.

Suddenly, it all stopped. The woman was gone. The books laid motionless beside you. Choking for air, you found your breath returning to you all at once. You reached up and realized blood had been leaking out of your nose and the corners of your eyes, and your vision was cloudy.

Standing at the far end of the library was Sam, holding a lighter up and burning the painting of the young woman. But as you saw it now, you realized she had somehow morphed into a much older woman. The same woman who had nearly killed you.

“Y/N, we have to go, now!” Dean grabbed you roughly, pulling you up as you hobbled toward the door. The fire from the painting was quickly spreading, burning the wallpaper and scorching across the floor.

“Sam,” You managed to choke out, tugging at Dean’s shirt as he dragged you. “What about Sam?”

“I’m right here,” He suddenly materialized beside you, also grabbed an arm so you could walk a little more properly. The three of you ran outside, smoke billowing out of the building behind you and blood completely dripping out of every orifice of your face.

You laughed, suddenly and violently. Your head was spinning. “Sam..?” You managed to say, before you hit the pavement with a crack, and everything went black.

Beeeep. Beeeep.

The first thing you felt when you woke up was the stiff sheets beneath you. As your senses came back to you, you felt yourself clench and unclench your fingers. It was cold and uncomfortable.

“Hrr..” You managed to spit out a noise as you opened your eyes. The hospital lights blinded you momentarily, and when you sat up, you finally regained your bearings. You were in a hospital bed, an IV hooked up to you. Next to you was Sam, wearily sleeping in an uncomfortable looking chair.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You couldn’t believe he was still here, couldn’t believe what had happened, and still… you felt grateful. Relieved that maybe it was over now.

“Y/N?” Sam blinked slowly, coming to as he heard you wake. He sat up suddenly, wiping at his mouth as if checking if he had drool. “You’re up.”

“You saved me,” you whispered, still in disbelief.

“You saved me first,” he replied, smiling softly as he held a hand out to you. An offering. You took his hand gently and squeezed it, smiling back at him.

“I have so many questions,” you said, looking around to see if Dean was nearby. “Who are you? What was… what happened? And the library.. Is it..?” You couldn’t seem to force yourself to stop talking as questions began spilling out of you.

“The library burnt down. Looks like the guy who killed Tara also committed arson.” Sam solemnly said, his mouth in a hard line. “You were saved just in the nick of time,” He shook his head, beautiful hair shaggily falling around his cheeks. “Or at least that’s the official story.”

“Mm.” You muttered, nodding. “And what’s the unofficial story?”

“You really wanna know?” Sam looked much older now, the weariness in his eyes aging him. “Because you don’t have to know if you don’t want to. I promise you it will make life easier for you if you don’t.”

You thought of everything you’d been through the past few days. You thought of that woman horrifically choking you to death, the books and the salt circle, and the burning painting. And you knew you wouldn’t be able to forget it as long as you lived.

“I want to know.”

“Okay, Y/N.” Sam looked sadly at you, your hands still intertwined. “Your library bought a cursed painting. The woman who painted it was murdered, and she was haunting the painting. When they hung up the painting, she manifested herself as a ghost and killed Tara.”

“Hm.” You said, after a long pause. “So… ghosts are real?”

“Yeah.” Sam shrugged. “So is every other supernatural monster you can think of. It’s my brother and I’s job to kill them.”

“Soundless like thankless work, Sam.” You said quietly, leaning towards him.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well.” He whispered back, leaning towards you. He seemed so hesitant. You felt like he wanted you to take the lead.

“I’m freaking out inside, don’t worry.” You replied, giggling slightly. “Or maybe the shock just hasn’t set in yet.”

“You’re a lot braver than you look.” Sam’s eyes crinkled as he laughed.

“So if all that’s real…” You said, leaning in incrementally closer.

“Yeah?” His eyes were sparkling. You could see your whole future in them.

“Is this real too?” You leaned forward and kissed him. He stayed stiff for a moment, but suddenly kissed you back, embracing you slightly as you didn’t let go. You pulled back once, just enough to press your forehead against his and to see his serene smile, and then went back in for more. He kissed you with every ounce of his body, pulling at your hips slightly to bring you even closer.

It didn’t matter what existed outside of this. To you, in this moment, it was perfect.

#sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #supernatural one shot #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #reader insert

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no-see-um-incorrect · 6 months

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Concept #R1 “my favorite kind of beauty” Sam/Darlin ⚠️insecure Darlin⚠️ Sam being sappy. ya know the good shit (this takes place directly after the summit)

TAG: @frog-0n-a-l0g @weepingredwillow @everything-redacted-and-others @evansotherthoughts @cyc-chilla (if I forgot anyone please tell me and I’ll Tag you on the next)

When the two got home they threw themselves on the couch. exhausted from the nights events. they laid there for about 10 minutes until Sam hears a strange noise coming from his partner.

“either my hearings going or that’s your stomach Darlin” darlin looked at him with an exhausted scowl ”Darlin~ when’s the last time you had anything to eat?” They drop their head into the couch armrest ”I had a donut hole and a Red Bull this morning”

Sam sighs and gets up from the couch pulling his partner’s arm with him “NoOooOOoo- sAm DoNT! If I walk anymore, I’ll claps!” Sam adjusts his grip, and lifts them up by their torso ”if you can answer the door while you’re bleeding out you can stand up after a party. Come on get up”

They finally stood up, looking at their mate as if he killed their dog. Sam laughed at the expression and softly kissed their Forehead. “you gotta eat Darlin. I’ll fix you up something quick while you go get changed” Darlin starts walking backwards into the hallway “I hate you, your evil and mean, and your moms a hoe” Sam laughs to himself, and walks towards the kitchen. About halfway there he hears Darlin yell ”I LOVE YOU!” he stops for sec trying to compose himself he’d be busting a gut at the comment, but he was too exhausted for that right now ”I love you too darlin!”

They walked into the bedroom. Took off almost all their clothes (just underwear or underwear and bra u pick) and place them into the hamper. They grab their pajamas out of the drawer and stand in front of the mirror.

“…..” they remembered the events that occurred just hours prior ”…… Alexis” they spend a few minutes in the mirror, analyzing themselves. Tracing every bump, scar and bruise. a mental image of Alexis, flashing in their brain. they had not thought about it. not until this moment, at least, the whole night, they were so focused on making sure Sam and their pack members had a good time they didn’t focus on anything else.

But now they’re left with their thoughts. Going through in their head, every action every touch every little thing said. They remember seeing Alexis talking to Porter. There was lots of hustle and bustle and noise, but they remember hearing her say one thing one thing that they had stored in the back of their brain since they heard it.

What is the compartmentalizing purposeful? or was there just so much happening at once they couldn’t focus on it. But now, in the quiet of their own house with the distant noise of their mate in the kitchen

they hear it

it’s getting louder

“Downgraded”

Porter didn’t look too pleased, but then again, he never looked too pleased

“Downgraded”

Bruises, bumps, cuts, dents.

Alexis didn’t have any of that. Alexis was smooth. she looks like a Victoria’s Secret model. Every curve in every right place. she had no scars no bumps, no bruises or dents. she looked beautiful.

She looked beautiful

They didn’t feel beautiful

they didn’t look beautiful

“i’m not beau-DARLIN! FOODS READY!”

They were so occupied by their thoughts they completely forgot they were getting changed. they quickly get changed, and head to the kitchen. Their thoughts not totally leaving them.

They walking to the kitchen as Sam is putting their food on the table “I told you I’d make something quick, so I made those goddamn Ramen noodles that you like so much” they sit down and take a whiff of the food in front of them “thanks Sam” they sounded occupied like their brain was somewhere else. And it was.

Despite how hungry They were their brain was to occupied to eat “does it taste OK darlin? Usually you would’ve inhaled it by now” they try to speak but the lump in their throat prevents it. All they can muster is a quiet “no, it’s good Sam….” That’s it he knew there was something wrong. Of course he can tell. he’s always been able to tell.

“everything all right darlin? you look like somethings weighing on you”

Their bottom lip quivered as they held back tears. Hearing the concern in his voice felt like it was gonna tip the bucket. They know what they’re thinking is irrational, they know it’s stupid. They don’t want Sam to get upset or mad at the thought but in the midst of trying to communicate all they can make out is.

“I can’t tell you..it hurts” well shit now they have to tell him. “hey, what’s going on? you can tell me…I can’t promise that I can help, but something is better than nothing….if somethings bothering you I wanna know. I know there are some things you don’t wanna talk about and that’s completely fine but I can tell that whatever you’re thinking about is putting a strain on you”

Yep there’s the bucket tipper. They rest their elbows on the table and cover their face with their hands. A few seconds past before they let out a quiet sob, they start trying to explain. Everything words melting together in between sobs at an almost incomprehensible speed.

“Hey hey hey slow down. Shhh shhh. Take a deep breath darlin’ it’s OK” they managed to compose themselves “she’s so pretty Sam. Alexis…… she’s so pretty and so smooth and so perfect looking….. she looks like honey and glass…she’s so soft and she smells good….she’s beautiful……” they look down at their hands covered in calluses and cuts. “…..and I’m not…” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Just hearing them talk about them selves like that brought tears to his eyes.

“Darlin…you see the world through your eyes, your perspective, and that’s all well and good, but when it comes to looking at yourself, it’s about as good as being blind” he softly reaches his hands up and holds their face looking them in their eyes

(heads up, Sam is about to gush hard)

“when I see you and her next to each other it’s uncomparable…. i’m not just talking about personality wise. I’m talking about how every time I see your face I feel my face getting hotter. I’m talking about how I see you dancing I see you smile and I see you laugh and my heart stops… i’m talking about how under that moonlight the night we Met. My heart told me how much it loved you in a language I couldn’t speak yet. And it ain’t never felt like that with her….never. Not once” he pulled them closer making their foreheads touch. “hell tonight you made me feel like a school boy on prom night…. I was waiting for you to get ready I felt all nervous…fuck Milo and Asher we’re making fun of me because I couldn’t stop staring…..I heard about what Alexis said Vinson’s partner told me….and I am so sorry that you had to hear that….I would’ve started a fight right then and there if Vincent didn’t advise against it”

He softly wiped their tears away. “ I know how you feel. because I felt it to…..and I know my words can’t fix everything. But I can be here whenever you need me even if you just text me even just a call and I’ll tell you how beautiful you are….Hell it’s embarrassing How long I could go on for about you….you’re my favorite kind of beauty….The kind of beauty With texture..kind of beauty with feeling, the kind of beauty that looks like they were carved from natures, favorite tree, the kind of beauty that gets even more perfect with every imperfection…” That smile. Shit that smile. they bury their face in his shoulder “fuck Sammy!” they wrap their arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Both of their cheeks so red they’re almost glowing. “shit you’re about to make me cry for different reasons dammit!” he pulls them into his lap. And hold them tight, planting soft kisses up the shoulder to their jaw. “my darlin, my sweetie pie, my baby~” darlin giggles at the name “sweetie pie! damn, you really are southern” they laugh with a small sniffle following.

“I think it’s time for us to put this day to rest… hold on tight darlin” he gently lifts them up by their thighs. As they wrap their arms around his neck. ”Sam I can walk” “just because you can doesn’t mean I want you to” he speeds to their room and lays on the bed. Still holding onto them as they lay their head on his chest. ”….hey Sam?” “yeah darlin?” they hesitate for a moment. “can you do the thing?” he chuckles. “you’re gonna need to be a little more descriptive than that Darlin” they let out a sigh “remember when I had that panic attack a little while back…and nothing was working, so you did the thing” he mouth and a quick oh OK and starts running his fingers through their hair slowly and methodically

He starts to quietly hum a tune.

“🎶you are my sunshine🎶 my only sunshine🎶 you make me happy when skies are gray🎶 you’ll never know dear how much I love you🎶 please don’t take my sunshine away🎶 the other night dear🎶as I lay sleeping🎶 I dreamed I held you in my arms🎶 when I awoke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried🎶 you are my sunshine~ my only sunshine~ You make me happy~ when skies are gray🎶 you’ll never know dear how much I love you please don’t take my darlin away~🎶” he looks down at his partner, snoring softly on his chest. Sleeping peacefully. his favorite site to see. He squeezes them a little tighter. and kisses the top of their head. “sweet dreams sleeping beauty. you deserve them”

Soon after Sam fell asleep. Holding his partner close.

Oh wow. oh damn. (i’m not crying you are) moral of the story. Y’all are fucking gorgeous, Alexis is a Cunt and Sam is wifey, any questions……didn’t think so. Credits to @weepingredwillow for suggesting the song Sam sings (thank you mama) and yea hope you like it. Sorry if there’s any typos.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted sam #writing #redacted darlin’#no see um kisses💋💋💋#no see um concept #no see um writing

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sunshine-zenith · 7 months

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Aight so, I’m a blood donation phlebotomist and whenever I see fictional blood drives in media, I have Thoughts. Here are a few quick thoughts on the blood drive in F&C’s episode “The Star”

We don’t actually see the blood drive, which actually saves my sanity a little bit. The charity ball seems to take place on one of the top floors, and let me tell ya, hauling our equipment through elevators kinda sucks — there’s a lot of it, it’s heavy, and we typically only have 45min-1hr to set up, and elevators really cut into that. Gary and Marshall had to run up/down a set of stairs to get to the elevator, too, so unless the blood drive was in an off screen office or like someone’s room (since Marshall, Gary, and Hana all change pretty quick off screen, meaning rooms gotta be close by), it’s kinda impossible to have a blood drive in this specific scenery. I’m hoping the actual blood drive was in a lobby or something, because otherwise I’d lose like seventeen years from my life just imagining the set up.

I’m kinda hoping the blood drive was in the afternoon, before the charity ball, since this seems to be taking place in the evening. It’s not fun having to drop blood off at the lab at three in the morning

The posters? Fire, love them. Collection staff (the ones who set up, break down, do the mini-physicals, and of course the phlebotomies themselves) typically aren’t sent with posters because we are not given enough time, space in the trucks, or frankly money to deal with that, but it’s not unheard of for the people in our organizations who actually set the drives up to go out themselves and add a little pizzazz. Alternatively (and more likely), Hana just commissioned a bunch of posters with blood puns for this event

Everyone is dressed up and thats lowkey stressful. They’re just asking to get blood on their nice suits and dresses

The fact that there’s a bunch of food at the charity event? Love that. Seeing that would save me from worrying about our donors (entirely too many will jump off the bed, say I’m fine, bypass the canteen area, and pass out in parking lot. Jfc just take the fucking cookie and sit for a sec dude, dropping a pint of blood is not a total non-event, c’mon). I’m guess this is a closed blood drive (meaning only people from this event can donate), and most of the people attending seem to be in the food business, so there’s a social obligation to have at least some for the sake of networking, so win-win

That said, if you’re hosting a blood drive as part of an event, this event has/is centered around food, and you don’t give the phlebotomists any, you’re a dick and there’s a good chance that if you make this a regular blood drive, it’ll be constantly understaffed because of angry call outs. We talk, y’all, and we remember

Also one this I’m horrified by? The alcohol — listen, at least one person at every blood drive makes a cheap date joke. We don’t follow you home, we can’t stop you from making the choices you mark when you’re out of our care. TBH I did this myself once, donated blood then had alcohol later, and I was alright, just super tired super quick (and I frankly have zero interest in doing this again). Everybody is different, every body is different. Some people are fine

Some people end up super sick and dizzy after like one drink because, again, dropping a pint of blood is not a non-event. Just make smart choices, y’all

Imma say having alcohol at a big important charity event right after donating blood isn’t a smart choice. Because networking and business and you’ll be quickly shitfaced at best. Is that the risk you wanna take?

That mascot tho. (Brilliant Ricardio cameo). We have a masco, I think most blood banks do, but we typically don’t haul it around with us. A big charity event though? Yeah, it makes sense that someone would bring it. I personally would rather throw it out the window than wear it myself, but it’s still fun to see

I haven’t seen anyone mention this on social media, but I want to point out the amazing timing of this episode in regards to blood donation qualifications.

CW for references to sexual activity and the now lifted MSM blood donor ban

In August of 2023, this year and like a month before this episode came out, the FDA finally officially lifted the MSM blood ban (earlier this year the mad cow disease ban was also lifted, too). Gotta acknowledge this: Now we we have to ask about specific sexual behaviors (anal sex with a new partner), which can result in a three month deferral. Super fun to ask conservative grandmas in churches btw. I’m queer, a lot of my coworkers are queer, you have no idea how much this means to us, let alone the population affected by this ban. I’m kinda surprised there wasn’t any nod to the MSM ban at all, though — Gary and Marshall are a MLM couple, after all, and even if they aren’t sexual active yet, it’s still something that hung over a lot of MLM individuals. I know the blood drive was a super clever nod to the whole “in another universe he’s a vampire” thing, but still, characters curse on the reg, there’s blood and gore, and there’s a focus on adult specific issues like rent and starting a business — you’d think there’d be an ambitiously worded nod to this specific MLM issue or something. It can take over a year to get an animate episode ready to air — when F&C started production, the ban was still very much a thing. Maybe the creators were aware of the ADVANCE study on removing the MSM ban that would’ve been going on at the time, and were being optimistic about how long it would take, or maybe there was a line that was cut when the ban was lifted. Or maybe the creators just wanted the Vampire->AU Blood Drive gag and hoped no one would think about it

#adventure in certifiable vampirism #adventure time Fionna and cake #long post #adventure time #gary prince #prince gumball #marshall lee abadeer #hana abadeer #Gumlee #spoilers #msm blood donor ban #homophobia #kinda? listen the fact that ban lasted as long as it did was messed up and it’s about damn time it was lifted

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wicked-remarks · 1 year

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WICKED'S SUMMER FESTIVAL

A writing event based on summer as its main theme!

Hello! I’m hosting a little writing event to bring some inspiration to those who may want to write something new!

Here's a little FAQ if you aren't familiar with writing events (or at least mine!):

What’s it about?

For a lot of people, summer is almost there! Try to write something with what can be considered a "summer topic." EX.: the beach, a vacation, sundresses, swimsuits, a date in warm and sunny weather and so on.

Are AUs allowed?

Yes! Though of course they aren’t mandatory. Mob AU, Modern AU, Royal AU… whatever fits best the narrative you’re looking to do! Here are a couple I’m able to think of right now:

Coffee shop AU

Flower/tattoo shop AU

College AU

Historical AU

Fairy tale AU

Roommates AU

Dystopian AU

Modern AU

Some more questions you may have…

“Event time?”

From June 1st to August 31st! It’s summer where I live during that time and it made me want to organise a fun challenge for fic writers all around to participate in.

“Can I write about any fandom?”

Of course! I am tagging some fandoms though it is obviously not limited to only these!

“One shot or multiple parts?”

That is up to you and where your imagination takes you! I think the event time is long enough to do multiple parts should you want, but a one shot is already wonderful! You can even do multiple one shots if a couple of subjects interest you!

“SFW or NSFW?”

Both can be done! though not mandatory. You can write the fluffiest fluff, the smuttiest smut, or both at once! Even angst if you feel inspired!

Here’s a list of tropes, situations and even quotes that may inspire you along with the summer theme!

Tropes:

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

mutual pining

rivals

Arranged marriage

crossover

fake relationship

Hanahaki disease

Sex pollen

Fake dating

Situations:

“there is only one bed and neither wants to let the other sleep on the ground”

“now is clearly not the right time to express their feelings but they both feel like they’ll never do it otherwise”

“saw the other in a swimsuit/specific outfit they never wore before and they are currently slowly losing it”

“person A invited B to a festival, fair, crowded event and using it as an excuse to hold their hands as to not lose them in the crowd”

“person B asks to go swimsuit shopping to A and A is feeling blood rush somewhere from person B modeling swimsuits to them”

“There’s a firework show going on but person A is looking a person B instead”

Quotes:

“Gimme a sec I’m not drunk enough to listen to this”

“Take another step, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions”

“After all this do you really think I don’t love you?”

“Look at how far I would go in fear of losing you”

“I thought I lost you”

“Let me show you how much I love you”

“I wasn’t sure which flowers you liked so I got one of everything they had”

“Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

“I have a name, and it’s not sweetheart”

“I’ll do it. If you do something for me.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep”

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.”

“If I could, I’d kiss away all your scars”

“prove it.”

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Show me how much you missed me.”

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Shall we put that mouth to better use?” I hope this brings you some inspiration! you can use #Wicked's summer festival 2023 and I shall reblog (or at least try to) your fics here!

Taglist: @moonyslove78 @rae-gar-targaryen @papaya-047 @drew-garfi @fallensilencefics @petcr3 @squiddtheekidd @albatrossandivys @mortwig @withahappyrefrain @lilacvine

#wicked's summer festival 2023 #here it is !#wicked rambles #i hope everyone enjoys this little challenge!#and also feel free to reblog to share this in your other fandom spaces!#spiderman fanfic #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfic #x reader stories #writing challenge #writing prompts #trigun fanfiction #obey me fanfic

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broken-clover · 7 months

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15- Prizes

Trying my hand at writing Bugsnax again. This one has more of a plot but it was still fun to muck about with, having everyone playing games together.

Takes place after the second celebration event with the ghost stories, and after chandlo and snorpy return to Snaxburg. It's mostly Filbo-centric, but it has a little bit of everyone who's currently in town

The trouble had all begun when Filbo dragged out the plywood.

After the last attempt at a party devolved into ghost stories and paranoia, he’d apparently decided he had to make up for it somehow with another little shindig. The others had amused him, partly out of pity and partly out of curiosity. Filbo might have been a lousy mayor, but he was at least creative when he wanted to be. Got the paint out and everything.

Still, nobody was quite prepared for whatever had been brewing in his brain until they were summoned to the nightly campfire.

“Um…”

“What the grump did you do, Fil-Bro?”

Cyan paws awkwardly wound around each other. “I made some games for us to play!” He announced. “Uh, there’s cornhole, there’s horseshoes, and I found enough magnets to make a little fishing game!”

Everyone looked on in grotesque curiosity, like the way one would look at a small, ugly animal. The stalls were visibly handmade and crude, but had enough effort put in to hold together. Filbo had slapped together a tiny carnival, and nobody was quite sure what to do with that fact.

Beffica pointed to a nearby table, stacked high with, to an outsider’s eye, miscellaneous junk of no purpose. “What’s with the table?”

“That? Oh! That’s, uh-” Filbo turned sheepish. “I thought it’d be a little more motivating if I made prizes. A-a lot of it’s just some things I had in storage, but Buddy helped me get some supplies to make stuff!”

“Huh, was wonderin’ what you’d asked me about knitting for…” Gramble said, eyeing a slightly misshapen, knitted approximation of a bunger by the edge of the pile.

Despite his efforts, and enthusiastic grin, nobody seemed particularly enthused themselves. Tiffany, ever the polite one, stepped forward.

“Suppose we can play a coupla rounds, yah?” She glanced at her neighbors. “We’ve all been workin’ real hard lately, a lil’ game might be good fer us!”

“Dibs on the horseshoes!” Chandlo scrambled to the pile. “Tossing metal’s gotta be some great exercise, bro!” He picked up a horseshoe and spun it around on one finger. “C’mon, Snorp-dawg! Let’s work on those arms!”

“Wasting time on frivolities when the Grumpinati are on the move…I’d much rather spend the time with my diagrams, but if you so insist, Chandlo…” Snorpy trailed off after him, far less hesitant than his voice suggested.

“Th- that’s great, you guys!” Filbo perked up. “Beffica, you wanna play a game?”

“Eh.”

“O-oh…” He moved on to the next. “Wiggle, how about you?”

She thought it over for a moment. “Hmm…while not very glamorous, I’ve heard inspiration can come from odd places. As long as it doesn’t get my fur wet, fishing might be fun!”

Filbo handed her a homemade fishing rod. She felt the weight in her paws, and looked over at the prize table. “And besides, I could do with a new accessory. It’s hard to find anything fashionable here, but those hairclips might just give my look a new bit of flair!”

Beffica immediately snapped to attention. “Hey, hold on there, those clips are mine!”

“Oh, pssh! I can hear them caaaalling out to me, darling! It’s only natural.”

“You are on, Wigglebottom!” Beffica looked over to their host. “How do I win those things, squeeb?”

“Well, uh, I was gonna have whoever won pick whatever prize they wanted from the table, nothing really planned out. All the fish have numbers on the bottom, whichever of you catches the bigger number wins!”

“Wait a sec, it’s that easy?” Cromdo butted in.

“Uhh, yeah, why?”

He grinned, showing off his fangs. “Simple economics, Fiddlepie. If I win that little trinket, then I can make those two fight each other for the highest bid! It’s supply and demand! I supply, then demand a big payload for it!”

“I dunno if that’s-”

“Outta the way, ladies! Lemme show you how an expert fishes!” Cromdo rushed by, nearly butting the two head-on to make space for himself.

Despite that, Filbo had cheered up considerably. “They’re actually playing the games! Gramble, what about-

“Oh, blast it!”

Everyone ducked as a horseshoe narrowly sailed over their heads. Snorpy crossed his arms and scowled. “This accursed thing is clearly defective, most likely a grumpinati creation designed solely to deceive me! I cannot get it anywhere near the pegs!”

“Chill, Snorp-dawg, deep breaths. You’re letting go of ‘em too late.” Picking up another shoe, Chandlo stood behind the other grumpus and directed his arm. “You gotta focus on where it’s going. C’mon. Feel the horseshoe, be the horseshoe.”

“Maybe bein’ near those two ain’t a good idea…” Gramble doddered off towards the cornhole board. This looks simple enough, ah guess.” He picked up a homemade beanbag from the top of the pile.

“You get three beanbags! Just toss ‘em at the board, and wherever they land, that’s your score!” Said Filbo.

“Uh-huh. Jus’ toss ‘em,” after a few test swings, he tossed one gently at the board, as though he could injure it. The bag limply slid along the surface, stopping around halfway up. “Five points! Nicely done, if I do say so!”

Tiffany clapped her paws together. “Good job! Mind if I give it a go?”

Filbo winced at the sound of someone growling. Beffica waggled the fishing rod over the little pool of fake fish, but was struggling to catch any.

“Don’t look at me like that, squeeb! Your game’s broken!”

“Sheesh, Beff, c’mon. That’s not how ya hold a fishing rod!” Before he could attempt a reply, Cromdo stepped in, doing a quick flick of the wrist on both hands to toss the fishing line down. “Like that, see? Gotta use your wrists more.”

“...Wrists, huh?” She tried an experimental swing, copying the salesman.

Another beanbag thumped against the board. “Wa-ha! I got four points! But I’ll get better aim next time, Gramble, so don’t you go thinkin’ you’ve got this in the bag, yah?”

She gestured for her husband to join. “C’mon, Wamby, it’ll be fun!”

“No.”

“But look at that lil’ organizer right there! Weren’tcha sayin’ you wanted something like that for yer gardening supplies?”

His expression didn’t change, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “Fine. If that’s what I gotta do to get it…”

Still, he stood back, unengaged. The two players gave another toss, with Triffany scoring a six, and Gramble’s bag skidding along until it settled right by the open hole by the top, scoring nine.

“Ha! Already gettin’ it right by the hole! I must be some kinda cornhole expert!”

A scoff came from behind them.

“Feh. Y’all ain’t foolin’ anyone, you wanna see a real cornhole expert do his thing?”

Triffany lit up with a pleased grin, tossing Wambus a bag. “Wanna put yer snaks where yer mouth is, eh?”

“With pleasure.” Without any warmup, without any practice swing, Wambus snapped his wrist and sent the bag soaring. It slid up the slick surface of the board, butting into Gramble’s last bag and falling neatly into the hole with a hollow thud.

“W-wha-” Gramble’s mouth dropped open.

“Wamby, I-” Tiffany was equally shocked, eyes wide. “I didn’t know ya had that kinda aim!”

Wambus blew on his knuckles and buffed them against his vest. “Cornhole. Showed up at every county fair I ever went to. Won my first trowel as a young’un beating the town record.”

“Gosh, whenever I think I’ve learned everything there is to know about ya, there’s still surprises!”

Filbo looked on in pride. Next door, Snorpy had finally gotten the hang of horseshoe-throwing thanks to Chandlo’s guidance, and the two were playfully bantering as they tried to outdo one another. Meanwhile, both Wiggle and Beffica were still attempting to copy Cromdo’s skilled line-casting, and Cromdo, who looked far cheerier than Filbo had seen him, probably ever, was soaking up the attention of playing teacher. Outside of friendly teasing, everyone was getting along. After last time, he hadn’t been expecting much success, but this was more a success than he could have imagined.

#frog writes #comfortober #bugsnax #filbo fiddlepie #wambus troubleham #beffica winklesnoot #gramble gigglefunny #wiggle wigglebottom #triffany lottablog #cromdo face #chandlo funkbun #snorpy fizzlebean

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idololivine · 11 months

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Thoughts on Olivine and his relationships with the other clan? Shipping or platonic wise?

inch resting :3c lemme think

Aster: We don't see them interacting much (I think? there's a lot of events I haven't seen) but they seem to get along well. In Silver Miracle Aster drags Olivine away from the creamy hot pot to a different one, so they're on good enough terms for that to happen. Friendly but nothing special seems to be the vibe.

Morvay: I absolutely think they're BFFs. There's something very sweet about a priest and an incubus being the best of friends, and honestly they're about the same level of horny. They go to 'medicinal herb' (aphrodisiac) shops together and probably swap book recommendations.

Ship-wise: definitely friendship only and zero romance. I think they're prooobably not sexually compatible, unless it's a threesome and they're sandwiching one top between them. They both crave cock in them too much.

Yakumo: They're very very sweet and uncomplicated (or, well, they were uncomplicated until CoD. let's ignore that for a sec.) Olivine's gentle demeanour gets on very well with Yakumo's nervousness. Their dynamic is such that they don't challenge each other or push each other out of their respective comfort zones, and sometimes, that's exactly what you need in a relationship.

CoD complicates this. They both had protective/self-sacrificial streaks to begin with, and now they both feel guilty about what went down with the cult. Let's be honest, the game probably won't touch on this, but there really should be some complicated emotions between them.

Ship-wise: they're not the whirlwind romance Hallmark movie type, but they're the cute domestic type where they go shopping and then make dinner together. Also the sex is fantastic because Yakumo can be overwhelming and Olivine loves being overwhelmed.

Edmond: They're friendly, but earlier on in the event timeline, I also got the sense that out of all the clan members, Edmond is the one that places the most importance on Olivine's priesthood. That's a point of conflict, because Olivine's whole deal is learning to be An Actual Person outside of his job. As long as Edmond sees him as Father Olivine The Priest and not just Olivine, there's going to be some amount of distance between them.

I think they must have figured this out offscreen at some point, because in CoD Edmond drops the 'Father' title and just calls Olivine by name. So there's an unspecified stretch of time where they have the awkwardness I talk about above, but where we currently are in the event timeline, I think they're good friends. There's interesting places to explore in regards to how they both feel bound by duty and both (used to) struggle with feeling ashamed for having sexual desires.

Ship-wise: I've talked about olimond a lot these past few days. I still love the idea of them having the most chaste regency romance slowburn. Sexually, Edmond might be the only man Olivine will be a Dom(ish) top for, but Eiden has to get them started because Olivine doesn't know what to make of Edmond's CNC thing.

Quincy: Also very uncomplicated. Quincy likes that he's quiet and polite, and Olivine just generally likes people. They simply get along well.

Ship-wise: I'll be honest, I don't find romantic quinoli to be that much better than other romantic Olivine/clan member ships, at least when it comes to canon and canon-adjacent settings. They're sweet, but there's not a huge amount of depth to their dynamic. AUs are different because you can change up their circumstances to add that depth; AU romantic quinoli has the capacity to be super good. See: Pages and Priests by Zerenovation.

Regardless of whether they're romantically involved, the sex is really hot. Quincy is very straightforwardly, physically dominant and Olivine would love being manhandled. If you've ever peeped my ao3 profile you'll know I'm unfortunately an omegaverse enjoyer and these two would be the quintessential alpha/omega pair. (Quincy putting Olivine in a mating press... now there's a thought.)

Kuya: Oh Boy. tl;dr - the most complicated Olivine-clan relationship by far, which makes it very interesting.

Here's the kuyoli tag on my blog. I think requiodile says it better than I can, but to paraphrase my favourite parts: they're uniquely positioned to challenge one another in ways that they just don't get from anyone else.

They both have a thing about being seen for their station (priest/powerful yokai) before they're seen for themselves, and they both don't really care about each other's station. Kuya doesn't give a shit about the church or its priests. Olivine respects other cultures and respects that Kuya is held in high regard among the yokai, but ultimately, Kuya is just another one of God's creatures. We see all the way back in Kuya's introduction chapter that Olivine doesn't seem intimidated by him, just kind of annoyed.

There's a few angles their dynamic could take, depending on circumstance.

Kuya intentionally tries to piss off Olivine just to see how much Olivine is willing to take. Olivine is very accomodating, and knowing that Kuya is trying to get a reaction means he would try to stay calm, but even he has his limits.

Kuya, on account of being old as balls and a yokai, has a sense of morality that can seem incomprehensible and callous to humans. Olivine might try for something along the lines of "I know there's cultural differences, but I still find your actions unacceptable", which Kuya would hate.

In either case: we'd get Olivine being genuinely angry. Not just "I was worried for your safety" angry, but genuine "you are such an asshole and I can't do anything about it" angry. I think it'd be neat to see a new side of him. NuCa events being NuCa events, they'd resolve the conflict soon enough, but they're never going to be buddy-buddy. The potential Kuya-Olivine dynamic of "we respect each other but don't like each other" is still a very unique one for Olivine.

If you just wanted PWP, Kuya is absolutely capable of straight up bullying Olivine so hard that he gets flustered and submits before there's even anything for him to be mad about. They're very sexually compatible, being the most sadistic top and the neediest masochist bottom. I think Kuya would find it a fascinating challenge to have a sub that'll take anything he can give and still beg for more.

Garu and Karu: I really don't know what to make of their relationship. Olivine comments in Forest Carnival that he can't help but want to watch over Garu and Karu, so it's... kind of a parental vibe? But that's a really fucking weird vibe to have when they're all having sex with the same guy. I dunno. I'm unsure of what to make of Garu and Karu in general, and given what I know of their writing in events and intimacy rooms, I don't think the devs know what to make of them either.

Blade: I think they're cute! Olivine is a master of social cues and Blade doesn't know what a social cue is. They'd have a lot to learn from each other. I'm going to plug another Zerenovation fic here.

Much like Kuya, Blade also doesn't especially care that Olivine's a priest, but it comes from a place of not knowing what a priest is and not from antagonism. I think that'd be somewhat strange but also nice for Olivine.

Dante: I find it hard to get a read on how Dante generally interacts with the other clan members. Dante and Olivine interact in Festive Glimmer, but miraheze doesn't have the transcript for me to remind myself of how that went. I think they'd be polite and friendly, but not especially close. They might have something to explore in terms of Dante also being very defined by his duty - probably not the sort of thing that'll ever be touched on in canon, but could be interesting in fic.

Ship-wise: I think it'd be funny to see how Dante tries to figure out topping Olivine. He's so used to dealing with Eiden's bratting, and Olivine is... distinctly not a brat. Romantically, there's currently not enough depth in canon for me to be interested, but if a fic existed I'd give it a shot.

Rei: We really haven't seen enough of Rei at all for me to get any sort of read on him. Olivine might have something to say about Rei chipping fragments off the water elemental gemstone?

Ship-wise: Rei might be the only person who can make Olivine a sub top. Like, pin down or tie up Olivine and ride him kind of thing. But again, I don't really know enough about Rei to be confident yet.

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The Three Letters (Chapter 9)

Chapter 9: Close Enough to Touch

Holy shit, I've made it. yayyyyy~~~ You're gonna love this one (I do, at least XD) next chapter won't be so long, so it will take less than usual (sorry... I know, I been writing this for 2 years and I'm only halfway there... You can blame my job XDDD) Go to AO3 for more footnotes, I'll tell you more there! ~tea

Summary: Lara and Jacob spend some time alone while everyone else is asleep, having to navigate their own expectations after being apart for almost 4 years.

Words: 6226 Rating: Teens and Up (Mature~ish) Warnings: smooches and lots of tension (we're here for the slow burn)

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The orange-lit valley of Lara’s memories fades little by little to become the present, thanks in part to the crackling sound of the bonfires as their lives come to an end, finding in them a similar tone of color to the sky she was remembering so vividly only a few seconds ago.

Once her journey is done, she realizes that most of the people have disappeared, already back to their cabins to get some sleep before the sun is up again, and the few left, are way too busy to pay attention to the fact that she’s been frozen in the same spot for a while now.

Her mind had also been too occupied, filling every little fragment of Jacob’s story with the unspoken details only known by the two of them, to realize that he was no longer there either.

Lara’s eyes search for him for a few more seconds but, instead, they find Sofia, who has already finished redistributing tasks and is eager to go rest a little.

“Here everything is taken care of, Lara, stop looking for things to do or people to help.”

“What…?” She’s confused for a moment until she understands what she’s implaying. “Ah, yeah… You know me.” She replies, hiding her true motives to be scouring the area. “I cannot stay still and do nothing.”

“Well, I think you should really go and rest… But something tells me you won’t take my advice.”

“Is that so?” She asks, not really paying much attention to her, still trying to see if she’s able to find Jacob among the people that are cleaning and rearranging the whole place back to normal.

“Yes, I’m an expert in the matter. I grew up with my father, afterall.” Sofia laughs a little at her own thoughts. “You two are too much alike when it comes to things like this.”

Lara’s head turns quickly to look back at her, instantly regaining all her interest in record time.

“Perhaps… I don’t see him helping now, though.” She tries her best to hide the true meaning of her words, hoping that Sofia will answer her question without having to ask directly.

And so she does.

“Ah yeah, he offered, of course, but Levi insisted on taking care of everything and extinguishing the bonfires in his place.” She replies, unaware she’s about to tell Lara what she was too afraid to ask. “After some hesitation he agreed. Told us he was going to take a walk, that he needed to reflect on today’s events or something of sorts.”

“I see…” Lara smiles softly at her, with her mind working as fast as usual, as she tries her best to come up with an excuse that helps her to go see Jacob without having to explain it to anyone, especially to Sofia.

For once, despite what she thinks at the beginning, the universe seems to agree with her wishes and, before she’s able to come up with something on her own, grants her the perfect opportunity she was looking for.

“Lara…” Levi yells from afar, cutting her line of thoughts with the sudden interruption. “Need some help here, mind to lend a hand?”

She curses her luck for a second, knowing it’s more important to aid the village than to go look for Jacob but, just as she’s about to comply with his request, she sees Sofia’s expression out of the corner of her eye.

Interesting. Lara thinks, surprised at her own perception abilities, which usually don’t help her too much when it comes to processing other people's feelings.

“One sec!” She decides to yell at Levi, raising her index finger in the air to accompany her answer.

She then spends the next three looking for a way to approach the situation as gently as possible but, to her surprise, Sofia decides to take the first step.

“Erm… Lara…” There’s hesitation on her voice and, for the first time ever, Lara seems to notice her friend’s cheeks blushing a little. “Would you mind if I… I…”

She doesn’t need more than that to be sure of what she's trying to do and, seeing that both of their goals can be achieved at the same time, she decides to spare her friend’s agony and give her exactly what she wants while pretending she is unaware of her feelings.

“Sorry, Sofia.” Lara cuts her mid sentence. “It’s been a long day… And I know it’s too much to ask…” She takes a small pause, giving her the opportunity to understand what she’s trying to do. “But, would you mind taking my place to help Levi? I… I really need to put my thoughts into order.”

Sofia smiles from ear to ear and nods, giving a hug to her friend while mumbling something about her last statement and how it confirms yet again how similar Lara and her father truly are.

She is gone before Lara can add anything else, so she takes a deep breath and starts walking without a set course.

Her original plan to search for Jacob dilutes with the first few steps, knowing it will be close to impossible to find him in the valley without having any hint of his whereabouts.

So, instead, she engages in what, at the beginning, was only an excuse and starts to reflect on everything that’s happened to her in just one day, letting her feet guide her without a fixed route.

And there goes another thing that she shares with Jacob.

Completely unaware, her body follows the same path he did, finding herself near the peak of the mountain in record time.

She takes the right trail once the observatory is on sight, not even remembering it’s the one that ends at the top of the waterfall, the one that he took only a few minutes ago, the one he takes almost every night.

“...”

Lara is a bit surprised, at first, to find him there.

With the darkness of the night enveloping them, the stars and the moon are the only sources of light illuminating the enchanted scenery. However, the sound of water flowing to crash in the distance, quickly lets her know where both Jacob’s and her own feet had decided to lead them, and suddenly, she understands.

I think it may be my favorite place in the entire world.

His words echo in her mind as she gazes at him, tracing his features as the light of the moon unveils every single detail on his face.

“Should’ve known you’d be here…” She smiles a little when she observes him getting startled, snappin back from his inner thoughts in record time before standing up to face her.

“Lara…” Jacob blinks a couple of times, almost as if he’s making sure that her presence there isn’t just a figment of his own imagination.

“Sorry,” she’s still smiling as she says this, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, please, don’t worry about it.” He’s the one smiling now, pleased to see her now that he’s sure she’s real. “Come, sit with me.”

Jacob offers her a hand and Lara takes it without hesitation, walking next to him for a few steps before they sit right where he was a few seconds ago, letting their legs hang on the cliff as they face the dark view of the waterfall.

They shouldn’t be able to see it, with the sun gone for many hours now, but the water cascades so swiftly and tumultuously that it’s able to trap the subtle glow of the night sky and create a light of its own.

“Long day?”

The subtle roar of the water fills the background of their conversation, creating a soothing melody to accompany their words.

“Yeah…” She laughs a little. “In a good way… But yes.”

She lowers her head a little, moving her upper body forward just an inch, to have a better view of how the water splashes against the river so many feet below them.

“Almost seems like this morning started a couple years ago…” Lara stares at the distant riverscape, starting to understand the love that Jacob holds in his heart for this place. “But, somehow, it also feels like the day has gone by in just a second.”

Her head moves slowly before she shrugs her shoulders.

“I’m not making any sense, right?”

Lara chuckles, and he follows her right away, letting their eyes meet each other in the process.

“More than you can imagine, believe me.”

The gentle light of the crescent moon may not be strong enough to illuminate the whole valley, nor even the small section they find themselves sitting at, but it lets them see each other and, whatever is left, is rebuild in their minds using both their hearing and memory to fill whatever their eyes cannot picture on their own.

Jacob scoots closer to her and points at something, she doesn’t recall what, too busy taming her heart, which seems to want to exit her chest, completely overwhelmed by the sudden proximity between them.

Thankfully, there’s no need to hear him for, what she assumes must be the depiction of something that cannot be witnessed in the dark of the night, turns out to be a mere excuse his mind has found to get closer to her.

Their arms are now glued, one next to the other and, with a cold air flow coming from her left, Lara shivers and, despite not knowing if the cause of it it’s the temperature or having Jacob right next to her, this one doesn’t let the opportunity pass, quickly grabbing her hand to shelter it in between his own.

The clear difference in their temperature alarms him for a moment and, what usually would’ve cost him a lot of fortitude and hesitation, suddenly comes out as a gesture of endearment, quickly moving even closer to grab her left hand to keep it right next to the other.

“You’re freezing, Lara.”

“Just a bit…” She glances at what she's wearing for a second. “This type of clothing worked just fine last time I was here. Then again, I guess I never stopped and sat down… Kinda spent most of my time here running, which would explain a lot, actually.”

Jacob looks at her clothes too, shaking his head a couple of times.

“It also doesn’t help that your coat it’s worn-out to the point where every inch of it is either paper thin and about to be torn into pieces or already stitched back together.”

Lara blushes a little, regaining the control of her hands before hugging herself and the jacket in question, almost as if she's trying to protect it both from the air and from his comments.

“Well, I happen to like it.” She tells him using a tone of voice that’s very close to defensive.

“I can tell.” He adds in between giggles, finding her reaction very endearing, teasing her about the whole topic.

She frowns but is unable to hold her smile and, with her right arm, she nudges him with her elbow, punching him a little to the side.

“Shut up.”

Jacob breaks instantly into laughter, scooting back a little after recovering his initial posture, and bringing her back to sit on top of him, using his arms to embrace her whole body before covering her hands once again.

His initial movement is born from a place of concern, wanting to shelter her from the cold air as much as possible but, no matter what his motives were at the beginning, once his pose is locked in, his mind starts to travel to other places, almost forgetting the chivalry that brought him to that posture on the first place.

Lara starts talking, but he’s unable to hear her.

Despite trying his best, his whole body is way too focused on his own selfish reasons to hear what she says, for almost a minute.

“... and it has kept me warm in countless situations.” That’s the only piece of her sentence that manages to win back his attention, regaining his focus on what she’s telling him. “And… And…”

Jacob laughs and relaxes a little, letting a deep breath out before resting his head on top of her shoulder.

“And…?”

“Well…” She looks up for a few seconds before setting her eyes back again on the dark valley, letting a big breath out in the process. “And I guess… I like it too much to get rid of it.”

Lara lets her weight rest onto him even more, getting comfortable in his arms.

“There, I said it.” She adds, a bit amused by her own shyness. “Happy now?”

He smiles, indeed happy, not only about her comment, but also because of their current situation and her overall presence back in his life.

“Quite a lot…”

His arms strengthen their hold around her even more and he plants a soft kiss on the top of her head, lowering his head right after to whisper next to her ear.

“You have no idea… How happy I am right now.”

Jacob’s voice hits her neck in a way that it almost seems like a caress, a shiver slithering through her entire body all the way down to her feet.

His right hand betrays his will and, before he’s even aware that it's moving, quickly wraps around her waist, holding her close to him.

By the time he realizes where his hand it’s placed, Lara has already taken the movement as an invitation, turning around, still on top of him, while moving her hands to the back of his neck, staring at his eyes while her fingers entertaining themselves with his hair.

“I…” He doesn’t even know what he wants to say when he starts talking, but it doesn’t really matter, for “I” is the only word he’s able to portray before his lips are quickly sealed by hers.

There’s a second of hesitation on his part, followed by another one of inner fight. But, after the third, he knows he’s completely lost to her.

The night is at its darkest now, letting the stars glow brighter than ever, becoming the sole witness to the scenery displayed below them, as the only two people that remain awake are way too busy to focus on anything other than each other.

Despite the darkness, and having his eyes closed, he can feel her smiling as she kisses him, way too happy to control the corner of her lips as she lets all her weight rest against him.

Jacob mimics her expression as he allows gravity to do its job little by little, until his back is in full contact with the ground, tangling his arms around Lara to keep her glued to him.

There’s a giggle or two before the kisses resume again.

Nothing desperate or out of control. There aren’t rushed hands, scratches nor sultry words.

Neither of them knew what would really happen the first time they were alone like this but, what they had pictured in their heads over the years, looked way too different from the unfolding reality of their current situation.

Or at least it is for Lara.

She always thought there would be an element of desperation, after being apart for so long before they even had the chance to formalize their feelings, but instead, everything seems quite the opposite of what she pictured.

Kind kisses and soft smiles, tender and unhurried, interrupted now and then by deep breaths, not the ones where you come back to the surface for some air, but the ones where you have to stop so your whole being can process everything it’s feeling.

There are light touches here and there, but they aren’t rushed either, a nice walk to warm up to their relationship instead of a full-on sprint and, being completely alone for the first time ever, except for said the shimmering stars above, they continue traveling through that path for longer than any of them can really recall, taking their time to taste the waters with the distant waterfall splashes as their main background music.

The rhythm of their exchange seems to stay the same for a long time but, little by little, the pace accelerates to something closer to the level of intimacy that she had imagined for the many years they spent apart.

Lara’s hands, feeling a sense of security after the extended warm up, start to travel under his coat, looking for a way to get in contact with his skin.

They seem to be welcomed at first, sending a shiver through Jacob’s body before he lets out a subtle giggle. Nevertheless, the moment she starts to move them, aiming to trace little by little his upper body, the cheerful expression disappears right away.

“Lara…”

She freezes and, after looking at his face for a second, retreats to a safe position, with her heart twisting inside of her for letting the whole situation reach a point where she did something she shouldn't have.

“Sorry.” She states, trying her best to get out a smile before planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

Lara turns to her left and lays next to him, thanking the night for being able to conceal all the blush of her face with its darkness.

Jacob, on the other side, remains silent for a few seconds, with his eyes glued to the glowing stars as his breathing comes back to normal.

The silence doesn’t last for long but for Lara seems closer to an eternity, waiting patiently as she traces his features in search for a clue that tells her what she should say next.

Said clue is not needed.

Before her mind can overanalyze everything that’s happened, he rises right arm and points upwards, quickly gaining all her attention as he rescues her from her internal downward spiral.

“See that group of stars there?” Jacob moves his hands, indicating the area of the sky he’s talking about. “Three whites in a triangle form, next to one that glows somewhat bluer…”

Lara does her best to locate the stars he’s talking about.

“Errmm… ” She frowns for a second until she finally sees them. “Oh, I think I got it. In between Orion and Hydra?”

His mouth opens a little but words don’t come up. Instead, he just turns his head and stares at her, half fascinated, half enchanted, and gives her the most discernible sound he’s able to produce to confirm her statement.

“Hum…”

For a moment she forgets about everything, happy to have found the set of stars and proud of her memory for remembering something she wasn’t sure was still stored in her mind.

“So you know astronomy too.” Jacob can’t avoid laughing a little as he says this, wondering how it’s possible for someone like Lara to exist.

“Roth insisted, so I could guide myself at night if something ever happened… And I came to like it.” She replies, with a warm smile on her face. “Never used it for that purpose, but I must admit that it came in handy last time I was here though.”

She makes a spinning motion with her hand.

“Ah, yeah… The orrery.” He completes the thought for her, letting out a sight.

“Seems you like astronomy too.”

“Yeah.”

Jacob is now feeling a bit embarrassed, picturing what she must really think of everything she discovered about him years ago in the buried lost city, but his line of thoughts is quickly cut by her next comment.

“What about them?” He is confused for a second until she specifies her question. “The stars you pointed at.”

“Ah.” Jacob replies with a tired tone of voice. “Nothing important. Some elaborated comment meant to ease your mind while you were preoccupied about the way our, erm, exchange, ended, I guess.”

Lara turns on her side to look at him, sensing, only after an instant, that he may be now the one in need of saving.

“I should’ve said it directly…” He sighs, with his eyes still lost in the sky. “But I tend to overcomplicate everything: my actions, my words… Even my past is way too tangled and surreal to be remotely believable.”

“Neither is mine.” She replies right away, winning his attention back from the heavens. “And sure, I’m not gonna say that having someone build you a gigantic orrery is something normal people do every tuesday...”

Lara laughs at her own comment, taking the opportunity to scoot a little closer to him in the meantime.

“But…” She puts emphasis on the word, letting him know her previous comment was just there to ease the tension and that she’s about to talk about what really matters to her. “You see… I happen to love the way you, how did you say it?” Lara makes a humming noise as she thinks. “Ah, yeah, the way you overcomplicate your words.”

Her words strike against his heart with accuracy. The little hesitation left, is quickly vanished as she quickly proves her point.

“Your smile, your mind, your soul… Every single part of your being seems to be designed to allure me, to control me. To leave me out of breath. Every little part of you enchants me out of reason, making the silence my only partner when, in reality, all of my heart squeals whenever you are near me and weeps upon the idea of you going away.”

Jacob listens with care to his own words from the past as she recites them, feeling his soul twisting inside his body with every metaphor that comes out of her mouth.

Once she finishes, she gets even closer to him, leaving no room left in between them.

“Cannot believe you know that from memory…”

She clears her throat to interrupt him, not needing to put into words the correction of his comment.

“I see.” He’s now the one smiling a little. “You really do know the entire thing, right?”

She nods, seeing his smile and deeping hers even more.

“So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to hear what you were going to say.” She turns to lie on her back, fixing her eyes back to the group of stars he pinpointed before, not giving him the chance to refuse her petition. “Go ahead.”

He laughs a little before giving up, planting a soft kiss on her cheek before mirroring her position to have a clear sight of the sky.

“You win…”

His right hand rises once again, to aid him with the explanation, while the left one moves with great care to grab hers as he begins to talk.

“You can tell, just by their colors, that those nine stars, in between the two constellations you mentioned before, have always been there.” His right arm moves a little, as he points at one of them. “Nevertheless, that one, more blue than white, right in the middle, has not been visible for most of my existence.”

Lara waits patiently, as she lets the information sink, looking for a deeper meaning to his facts until it suddenly hits her.

“Wait… Without the middle one, you would not group that as a constellation, right?”

“Right.” He laughs a little at the thought of it. “Imagine it. Spent hundreds of years learning about the webbed starry sky and one day, or better said night, I looked up and a never seen before figure was there. As if that had always been its place, for it really was… I just couldn’t see it until then.”

He readjusts his hand to let his fingers tangle in between hers.

“I see.” Lara’s eyes are now glued to the star in question, imagining what it was like for him to discover its presence. “Made you wait a long time…”

“Best things in life… Are the ones you have to wait for.”

Her eyes travel slowly away from the topic of their conversation in search of his own, allowing his last sentence to melt into the air as she processes the true meaning behind it.

Lara smiles a little at him, comprehending now why he wanted to tell her that story in the first place.

“I loved studying the stars.” He starts saying to her, using the same tone of voice she pictured for years to reread his letter. “Knew every single constellation as if the night sky were a burned map inside my memory.”

Jacob makes a pause there, analyzing his own past before exposing the obvious conclusion.

“Without that knowledge, well… Who would’ve noticed a new light amidst the sea of glowing creatures that inhabit our darkest hours?”

He smiles a little, still surprised with the hundreds of things that had to happen to reach this point in his life.

“But it took its time. It waited until my passion and knowledge were at their highest and, after more than seven hundred years of life, when there wasn’t anything else to learn, there it was, finally visible to my eyes, challenging everything that I considered true throughout my existence.”

The grip on her hand tightens even more, fingers pressing firmly around hers.

“Just as today, the night needed to be at its darkest, and the sky had to be completely clear for the entire system to be visible. It’s almost as if, for the first time in many centuries, everything in existence had decided to work in perfect harmony just to bewitch me with a new marvel.”

Jacob takes a moment to breathe but, instead of continuing to talk, he decides to turn to his side, facing her, waiting patiently for a few seconds until she follows his movement and mirrors it.

“You can imagine my glee, witnessing what felt so close to a miracle, after so many years of thinking that I already knew everything there is to see about the universe.”

Lara tries to pretend that she doesn’t understand the hidden meaning behind his words, but her blood doesn’t waste time to betray her, rushing in record time to conquer her face, painting her cheeks with so much blush that, this time around, the darkness of the night is not enough to be able to conceal it.

She hides her face in his chest for a few seconds, depleted of any strength to meet his eyes, and he isn’t surprised when it takes her way longer than usual to muster the courage to resurface.

When she eventually raises her head, in a very slow and controlled motion, her sight is quickly welcomed with a deep and radiant smile, powerful enough to dispel most of her shyness away.

Jacob’s mind scours a few new topics of conversation in an attempt to find something to ease her way back into their almost whispered dialogue but, to his surprise, she’s the one to break the silence first, making a triumphant recovery in no time.

“And you wanted to keep all that to yourself…” Lara half-mumbles as she levels the playing field a bit, making Jacob blush a little too. “Shameful.”

He laughs at her comment, nodding his head a couple of times as he surrenders to her argument.

“Thanks…” He adds, almost a murmur, seeing right through her joke to treasure the true meaning of the words inside his heart. “Thanks.”

“It’s okay.” She adds, laying on her back once again to have another look at the constellation. “More than okay…”

Jacob sits up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows and looking up too to gaze at the sky.

“Mesmerizing, if you ask me.” He starts saying, eyes still glued to the stars, oblivious to anything else as she turns her head a little to look at him. “They don’t glow as much as many of their companions in this starry night, but I find them way more magical than any of them.”

“Oh, of course.” She lets out a couple of giggles, anticipating the effect of her next words on her target. “But I was actually talking about the analogy, not the constellation in question.”

Jacob’s smile freezes momentarily.

He does his best to control his expectations, desperately trying to avoid disappointment, wondering if he hasn’t fully grasped the true meaning of her words.

Nevertheless, he has, and far from being disappointing, they’re the exact ones he wanted to hear all this time.

He wasn’t even aware and he didn’t know how much he needed to hear them, but the moment those few words leave her mouth, he finds himself mesmerized by the effect they cast upon him.

“I meant about waiting.” Lara confirms, letting her hand travel a little and interlocking her pinky finger with his. “I’m more than okay with it.”

“Are you sure…?”

If there was any fear in his voice, it vanishes right away, for her reply is fast and decisive, and with no hint of hesitation on sight.

“Of course.”

Jacob finds himself lost for words, as he has many times before, but somehow manages to mouth a thank you before looking away for a moment, attempting to compose himself as he’s still not used to experiencing these levels of happiness.

“Also, it makes sense…” Lara sits up, waiting until his eyes are back on her, concluding her argument by echoing his initial metaphor. “One should learn everything there is to know about the exposed sky before venturing into exploring the unseen.”

His silence lingers, but she doesn’t need to hear it out loud to understand how he feels.

“Besides, there’s plenty of time and…. The stars aren’t going anywhere”

It takes him a couple more seconds but, after processing everything, he’s finally able to, at least, come up with something to say.

“Right… Right.” He’s so overwhelmed with feelings that his mind acts on its own, deciding to steer the conversation away from emotions for the time being. “Wish I knew the name of those ones, though.”

“Name?”

“Yeah, your scholars have surely come up with a name for the constellation.” He fully sits, legs crossed, spending a couple seconds thanking her, in silence, for allowing him to steer their conversation to a more comfortable topic. “They’re often based on mythical creatures, animals… I’ve been wondering what it must be for many years now.”

Lara makes an effort, scouring her memory as she tries to picture her old astronomy book, knowing perfectly which chapter contains the information she needs, but unable to recollect much of the content.

“I’m sorry…” She huffs, a bit mad at herself. “Can’t seem to recall the scientific name of that constellation, wish I did.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I was mostly thinking out l…”

“But I do know it is a unicorn.”

Jacob's eyes open wide, all hesitation and emotions put on hold with this new information, needing to hear her say that last sentence one more time before he fully assimilates it.

“What?”

“The figure it creates.” She confirms, looking up for a second. “It’s supposed to be a unicorn.”

“I… See…” A smile forms little by little on his face, extremely subtle at the beginning, taking its time to eventually develop into a full grin as he stares into the sky. “A unicorn.”

She looks at him for a few seconds, treasuring his happiness deep inside her heart, before starting to sense the weight of her eyelids, realizing how tired she really is now that their conversation has reached an enjoyable conclusion.

“Glad I could help.” Lara stands up, stretching a little before turning to look at Jacob, offering him a hand to follow her. “But I’m afraid It’s getting late…”

“Or better said, it’s getting too soon, if you think about it... But yeah.” He agrees with the overall meaning, accepting the offer and standing next to her. “Depends on the point of view, I suppose.”

She laughs while shaking her head a couple times and, still smiling at his comment, Lara locks her arm around Jacob’s and they start walking towards the village.

With the sun about to rise, there’s now light enough to see the path, but they still take their time to get there, walking way slower than usual, none of them really wanting this day to be over.

She almost complains when he insists on walking her to her cabin, but that gives them an extra minute together and that’s more than enough to shift her initial response.

They arrive in no time, his hand holding hers as they get ready to part their ways.

They’ve talked so much through the night that there seem to be no words left. Instead, Jacob just leans forwards, cupping her face with his free hand, and plants a soft kiss on her lips, spending a few seconds there before returning to his initial posture.

“Good night…” She whispers as a goodbye, smiling from ear to ear.

He returns the smile, vowing a bit to say farewell.

“Good morning.”

His last comment gets a tiny laugh out of her, but Lara manages to suppress it fast enough to avoid waking anyone, and heads decisively through the door before she has the chance to change her mind about it.

She enters her cabin with an unseen stealth, which is saying a lot given her background, recalling everything to perfection despite the lack of light and finding her cot in record time, but unfortunately, all her efforts fall in bane, for Sofia it’s not sleeping.

Lara has changed her clothes and is already in bed when her friend decides to speak up.

“Everything okay?” Sofia half whispers from her bed. “Seems quite late.”

Her comment makes her sigh, turning a little in her bed to face the other side of the room, almost as an instinct, despite not being able to see anything in the full darkness of the cabin.

“Yeah…” She replies, choosing her words with care, not ready to share everything yet, but not wanting to lie to her either. “The walk took longer than expected. Got distracted by the views.”

“Views?”

Lara smiles, grateful once again for the lack of light as this one conceals her true feelings.

“Got lost into the stars…” She admits, letting her back rest now against the bed as she stares at the ceiling, painting lights onto it with her imagination for a few seconds. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

She hears a subtle laugh from the other side of the room, almost a sound of resignation.

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault… I’ve been awake for a while.” Sofia sighs, moving a little as she tries to find a better posture. “Perhaps I should’ve taken a walk too…”

“Too many things in your mind?”

There’s a few seconds of silence, but after a while, her voice finally forms an answer to Lara’s question.

“Yeah… For too long.” Sofia admits, taking a moment to give another thought to that statement. “Though I think some things will get better now that you’re here.”

“Anything in particular you want to talk about?” Sensing her hesitation Lara decides to step forward. “I can act surprised when you tell me about Levi, if you want to.”

Sofia manages to limit her chuckles to a subtle laughter, a bit surprised that her friend realized her feelings so quickly, needing only one day to understand her situation.

“Aren’t you quick witted.”

“Perks of solving so many puzzles, I guess.” Lara laughs a bit too, happy to see her friends' reactions but understanding way too well why she doesn’t want to talk about it yet. “If you ever need to…”

“I will, don’t worry”. She replies right away, moved by the offering. “And thank you, not only for this, but everything.”

“I thought we agreed four years ago that you’d stop thanking me about what happened…”

“I meant about my father…”

Before the panic takes over Lara’s body, her friend finishes her sentence, quickly sending a sense of relief though all her body.

“He hasn’t been the same for way too long and… Well…”

Sofia takes a second, recalling images of Jacob throughout the entire day, almost unrecognizable to the men he’s been since the Divine Source was destroyed.

“For a while now, he almost felt like broken, lost...” Lara’s eyes water a bit, but she is able to control most of her emotions, remaining silent as Sofia finishes her sentence. “But I think your presence does him good.”

“Really?” She manages to ask with a thin voice.

“Yeah…”

“Then I’m glad I’m back.” Her words choke a little on her throat but the emotions are filtered by the whispers and, what would be noticeable in any other contest, is rendered imperceptible.

“Still don’t know for how long?”

“No, there’s no plans…” She smiles, moving her hand slowly to clean a silent tear as it starts streaming down her face. “Just many things to figure out.”

“Well, you can do that here, and stay as much as you like, take your time.”

“I like that.”

Her mind gets flooded by Jacob’s words as she smiles, picturing their constellation on the ceiling one last time before her eyes succumb to the tiredness.

“Yes… Yes.” Lara smiles one last time before the darkness surrounds her to guide her into her dreams.“I'm… I’m…”

She starts to sink into the deep, only one more sentence is said, escaping her mouth almost as a murmur.

“I’m just gonna take my time.”

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So... Here we are!!! Let me apollogize one more time, I should've written this one a month ago, but thanks to Tumblr I discovered Game Changer and, in a day, I had already developed a quite healthy obsession with Brennan Lee Mulligan (That still lasts to this day lol, just finished watching MaM), so yeah... Spent most of my free time watching dropout shows (upssss~~) Anyways, glad to be back, and... Idk, let me know if you're liking the fic, i guess XDDDDD

#tomb raider #fanfic #jacob lara croft #lara croft #jalara #lara x jacob #lara croft x jacob #jacob x lara #jacob x lara croft #rise of the tomb raider #RotTR

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i keep thinking about making this post so i'm making it now this is just something i think about sometimes i'm putting it into words on a tumblr page finally

i remember way back when people would argue lysandre didn't actually care about sycamore because he doesn't ask him to join team flare and is basically planning on killing him which imo is a grave misunderstanding of lysandre's character which is weird because you literally have all the elements in canon to know this is silly

we can only speculate on the first part (why he never asked sycamore to join team flare. he might even have asked and sycamore said no who tf can say) so i just want to focus on the second because we actually have canonical info that can shed light on that

which is that lysandre was going to sacrifice all pokémons including his even though 1) he's obviously very much bonded to them (more on that in a sec) 2) it obviously pains him to do so (he cries about it... your fave would never)

one might argue he doesn't actually care that much and/or is faking but we actually have canonical proof that he does care a lot about at least one of them for sure: his gyarados

gyarados is such an interesting choice for his main pokémon for many reasons but the three that interest us in the context of his post are as follow:

1) his gyarados can mega-evolve, which canonically means his bond with lysandre is very strong

2) not only that, but gyaradoses are known for being very fierce and hard to tame and control, and even worse when mega-evolved, which precludes that you'd need to be a very strong trainer with a very strong bond to get there in the first place

3) this one is more speculative since we really have no way to know how long lysandre has had his gyarados and whether he was caught as a magikarp or not but assuming he was this means lysandre cared enough to raise a pokémon collectively known as weak and useless, knowing he'll only see results in the far future (very interesting...)

what does this mean? it means that to lysandre the cause was more important than the things he cared deeply about. for me this is a very defining aspect of his character. when i think about pre-canon sycamore/lysandre the idea that lysandre wasn't willing to compromise on his ideals even out of love for sycamore is the most tragic and tastiest aspect of their relationship (assuming we're going with full canon compliant of course)

and honestly? i think sycamore would agree with that. i think sycamore admired lysandre's unwillingness to surrender his convictions no matter what happened. obviously he didn't agree with the end result but i genuinely think lysandre's uncompromising tendencies were something he looked up to. i think it's really interesting how this keeps coming up between them (like in the pokémas event when lysandre tells him he won't change his mind and sycamore seems unsurprised by this)

also relatedly if you really think the guy who literally constantly namedrops augustine sycamore and defines the protagonists and their "chosen ones" status through the fact that they were chosen by augustine sycamore specifically doesn't care about him you're just bad at reading and understanding characters sorry

and if your answer is that "he's faking" why tf would he be faking it until the very end while he's about to self-destruct... anyway... those are my thoughts see you next time for more

#idk how to tag this. big brain time #prfr #'but samifer how come you've never written this' you ask and i have. in the guillotine fic LMFAO #that one turned out to be less shipfic and more character study tbh not that i mind #samthoughts

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A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 12: Event Horizon

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Usually, whenever the builder stopped by the research center for stargazing nights, the sky was completely clear. A small benefit of living in a desert, they supposed.

Tonight was not one of those nights. Clouds had been gathering since dusk, and the whole town was waiting with bated breath for them to bring precious rain. It wasn’t completely overcast just yet. The builder could still see stars in the shrinking patches of sky between the clouds as they walked into town.

The horizon was pretty much completely obscured by the time they made it to the roof. All the builder and Qi could do was crane their necks to look directly upward, where the last bit of open sky was passing over.

It was a strain. The builder groaned, lowering their head and rubbing the back of their aching neck. “You think lying down would be better?” they asked. “This hurts.”

“Not really. This roof isn’t very comfortable. It causes back pain after a while.”

“Bring a blanket, then. Or at least a pillow.”

“That’s no good either. It slips everywhere on the metal. Plus, my covers are fairly thin.”

The builder hummed. They had some nice, cushy quilts, but they would slippy-slide around…

They stood up suddenly. “Gimme like 10 minutes.” Then they bolted down the stairs before Qi could even ask what for.

They jogged all the way back to their workshop and to their array of storage chests. Shuffling around in a couple of boxes, they soon found what they needed: a large sheet of rubber, recycled from who-knows-when. Rolling it up tightly and tucking it under their arm, they rushed into the house. Specifically, to their bedroom closet, pulling out the thickest quilt they had. They rolled it up under their other arm and ran back to the research center.

They hustled back up to the roof. “Can you stand up for a sec?” they said, ignoring the confused frown from Qi. The look on his face didn’t falter, but he silently complied. They unfurled the rubber sheet and laid it on the bit of roof Qi was just sitting on. They heard a quiet “Oh…” from Qi as they then took the quilt and laid it on top of the rubber.

They sat down and rolled back carefully onto the blanket, barely feeling the metal of the roof through the double layer of quilt and rubber. They squirmed around a bit, feeling the rubber keep its grip firmly on the roof.

“See? It works!” they said, tilting their head up slightly towards Qi and patting the spot beside them.

“Hm. So it does.” Qi lowered himself to lie down next to them.

There wasn’t a lot of room on the blanket. It was for a single bed, after all. Even with him lying at the very edge of the opposite end, they were still only a couple inches apart.

An observation that made the builder go completely stiff from head to toe.

Any sudden movement on their part would cause them to bump into each other. If they tilted their head even a little bit to the right, their nose would probably end up getting tickled by that messy hair. They could practically feel his body heat from over here (or was that just them??). And…

…Oh, Light.

Their hands were basically one finger twitch away from touching. If they stretched their pinky out just a little bit, it’d probably nudge against his.

They quickly lifted their hands up to fold them neatly over their stomach.

But what if…?

What if they did nudge his hand? Would he react? Would he flinch? He probably would. But what if he didn’t? What if he moved to take their hand in his, gently lacing their fingers together and—

I need someone to smack me, the builder thought.

Of all people…why’d they think that Qi would want to hold hands with anybody?! The only thing his hands probably wanted to hold were test tubes and the mobile suit’s control sticks.

“Hm. You’re right. This is more comfortable.”

That was clearly the weirdest thought in their head. Definitely not them almost fantasizing about holding hands with Qi. Nope.

“I think that might be Ursa Major… but I can’t tell. It’s partially covered. Does that look like Ursa Major to you?”

They most certainly weren’t wondering about what Qi thought about them. Nuh-uh.

“Builder?”

And that absolutely hadn’t been a focus of their thoughts for several weeks since he stopped by their place one time when they didn’t show up to stargaze. No-siree.

“Um. Builder?”

A jolt ran down their spine as they finally registered the sound of Qi’s voice. They turned their head towards him, only to see his face up closer than they’d ever seen it before. If they were farther away, they probably would’ve mistaken it for just his usual deadpan, but up this close, they could see the subtle hints of a more puzzled look. “U-uh…yeah?”

“Everything alright? You don’t normally disengage from a conversation like that. Is something causing you discomfort?”

Was he…worried? “N-no…no. It’s fine. Just spaced out for a sec. What were you saying? Sorry.”

Qi stared at them for a second, but then turned back to the sky. “It’s fine. It wasn’t too important.”

Someone REALLY needs to smack me, the builder thought. They were making such a big deal out of something so tiny. They took a few steadying breaths, trying to drive their pulse down a bit.

The two of them stared straight upwards at the fading stars, still and silent as stones. Eventually, the last black patch of sky disappeared, leaving nothing but the gray clouds.

“I suppose that’s it for tonight, then,” said Qi.

“Yep. Show’s over,” said the builder.

Qi sat up. “I have to say, lying down does enhance the experience somewhat. It’s much easier to observe things towards the zenith. Perhaps we could do this a couple times in the future as opposed to just sitting.”

The builder let out a hum and nodded. Oh, it enhanced the experience, alright…

Both of them got up so the builder could roll the blanket and rubber back up. Qi must have sensed that they weren’t really in the right state of mind to talk, and kept quiet as they gathered their bundle and stood up.

They left the roof, and Qi silently waved good night with a nod, which the builder returned with a half-hearted attempt at a smile.

They clutched the bundle close to their chest as they made their way home, their thoughts humming all the way. While most of the more rational bit of their mind completely swore off the idea of ever bringing a blanket again, a teeny-tiny part of them whispered to bring it just one more time.

If only to see if the gap between them could ever close.

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A/N: Event Horizon: In terms of a black hole--the boundary where the escape velocity of a black hole is greater than the speed of light.

In other words, the point at which it’s no longer possible to escape a black hole.

I’m very excited for the next couple chapters. :)

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How does Leon and Hop's dad's death affect the others? Could it help playing out both routes?

If their dad died before Soul, Hop has barely if any memories about him. Which would reflect Naomi's memory issues. But that would contradict that Hop actually has much better recall than her, even to memories he shouldn't have.

On the other hand, it'd be a gutpunch if those memories were out of Hop's reach.

Or if their dad died later, and Hop has clear memories. Maybe the too acute clarity of those is what pains him?

Oh! Have you an idea for the name of the boy's dad?

These questions are another reason why I'm really taking a step back to look at key events and how I want them to play out. But to answer your questions:

If Hop and Leon's dad died before Soul, it would have been from sometime after 2005, when Hop and Nomi were born, but before 2010, when Soul passed away. So Hop would have been 2-4 years old when his dad died. I'm thinking 3, since it's in the middle, so that would mean their father would have died in 2008.....which is the year that Soul got Cursed. Damn. 2008 is just not their year. Now, going onto Hop and his memories, you are right in how it contradicts his abilities as a Chosen- him getting better recall. My main reasoning here is that 1) he was 3, so I don't expect him to remember everything from that time, except vague feelings- both from him and others 2) maybe he wasn't Chosen then? Naomi was Chosen-Cursed by a proxy of Soul( not sure if this was immediately when he was Chosen-Cursed or after he died but you get my point), but Hop hasn't gotten any of that yet.

A little tangent about the wolves for a quick sec: the way they interact with their Chosen is interesting. Zacian, after her accidentally making Soul Chosen-Cursed ( his curse made him much more ill....terminally ill), she kept her distance from Naomi,keeping an eye on her from afar, if she has the energy to. Meanwhile, Zamazenta is much more open. I wouldn't be surprised if a young Hop, either after the death of his father or Soul, had encountered Zamazenta once before. But out of respect and carefor his sister ( who feels terribly guilty), Zamazenta doesn't immediately Choose Hop( Hop being the ancestors of his former Chosen), not interact with him much after. At least that's how I see it for now.

Okay Wolf tangent aside- if Hop and Leon's father died after, then oof. Hop would have remembered that clearly, Chosen or not. He would remember how his mom shut down, how his grandparents cried, how Lee wasn't smiling anymore. He remembers how Naomi wouldn't leave her room, thinking she was some curse to both families ( another big oof). He doesn't want to remember the pain that he left- he felt so alone. Just one bad thing after another. And MAN can you imagine the media coverage of this during Leon's gym challenge? Using both Soul and his father's death to present him as the " hero with a tragic backstory". It's one of the first times that Leon really questioned if he truly wanted to run for champion. To be champion.

On the flip side with their father dying before Soul, Soul dying opened old wounds for everyone. honestly, and I just had this thought, that maybe Soul died after Leon became champion. Which, again, ouch, cause that's just gonna mess up everyone even more. It makes every celebration of Leon's year of being champion bittersweet.

Also, no, I haven't thought of a name for Hop and Lee's dad. I really need to, so I'm open to any suggestions!

I hope this was explained well. I'm thinking a lot about how these events play out, specifically Naomi's and Hop's relation to them. Maybe Hop wasn't Chosen as young as Naomi was, but would that make sense for all we know about past Chosens? I don't know, so I need to think about it more. But I still hope this answer was satisfying!

#r rambles #legendverse #oc: naomi einar #rival Hop #champion leon #tbws #oc: soul einar

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Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Forty-six

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Standing a few metres away from home, I try to find the courage to cross to the front door.

Fitz whispers, “If you want, I can tell them.”

I shake my head.

“No.” It’s my fault.

“It’s my fault for hiding Keefe.”

“Well, Lovise getting hurt is mine, so don’t even try to play that card.”

“Fine then. You tell your parents about that. But I have to tell them about their store.”

“You shouldn’t have to do that.”

“It’s my fault Gisela did what she did.”

“She’d have--,” I pause, realizing the futility of my argument. “Honestly, I should just give up trying to debate against you.”

Thanks to Wonderboy, I’m hyper aware that how I say ‘against’ is another one of my little things I pronounce oddly.

He shrugs. “I already have.”

I untangle my fingers from his, and take a deep breath, attempting to find whatever bravery I have.

Slowly unlocking the door, I call, “Mom? I’ve got some news concerning the Neverseen.”

I am aware it’s too formal, Fitzroy, before you even start.

“One sec…” Mom replies from the living room. “Okay? What’s up?”

I see Lex, running and yelling at the top of his lungs, and Mom notices my hesitation.

Apparently Fitz does too, as he supplies, with no apparent regard for the triplets hearing things, “I’m not going to beat around the bush here. The Neverseen destroyed the store.”

I look at him, not sure how he just strung that sentence together.

Mom’s reaction is less intense than I’d have expected. “Well. You’re not playing a prank on me, right?”

I just now realize, “I should’ve taken pictures.”

“Pictures wouldn’t do it justice,” Fitz says, “But I’ll stay here and watch the triplets if you and Kesler want to go visit with Dex.”

“I’ll stay here,” I argue.

“No, you won’t,” he replies.

I refuse to look at him, because I know for a fact that I’d be much more persuaded by his argument if I did.

Mom goes to Dad’s office here, and I somehow register with a start that I should thank my lucky stars that Dad or anyone else weren’t at the store when it went down.

Together, we leap to Mysterium, and both Mom and Dad’s initial reaction to seeing it involves a lot of swear words.

And you know it has to be bad because the triplets can destroy almost everything and they can still bleep it out at the very least.

“You okay?” Mom asks, ruffling my hair.

Not really, but it’s fine. “Yeah.”

Dad’s reaction is much more like my own would be. “It looks like there was an explosion that radiated out from here,” he says, pointing at a corner.

“I know it was somewhere more toward the back, so most, if not all, of our inventory is in a toxic soup back there.”

“So maybe you don’t touch it then. Either of you,” Mom suggests.

“Yeah. There was something on fire near the caesium, because it turned violet for a little while.”

“I’m just glad you and Fitz weren’t hurt.” Mom gives me a one armed hug, pressing me into her side for just a moment. It’d have been nice if I wasn’t taller than her. I don’t want to be tall because tall means adult and adult means responsibility.

Don’t argue with my logic. I know it’s irrational.

“Lovise wasn’t quite so lucky. She’s fine, before you ask. Elwin said she’s just got a couple of bruises and scratches.”

Mom says, completely deadpan, “You had to involve Elwin.”

“Fitz texted him.”

“Ah yes. Throw him under the bus.”

Meanwhile, Dad’s train of thought has driven off its tracks as mine so often does, murmuring to himself, “Why would they have done this? You stay at home, and they know you’re part of the collective, so it can’t be against you personally...right?”

I also talk to myself quite often, so I reply, “It’s probably mostly shock value. Although I’d argue how much of a shock they can cause after so many different demonstrations of their ability to strike anywhere at any time. Gisela also wants to know where Keefe is, so she must’ve had this set up in case we didn’t give him to her.”

“How many times do we have to say that we can’t control him as much as she can’t?” Mom wonders.

“You can’t reason with unreasonable people, Jules.”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

We stand there in silence for the next few minutes. It feels like hours.

I know they’re just trying to be strong, and pretend that everything’s fine. I think I am too, a little bit.

I can’t help myself from trying to figure out a simple solution of how to fix all of this, even though I know you can’t magically bring a building back up from the ground and pretend like it never went down.

Mom breaks the silence by saying, “I think I should go save Fitz.”

“I’ll come with you. Unless you still need me here.”

Dad replies, “No. I should go hail Uncle Grady or Aunt Edaline to borrow a few gnomes to help with the cleanup and then start on the plans of Slurps and Burps take two. Maybe finding a less flammable material would be a good place to start.”

“Everything’s flammable if you try hard enough.”

“I believe I was the one who taught you that.”

“Just checking. Gotta make sure you remember.”

With that, we leap home, and I grab Fitz before leaping to the Healing Centre to visit Lovise.

And maybe him, if the triplets broke him. Just kidding. Mostly.

When I see her, I say, creatively, “Hey.”

“I didn’t know I was allowed visitors yet.”

Elwin notices me and starts preparing for the worst. Like I’m the usual bringer of destruction. Although I guess that has been my pattern recently.

“Don’t worry, Elwin. I’m just here to check on your patient.”

“She is my patient no longer. She’s going to escape soon enough so I’m going to release her into your care. Just try not to get into too much more trouble today or tomorrow.”

Fitz snorts lightly. “Like that’ll happen.”

I take a second to consider the thought that decided to reveal itself.

“I don’t know if this counts, but I do have a bit of a request. Just because I can’t exactly do it myself.”

“What now?” Elwin sighs.

I give him a crumpled piece of paper with my calculations from earlier, complete with hand dragging across paper pencil smudges and all.

“Sorry about my handwriting, but I was thinking this could be a Keefe solution. You know, the next time he pops up out of nowhere.”

He takes a few seconds before suggesting, “How about this? I can’t read this and I know how finicky alchemy is, so you can borrow my lab if you want.”

“Really?” I ask, knowing full well that I wouldn’t let others get their grubby little paws on mine.

“Yeah. Just make sure I have all of your ingredients before you start. I don’t know if I’ll have everything.”

“Thanks,” I say, already beginning to search his beautifully maintained shelves of ingredients.

I see a nearly empty bottle of Cwiofyr, a rare mineral made from lightning striking lava that happens to be highly explosive, and mutter, “Easiest way to destroy a ceiling.”

That greatly distresses Fitz.

I get a decent amount down my list, and I can’t seem to find the mancas, which is the active ingredient.

“Elwin, do you know off the top of your head if you have mancas?”

“Considering I’ve never heard of it, I’d say probably not. I’m going to regret this, but we’ve got a storeroom for all of the alchemy sessions here.”

I smile. “Yes, yes you are.”

Once you let me in there, you’re going to have to drag me back out whether you like it or not.

We get there, and I’d like to make a clarification. I’m never leaving because I’m never going to find anything in this place.

I mean, there’s only four rows of shelves, with actual chemicals being on opposite ends. Organic chemicals might be on the left side, but, at the same time, it could also be household products, while the right has your classic chemicals.

And there is no way I can understand how anyone can find anything here, apart from memorizing the shelves, on purpose or by accident.

I have to search slowly, vial of chemical by vial of chemical. There’s one just labelled, “Poison,” which would be descriptive if half the stuff in here couldn’t kill you. Easily.

Fitz, however, finds the mancas with zero difficulty.

How did you do that?

I take it and add it to a small tray so I can carry things back with me. Figuring it’d be easier to not bounce back and forth from the Healing Centre, I ask Fitz, “Can you find the forswigian? A one-tenth molar solution, if possible.”

“I don’t know what that means but I’ll try.”

It’s a mere few seconds before he asks, “Is this it?”

And it is. Down to the molarity, which wasn’t his doing but I still choose to be irritated.

I decide that I’m not going to find anything, and he seems to have a gift for this for some unknown reason. I find some space on my scratch paper and write down a list of everything I still need before giving it to him.

Two minutes. That’s how long it takes him to find a half dozen ingredients.

In this mess.

“Here you go,” he says, shifting around bottles in the tray to make space for the hlosian.

“How do you do this?” I have to ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not that hard.”

A wave of anger surfaces from his total apathy, because for some magical reason he can find his way around this place without any trouble.

Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t been conditioned with my Dad’s organization system.

Nah. It’s magic.

“You don’t understand how messed up the organization system here is.”

“Oh. Okay...”

“I’m going to make you find things if we have to do this again in the future. You don’t get a choice,” I snap.

“Not that bad of a punishment.”

Honestly, it’s more of a punishment for me. I get to stand here, useless, while he does stuff I should be able to do.

I turn and walk back to the Healing Centre without another word.

It’s definitely fun trying to balance a dozen bottles in a tiny tray without letting them make too much noise because glass clinking against glass is loud.

For the next hour or two-ish, my brain melts out of my ears, trying to take extra caution to not break anything of Elwin’s.

It doesn’t help that Fitz is watching the entire time. Distracting me, per usual.

And there’s no nice way to tell him to go away and let me focus.

Finally, cringing as I wait to see if the mixture reacts negatively to the forswigian, I announce, tentatively, “It hasn’t exploded, so I think we’re good. Probably. Maybe.”

Clearly concerned about something, Fitz says, “Cool…”

“And it hasn’t melted through the glass, which is a major bonus.”

“That’s a bonus? Were you going to give it to Keefe if it did?”

“There’s more things at the store that are perfectly safe to consume, assuming you take the proper amounts, but that’s how everything works. Even water. Don’t drink several litres in a short amount of time. It won’t be pretty. Like a third of the store is in clear plastic or something similar because they enjoy burning through glass.”

“Is this one of those?”

“Nah. That’s how you tell you did it just wrong enough to not blow a hole in the roof. At least in its normal concentration.”

“Alchemy safety standards are...very interesting.”

Even I can hear the sarcasm in that sentence. So you know it’s piled on thick.

“Yeah, well, you’ve been saved by alchemy more than once. So shut up.”

“Fair point,” he concedes.

A few seconds pass before I figure, “We should leave Elwin to let him do whatever he wants. You know, since I’m done and I have no clue why you’re still here.”

He shrugs, mouth forming a word before I get a telepathic message.

Am I not allowed to watch my boyfriend work?

I flush bright red on instinct, trying to piece myself back together.

“Elwin,” my voice cracks, although I’m not sure if this is because I can’t function or because it hates me. “Thanks again for letting me work here. We’re going to get going now, if you don’t mind getting rid of us. Bye!”

Voice slightly muffled by a closed office door, Elwin calls, “See you later!”

Fitz and I both walk backwards out the door, waving, even though he isn’t looking.

Slowly, we start to make our way down to the Leapmaster, mostly because we, or at least, I don’t want to go home quite yet.

The door swings shut, and Fitz asks, “You okay? But don’t just say yes because that’s how your brain was programmed.”

“You okay?”

“I mean, now, I’m worried about how you just blatantly dodged my question, but overall, not terrible.”

“What do you want me to say, then?”

“Maybe I want you to acknowledge that you’ve thrown yourself into this project for the past few hours to distract yourself from actually thinking about things. I can tell.”

“Fitzy, that’s just how I process things.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ignoring them until you don’t have to deal with them anymore?”

Suddenly defensive, I ask, “Remind me. Who made you a psychologist?”

He sighs, lacing his fingers with mine. “That doesn’t mean I can’t worry about my--about you.”

He should really know by now to not let my imagination run wild like this.

With what was he going to end that sentence? Was he going to call me his boyfriend again? Was it just the fact that there could maybe be someone listening? Or something else?

Did I do something to make him backtrack?

“And I’m trying to tell you that you don’t have to worry.”

“You say that like I can stop voluntarily. It doesn’t work like that. I’ve lived with my Dad and his ‘no reason to worry’ crap for my entire life. I would know.”

“And you say all of that like I’m not in the exact same boat. Godzilla was the one that threatened you.”

“We already dealt with that. Earlier today.”

“I refuse to believe that you’ve completely processed that.”

“This is entirely off topic but you should add the way you say process to your list.”

“I don’t have a list!”

He gives me a look.

“At least in the physical realm.”

“Knew it. But the whole Godzilla thing is a conversation for another time. Because I don’t think we can loiter here too much longer.”

Standing under the Leapmaster, I say, “I guess it is. But that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of it. See you tomorrow?”

“If not sooner.”

Fitz leans over, leaving the lightest brush of his lips against my cheek.

Unsurprisingly, my brain short circuits once again, and while I’m trying to fix it, he leaps away, smirking.

Although I may have imagined it.

I have to take a good thirty seconds before I stop feeling like I’ve just had to do a presentation for Elvin history with a half-finished slide deck because I forgot what day it was.

I’d rather not fade away because I was too gay to function.

When I do get home, I smile, knowing that everything’s back to how it should be.

By which I mean lots of screaming and an immortal ice yeti that for some stars forsaken reason won’t get shattered into a million pieces.

#kotlc #detz #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #kotlc fanfic

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bunnie-bits · 1 year

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oh my god 🫠😵‍💫 i thought going to sleep was going to make me less horny and now it's WORSE and my heart's racing sjsjfjjew. i went to go somewhere on a whim and, at least in the dream, there were a lot of ppl i knew or was supposed to hang with and i went over to one of their houses that had like 4 of them, and they were fighting over me for a sec and flipping me around like y'all can share (skipping a bunch of details but everyone wanted to fuck me at the event but couldn't even Say Hi so i was shocked lol), but then i got self conscious and was like wait i didn't think i was going to interact w anyone today can i shower first, so we all did, but they got ready Super quick and i had to catch up lmao. i just left in a towel bc why get dressed yk, but then heading back most/all of them were in one room or side of it, and there's was this other girlie in latex who was positioned above me (idk how i wound up on all fours) and 🥺🥺🥺🥺 she stuck out her hand and i crawled to her in my towel to grab it and press my cheek into her palms and then she stroked my face and it was Really sweet actually. but we were all really horny too and i was v subby over her, and i started licking and sucking on her fingers and like. i couldn't feel the suction that well but she was moaning about it so I tried more and more so iiiii could feel me sucking on her fingers until i woke myself up from it (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) i woke up RIGHT before my alarm was gonna go off too even though i only slept for like an hour but um. uh. 🫠 why do i have work today when i should be crawling to someone rn!!

#also lol i have something super complicated to do for work today but i just have a dream leather mommy on my mind #like PLEASE babe come back 😭 drag me back to dream world we aren't done omfgkdlskh #i never rly have sexy dreams so lol. it was such a lovely dream 🥺🥰#also it just . felt really sexy and intimate to give myself to someone unashamedly in front of others #others who wanted me too no less . they were so jealous 😭 what a dream!!

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yondzone · 3 years

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You fall in front of them - Hashira

You were going on a stroll with your crush but accidentally you fell because of the only stone of the road that wanted you dead.

fluff and stupidity under the cup

𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖔𝖐𝖆 𝕲𝖎𝖞𝖚𝖚

"Why are you hugging the ground?" giyuu say looking at you like you were a fish out of the water.

"Im not hugging the ground I fell"

"why did you fell"

Please hide your face full of murderous attend he may notice it and fell sad about that.

Just let him go and admit that you were hugging the ground because you were cold or because it looked warm and you wished for cuddle

If you swallow your pride and admit that he will surely ask you if you are cuddle starved and if you want something

...or he may just said that you are really peculiar

𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖜𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎

As you were walking chatting together, ultimately you fell down in front of your crush

You were not even aware of the fact that it was completely in his capacities to catch you he was just trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

After he realize your no longer next to him but on the ground he gently declare

"You suck" that's what sanemi thought was the best to say in this situation.

If a tear fall from your eyes he would completely stop smiling and panic, he’ll kneel to your level and give you a handkerchief he is always carrying

and ask you if you wish to go to the butterfly estate

if you are not the one to laugh at humiliation in front of your crush he’ll just propose to treat you at his home.

𝕶𝖞𝖔𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖔𝖐𝖚

"You won't fall lower than this at least" he say smiling and if you just stand here baffled by his positiveness he just carry you like you were a child which his enough to make you fell like dying from embarrassment

First you fall in front of your crush and then he just try to comfort you like you were a child that fell and was crying.

He’ll go buy you some sweet, still carrying you around the street

If you were not already dying of shame then this his the final blow.

Our sweet boy just wanted to see a smile on your face you know so just embrace the sun this man is.

𝕶𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖚

"Oh my is everything okay?" she calmly ask you

And start giving you enough thing to heal a deadly wounded person, its her way to show you that she cares.

Also tell you that you are too clumsy and shall work on it if you want to live, being clumsy could mean you’re death, don't worry its still her way to show that she cares about you, rigth?

"Don’t worry I’ll go and ask himejima-san if you can join his training every morning, don’t worry I won’t let you die".. I admit she have peculiar way of caring for someone but its just the way she is.

Im nice so I’ll give you one advice, quickly find away to explain that it was just today but that you are not clumsy and don’t need himejima-san special deadly training to survive and she may let you go

𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖀𝖟𝖚𝖎

"Pouahahah kakdkskaka" -Uzui probably

He knew you were going to fall, he sensed it but he did not feel like catching you.

Truthfully he laughed is ass off and was saying how you flamboyantly fell on your ass

You can be sure that in no time all the demon slayer corps know about this, event if it’s not that funny he which to tell everybody how funny this was.

Just go seek support with his wife there are the best they don’t reflect their marry.

It will takes some time but he will get over it and go and apologize to you

But again some time later he may (he certainly will) bring it out just for fun.

Both of you are like for example just drinking some good sake and he will said ‘remember that time you fell like dog shit’ and start cracking up will you are just standing there, no emotions on your face.

He may or may not pet your head and just say he was kidding after all who loves well chastises as well

𝕴𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝕺𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖎

As you were walking together and him thinking about something else, you were so engrossed in the conversation tat you fell, face first on the ground.

"I won't wait for you, waste of a human"

He deserve to have the stone that make you fall in his face, so you pick it up ready to trow it to his face but him being faster he come back in a sec in front of your face not so tenderly take the stone away from your hands and trow it away

In a way that made him wait for you right?

But dare say this to his face

"in the end you waited for me right"

oh no you dared

The man pride will get hurt and he will just speed up and in no time he his at the other side of the demon slayer corps HQ

Strangely during your next stroll all the stone of the road that could possibly make you fall all disappeared from the ground!

𝕳𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖆 𝕲𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖎

I don’t think it’s possible for gyomei to not catch you before you fall, i mean this man is the strongest. The only way you could possibly fall without him catching you before that would be that he his too mesmerized by you that he lowered his guard.

At the moment you fall he would still go to catch you but he was not as fast as normally so you fell.

And he had a lot of regret and though it was his fault you fell, his fault because he couldn't catch you because he was having impure though

So he pick you up and say :

"Were going to the butterfly estate"

Not letting your feet touch the ground again as he carry you (with only one arm of course)

It would take time to hide your embarrassment and explain to the butterfly estate that gyomei was being over dramatic and that you had nothing.

After this accident when you would take stroll he wouldn’t lower is guard anymore (but still let himself drowning in your cuteness) and would walk as close as he can to you so that the next time he could catch you.

𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖗𝖔𝖏𝖎 𝕸𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖎

You were both walking in a beautiful garden of her estate, hand locked together, you both are just talking and laughing, looking at each other in the eyes eventually,

You hit the stone, and unfortunately you take your love with you on your fall, no romanticism here she did not fell on top of your chest or some sort of thing like this, both of you are on the ground in position who would seem impossible to be natural.

She his the first who sit up on the ground then after a blank moment of realization, she start laughing giving you on of her most beautiful smile while she guffaws she say :

"Oh no i fell too!"

Her stupid smile and laugh are terrible, they are terrible for your heart. Not aware of the state her smile put you trough she asked :

‘‘are you hurt? you are as red as a tomato!’

𝕿𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔 𝕿𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔

“I like train” muichiro say while walking without looking at you nor looking at the ground.

You were dying behind him trying to match is walking speed with the little stamina your body held.

So you ask him to wait for you and he just say "who are you?"

So you look at him, then he looks at you, and then you still look at him, an embarrassing moment that end when he walk away

Then after 10 meters he realize, and turn back, look at you with puppy eyes, like in a movie you start running, arms wide open (in slow mo), but then you fall because of a little stone on the ground, modd killed, face licking the ground.

After the pain is gone you stand up and see that muichiro is no longer here.. he forgot you again! damn him!!

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a-very-tired-raven · 3 years

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I’ve never used tumblr before so sorry if I’m doing this wrong

I love your writing and I was wondering if se could get an x reader fic with spamton where the reader has a small portable instrument (melodica, ocarina, ect) that they carry around town with them and play? Thank you for reading my request!

What's up Broski! Welcome to this burning mess of a website! And nah man your fine :) just remember if you settle down here there is no escape from tumblr lol. You should run before it's to late(or stay if you want! We welcome you with open arms and disturbingly funny memes)

Sorry it took a week to answer I needed some motivation 😅 I wanted to do this as soon as I saw it because I play instruments myself! I hope you don't mind the instruments I used! I also made this in an AU where everyone's on the surface!

•A Special Little Tune•

There was a nice gentle autumn breeze going by today Spamton thought as he walked down the busy little town. People and monsters alike were rushing all around getting ready for the carnival coming to town later tonight, it really was exciting Spamton thought to himself as he continued down the shaded path. He had never been to a carnival before and he figured he'd give it a go, I mean you really only live once right? Plus he will admit the cosmo candy apples did sound delicious.

After a few more moments of walking he stopped abruptly. He looked to the side, where..where did that beautiful tune come from? He followed the sound, seemly hypnotized by the unique melody. Eventually, after side stepping countless monsters he found what he was looking for.

There! Standing on a curb was a human playing an absolutely mesmerizing song. You seemed lost in your own little world as you played your trumpet with ease.

Along next to you stood one other human and monster, one had a harmonica at least he thought thats what they call it and the other had a guitar. Your unique little trio played together in amazing harmony and practiced ease.

He stood there in wonder for what seemed forever as you played, and played, and played.

Eventually he was disappointed to hear the song end. His disappointment immediately turned into panic as he realized you were all packing up.

He ran over and dropped a hefty tip in your jar. While you all packed up he awkward stood there. He didn't really know why, he just kinda felt the need to speak to you.

You all finished quickly and you finally turned to him.

"Can I help you with something little dude?" You had an amused but curious face staring down at his small form. You'd noticed He'd been watching you play for a long time, seeming to have been in a trance.

He anxiously snapped out of his spell and looked you in the face.

"Heh I just wanted to tell you that you played..really well? It was rather lovely.."

He fumbled over his words trying to figure out exactly how to say what he wanted to say, while you just stood there clearly amused with his rambling.

"-nd it's really great you can clearly see how much practice you all put in to it and I um...I hope to hear it again...some time?"

You turned your head and gave your small crew the "Gimme a sec!" Sign and turned back around. "Heh,thanks a lot little man I'm flattered you like it really." You paused for a moment in thought. "Say.. you really like our music right?"

Spamton immediately nodded with excitement. You chuckle at how enthusiastic he looked.

"And ya wanna hear more right?" Again he nodded so hard he made himself dizzy.

"Hmm well I suppose I can make an arrangement.." You tapped your chin in thought for a moment as spamton restlessly waited for your reply.

"Y'know the carnival that's coming to town in a few hours"

Spamton felt confused for a moment "Uh yeah? What about it?"

You gave a soft smile "Well you see my little friend, me an' my buds over there are gonna playing there. Right on this big stage, as one of the big events. Can't miss it"

Spamton couldn't believe his ears..were your trio really that popular? Popular enough to be considered big shots? And to play at a yearly carnival? "Oh wow.. that's impressive" You nod in agreement.

"Mhm and I was thinkin.. you wind up coming to the carnival tonight and to our show on time you can be my special guest and come right up on stage. Get to experience the magic first hand and alla that." You shrugged and waved your hands when you finished.

He blinked at you for a moment. "Wait..really? I can come up on stage with you and all of those people?" He couldn't believe it. All those humans and monsters.. staring at all of you with glee... and he could hear your absolutely mesmerizing songs..

"If you get there on time then yeah. Show starts around 9:30 sharp. Don't miss it." You start to walk off but turn around last second right when he was about to thank you. "Oh and here you might need this." You handed him a card.

"It's kinda like a VIP pass" You explained when he gave you an odd look. "Except it's for the dudes back stage so they know who my special guest will be" You laughed at how excited he looked.

"Thank you, so much...I can't wait to hear more of your music." And when he looked up you were gone without a trace. He blinked for a few seconds and looked back down at the little card

"The Coven Calls." Huh..so that was your little groups name. He smiled to himself, he could barely wait to see you again.

After hours of getting ready, exploring what the carnival had to offer, and anxiously pacing holes in the ground it was finally 9:27. He double checked his watch and ran straight to the middle of the carnival, hurriedly trying to fund the stage.

After a few seconds of stressing he found it. There, right in the middle a huge stage with a huge sign and stood there in awe for a few moments. Wow you weren't kidding when you said you can't miss it were you?

With only a few minutes left to spare her ran up the short flights up stairs that were in the back of the huge build. He stopped in front of two huge monsters keeping guard.

One of them held out a hand while the other looked down at him. "You got a pass kid?" He asked Spamton.

Spamton immediately shot up straight and whent digging in his pocket. "Oh! um yes here..where is it..." He held up a single finger "Heh please excuse me for a moment."

After a few beats of silence and awkward searching He pulled out the pass you gave him and handed it to the monster with his hand out. After confirming with each that this indeed was the special guest invited they both nodded and stepped aside.

He immediately ran through and worked his way through to the side of the stage. After waiting for a few moments he seen you and your two buddies up on the center of the stage with everything set up. Right before you started you turned and winked at him before facing the crowd once more.

You took your mic and spoke with great confidence. "What's up everybodyy! How we doin' tonight?!" The crowd immediately cheered various different responses. "That's awesome!" You gave the crowd an easy grin. "Now! Before we start I'd like to thank the big boss-man for inviting me and my crew here!"

The whole audience burst out with laughter and soft chuckles. "Heh, we're happy to be here!" Your two buddies gave nods of agreement. "And second! I'm sure all of you have been curious for who the mystery man would be,and I proud to present to you all! Welcome to the one and only, Spamton G Spamton!!"

Spamton let out a surprised yelp as he was shoved into the center of the stage right beside your group, as hundreds of people cheered and clapped at his introduction. He beamed at the attention of everyone as he smiled and wintroduction.

This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for! Hundreds of people and monsters cheering at his introduction. He hadn't noticed the chair that'd been slid behind him and was startled when he was pulled into a sitting position.

When the crowd finally died down you gave him a brief thumbs up and picked your microphone back up. "Thank you everyone! and now the moment you all have been craving! Presenting one and only trio.. Coven Calls! Now lemme hear you give us a call!"

And with that the crowd erupted into cheers and you all started playing. He sat there for hours getting absolutely lost in the music. Spamton didn't notice the soft look he was giving you at all.

After a while Spamton was a bit confused on why he wasn't enjoying his stage time more, this was what he had always had wanted right? His dream?..

After a moment he realized why he really wanted to be here and finished watching you play.

After about 3 hours had passed you all played your final song and the audience all cheered like they never have before(including spamton, he was right there clapping and cheering with everything he had in him).

The three of you let out your signature grins and poses as you shouted "And Thank you!! Thank you ALL of coming and have a radical night everyone!" And with that, the curtains closed.

He immediately stood up and nervously walked over to your merry little band as you all packed up. When you had finished you looked back down at him once more.

You gave a cheery smirk as you crossed your arms "Well, little dude? What'd ya think of out performance? You enjoy it?" You genuinely asked him.

He gave you a bashful smile as a warm peach spread across his face. "Yes, I certainly did. It was marvelous, absolutely stunning and I'd love to hear you play again sometime."

You faltered for a moment. "T-Thanks man that means a lot. And I believe I could arrange something." You gave a soft smile as you spoke.

Spamton suddenly felt a little anxious as he was trying to gather what he wanted to say. "Could I speak with you for a moment?" He gave a pleading smile. You gave a confused look but sighed and told your guys to give you a moment. They nodded and whent to put everyone's equipment up.

You smiled and leaned againt one of the support beams. "Alrighty,go ahead."

He sighed and gave you a determined look before speaking. "Look Y/N,I've always wanted to be someone big,or at least please a crowd and make them happy to see me. Thanks to you I got to do that today." Your smile dropped for a moment before he continued with a nervous smile.

"I was a bit confused as to why I was taking this moment for granted when I realized. I wasn't excited because I was on stage,I was excited to stand there and listen to you play. You play beautifully and I don't think I've ever heard someone play an instrument as well as that." You look completely lost but nodded.

He sighed. "Look what I trying to say here is that your truly talented and I want want listen to play again one day. Many days in fact. So.. would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime? " He anxiously twiddle his fingers as he waited for your response with a mad blush on his face,

You were stunned into silence with a blood red blush on your face. After a beat of silence you recovered and looked down at him with a suddenly shy smile.

"Heh.. yeah, I'd like that man. I really would.."

Spamton couldn't believe his ears. He gave you a crazy grin as you let out a chuckle.

"How about tomorrow? 6PM sharp?" You suggested.

"Yeah that'd be fine."

He followed you as you walked down the stage as you both happily discussed your plans, completely ignoring the smug look your band mates were giving you.

jsbshsNDBSNSN I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD. IM TIRED- THIS TOOK SO LONG- PLEASE ENJOY IT I BEG-

#ravenwrites #raven writes #Spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton x reader #deltarune spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton dr #dr spamton #jdhshshs this took so long #EdgyAnswers #edgy answers

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