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invisibleraven · 4 months

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"I would never regret a thing in my life, since it led me to you."

Peterpatterlina

PROMPT #800 BABY! Couldn't have gotten here without all of you, but especially my canoe crew who are my constant support and dearest friends. Love you all!

If there was once place on Earth more hated than a hospital, Julie had yet to find it. She hated the weird smell that never seemed to leave her nose until long after. She hated the cafeteria food that always seemed so bland and tasteless-even the pudding, and how did someone mess up pudding? She hated the constant noise from the machines and alerts and various people coming and going.

But most of all she hated seeing her mother in here.

Rose who was so jubilant and full of life was now a pale reflection of her former self as she willingly pumped poison into her veins to hopefully fight the cancer threatening her life. She still tried to stay happy and upbeat for her family, but the chemo was taking it's toll, and her smiles didn't reach her eyes any more.

"You don't have to come with me every time mija," Rose assured her. "And you definitely don't have to stay in here. Why not go exploring, see if there's any kids your age you can hang out with?"

Julie was reluctant to leave her mom, but her father practically pushed her out so she supposed the choice was made for her. She knew she didn't have to come, Carlos didn't, and she bet he was having a great time with tia right now. But her mom had always called her a good luck charm, so maybe, just maybe that would help?

She would rather believe that than the fact that her mother was slowly dying.

So she wandered the halls, until a kindly nurse pointed her to the children's longue, a place where both the sick kids and visitors could just relax. It was pretty empty, save a lone boy with a giant clunky cast on his leg who was playing a game, the tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth.

"Whatcha playin'?" she asked as she took a seat next to him on the lumpy couch.

"Mario, you ever play?" he asked, voice rough and with a tiny hint of a twangy accent. Julie noticed how the fluorescent lights washed him out, but she could see a spray of freckles across his cheeks and nose, which fascinated her-she'd never seen someone with so many freckles before.

"I've played a bit with my brother, though he's way better at it than I am," she replied. "I could never get him to the top of the flagpole like you can."

"You want me to teach you?" he asked, turning to her, the full force of his green eyes hitting her, and Julie had to clench her hands by her sides so as to not play with her curls.

"Sure," she said, and the boy-Reggie-handed her the controller, explaining what to do, giving her tips and secrets on how to get a high score in the game. "How do you know so much about this?"

"I've been here a while," Reggie explained, pointing to his foot. "This is going to be my third or fourth surgery on it, and that means a lot of downtime. So I've gotten pretty good. Plus my grandparents got me a Nintendo for my Bar Mitzvah last year."

"Are there any other games here?" Julie asked, excited to see what else they could play together. She liked Reggie-there was a sadness around him, yes, but he never stopped smiling, and making her laugh with little jokes and comments as she stumbled through each level of the mushroom kingdom.

"Tons!" Reggie enthused, and went through the collection that was there. Julie didn't really want to play Duck Hunt-guns were a big nope for her, but Zelda sounded right up her alley-she loved stories about adventure and princesses.

They whiled away a good chunk of the afternoon playing games together, just chatting and laughing. Nothing too deep, but she told Reggie why she was here and he gave her a sympathetic smile, squeezing her hand. He told her he had been in a bad car accident, thus his mangled foot, but his grandparents smuggled him in good food so he didn't have to put up with the awful pudding.

"Mija?"

Julie turned and there was her papi, smiling kindly at her. "It's time to go. Your mami is tired and I think she'd much prefer to nap at home."

She nodded, but then paused. "If you're still here next week can we play more Zelda?" she asked Reggie.

"I'll be here, recovery time is long," he assured her.

"Then I'll be sure to bring you some real pudding," she promised, and Reggie laughed aloud at that.

Julie and her father left the room, but a nurse caught them down the hallway. "Were-were you just in the game room with Reggie?" she asked.

"Yes," Julie answered. "Was I not supposed to be?"

"No no, nothing like that," the nurse assured her. "But...I heard him laugh?"

"Yeah, we were joking about the pudding here," Julie said, confused.

"Sweetheart, Reggie hasn't spoken more than two words since his accident almost six months ago," the nurse said. "So if you managed to make him crawl out of his shell, well you must be some sort of angel. Do you think you would mind coming back to play with him again?"

"I'll be back next week," Julie assured her. She felt a wave of pity for Reggie-did he have no friends to come visit him? What about his family, couldn't they get him to talk? So Julie made it her mission to come as often as she could, and make Reggie laugh as often as possible.

So she did-every week she went with Rose to the hospital, and hung out with Reggie. Some weeks he was more subdued than others, whispering he was in pain, but always lit up when Julie handed him a pilfered snack from her house, often a pudding, like their little private joke.

Even after Rose entered remission, she still asked to go visit Reggie, and her parents were more than happy to let her. "You're a good friend to this boy mija," Rose told her. "I hope he gets out of there soon though."

"Me too," Julie replied.

It was only a few weeks later that fate intervened-Reggie told Julie he was finally going to be released. But unfortunately, he was going home with his grandparents, back to Georgia. "They've been away from the farm too long as it is, and there's no one else..." he trailed off.

Julie knew this of course, how he and his mom had left his abusive dad and come to LA to make a new life. How the car accident that broke Reggie's foot took his mom's life. That his grandparents had come to look after him while he recovered.

But she still cried at the thought of losing him. "We could always write?' he suggested tearily. Julie agreed, and got his address before leaving. It wouldn't be the same as spending their afternoons playing games and talking together, but it would at least be something.

Reggie hated the cold. Why oh why did the most prestigious game design school have to be in the North East? More so why couldn't he have been happy enough going to a school back home in Georgia, or even in LA? But of course, he knew why. He wanted to make games that would help kids just like Mario and Zelda had helped him. And to do that, he had to come to this school even though the cold made his foot ache, the ice and snow were not great for moving around in when you relied on a cane, and he missed MeeMaw and Pops so bad he could scream.

He just had to reassure himself that it would be worth it in the end, even as he hobbled through the crowds trying to get home.

"Reggie!"

He could have sworn he heard a voice calling his name-it wasn't like Reggie was all that common. But when he looked around, he couldn't see anyone he knew. But then, there it was again, a little closer.

"Reggie! Reggie Peters! Your princess is in another castle!"

Finally she came into view-Julie Molina, all grown up, but still recognizable even seven years later. They had kept in touch with letters for a bit, but then lost it after Rose's cancer came back. Reggie always felt bad about that, wishing he had tried harder for the girl who had gotten him through one of the worst parts of his adolescence.

"You got a fire flower or something for me at least?" he said with a grin and then opened his arms for a hug, holding her tight as she rushed in to accept it. Her curls were cut shorter, but still just as curly. Her smile was just as vibrant, and God Reggie had missed her. "What the heck are you doing here Molina?"

"I could ask the same of you!" she exclaimed, smacking his shoulder. "I'm here for college, studying graphic design!"

"Same, only for games!" Reggie replied. "Gosh it's good to see you again, you have time for a coffee?"

Julie bit her lip and shook her head. "Sorry, I've actually got to get to class, but give me your number, we can meet up?"

Reggie nodded and handed over his card, taking hers in turn and waving as she got on her train before hobbling off home. He sighed as he finally got to sit down, and pulled out the card that Julie gave him.

"Whatcha got there bud?" Luke asked as he slumped down on the couch next to him. "Ooh, got a number?"

"It's not like that you doof," Reggie said, shoving him away playfully. "This is from Julie, we were friends as teens, and I ran into her in the station. Apparently she's here studying graphic design."

"Oh cool," Luke said, snuggling back into Reggie's side, and by this time, Reggie had gotten used to his cuddly nature-having lived together for a few years made you used to a lot of things. "She a good artist?"

Reggie recalled the various doodles that covered his casts during his hospital stay-Julie insisting on signing it as it was blank when she met him. Even though Reggie told her he would be getting an new one after his surgery.

"Well I'll sign that one too," she had said with a grin-and she did. Reggie had honestly been a little sad to see them cut off and all Julie's artwork destroyed.

"Yeah she really is," Reggie mused.

"Well then call her!" Luke insisted. "Even if not for dates, just to reconnect. Or hell, you need a designer for your game right?"

"Well it's your game too," Reggie reasoned.

"Eh," Luke shrugged. "I wrote the story and music, but you helped with both of those, and you're doing all the programming."

"Maybe," Reggie said, looking at the card again. "Maybe."

It turned out that Julie was very interested in making a game with Reggie, and that summer it was a familiar sight to find her in Luke and Reggie's apartment making the art and helping Reggie play test sequences with each character.

Luke was absent, as his parents insisted he return home to his folks house but he happily let them use the apartment, and claimed he couldn't wait to see what they had gotten done when he returned-and to meeting Julie, since fate hadn't allowed that to happen thus far.

Reggie loved that summer-he and Julie renewed their friendship, they worked together constantly, and while he didn't experience any pain-that would never be a reality for him-he found it lessened due to him keeping busy. Plus Luke had made their apartment as handi capable as possible, so he barely had to use his cane.

Sure, Luke had claimed he would get lost in the clutter if they let it build up, but Reggie knew the truth. Luke was determined to look after him, and while some would resent that, Reggie loved being cared for, and appreciated how much Luke did to make his life easier. And it wasn't like Reggie didn't do anything for him-he made sure Luke went to all his classes and performances on time, as he was involved in the school's music program, and even helped the orchestra for the drama department while he got his English and Musical Composition degrees.

Reggie had even gone to every showing of the school's production of Macbeth, just because Luke was down in the pit every night, and it was his composition that they used to signify the storm-a raucous, crashing thing that made you really feel like the weather was about to change.

That was the only drawback of the summer-that Luke wasn't there. So when he returned, Reggie was almost fit to burst, pulling him in for a hug almost immediately.

"Missed you too buddy," Luke whispered into his shoulder. They broke apart then, exchanging slightly watery smiles before Luke coughed and cast his eyes over to where Julie was standing. "Hi, you must be Julie!"

"And you must be Luke," she replied, giving a little oof as he caught her in a hug. "Oh, you're a hugger."

Luke stepped back then, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry. It's a thing."

"It's okay," Julie assured him, "But maybe a little warning next time?" She then offered him a smile. "Now I wanna pick your brain about a few plot points of your story..."

By the end of the summer, they had made good progress on their game, but it was nowhere near done. "We can still work on it," Julie said, "Just not at the same rate."

Reggie sighed in defeat. He knew they weren't going to finish the game, but he had hoped they would be a bit further along. "Maybe... maybe I should take the semester off? Keep at it?"

"Reg you can't do that, your education is important!" Julie insisted.

"It's also extremely expensive, and my grandparents can only help so much," Reggie explained. "A semester off would be a big help to them, and I can always do a class or two through distance if I want."

"I would love to take the semester off too, but since my folks are paying the rent here, I need to stay in school to keep a roof over our heads," Luke lamented. "But my part of things is essentially over anyways."

"We still need to figure out a lot of the score mister," Julie answered him. "Hire musicians and the like."

"Why would we need to do that?" Luke asked. "I play guitar, Reggie plays almost everything, our friend Alex does drums, we just need a vocalist."

Julie was silent at that for a moment. "I-I could do it."

Luke grinned, and handed her the song they had written for the end credits-a lilting ballad that spoke of their main character's journey and her longing to find a place she belonged. A bit cliché, but it was leagues better than Girl In The Tower which had gotten legit radio play, so Luke figured they were good.

Only when Julie started singing, both guys were blown away. Her voice was angelic, the perfect one to elevate the song into greatness. They sat there stunned for a bit after she finished until Luke cleared his throat. "I think you've got the job Molina."

She beamed with happiness, jumping up and down and then ran off to call her dad. Luke turned to Reggie. "How come you never told me she could sing like that?"

"I didn't know!" Reggie insisted.

Later on that night after Julie had gone home, Luke looked at Reggie. "Would you be mad if I asked Julie out?"

An unpleasant feeling settled in Reggie's gut at that, which was ridiculous. Luke and Julie were his two best friends, incredibly well suited for each other, why shouldn't they be happy together? "Maybe wait until the game is done?"

"That's fair," Luke conceded. "And you're sure you don't mind?"

"Why would I mind?" Reggie asked. Luke looked at him queerly for a moment then shook it off, wishing Reggie a good night, a sentiment Reggie echoed. But he found that he couldn't sleep that night, and the feeling in his gut never did go away.

It took nearly a year, but they finally finished their game. One of Reggie's professors was going to help them shop it around to different publishers, but the game was done!

"This calls for a celebration!" Luke exclaimed, pulling out a bottle of champagne, pouring them all a glass. Their various friends were scattered around, all of them involved in the process in some way, and they had all ssured the trio the game was amazing.

Reggie toasted but put the glass down-he didn't drink, not after the hell his dad had put him and his mom through. He didn't think about the man often, couldn't really care less where he was. But that memory of whiskey laden breath and heavy hands would never leave him.

Plus his stomach was roiling as he watched Luke pull Julie aside, watched her light up as he spoke, and then-she pulled him in for a kiss. Not a friendly peck, but a deep, romantic kiss that made Reggie have to look away.

God, what was wrong with him? He knew it was coming, had seen the sparks fly between them. It must be the stress of the past year and the anxiety over selling the game getting to him.

"I need some air," he said to no one, as the party raged on around him. He grabbed his cane and went out to walk a little-it usually hurt to do so for too long, but it also always helped clear his head. He was sure he would be back before anyone noticed.

Only he still couldn't get the image of Luke and Julie kissing out of his head, and eventually sat down on a bench. Why did it bother him so much? He never reacted this way when he saw other couples kiss. Heck he'd seen Luke go through a bevvy of girls and guys when they first started living together... though that had started to bother him after a while. He had chalked it up to Luke being careless with his body and heart, and after he voiced his concerns, Luke seemed to have been perpetually single.

Did... did he just not want to be left alone? Was that it?

He was sure Luke and Julie would still make time for him even if they started dating. But it wouldn't be the same. No more late nights chatting until the sun came up about everything and anything. No more of Luke quoting Macbeth ad nauseum due to months of shows, with Julie and Reggie playing the other parts. No more sunrise runs for cheap fast food to keep going even though they should sleep, and then passing out in a pile on the couch.

No more waking up to Julie and Luke snuggled into his side, or making sure he had someone by his side for his appointments. No more of Julie's sunny smile meant only for him, or Luke's teasing as Reggie made eggs for them since Luke was hopeless in the kitchen. No more movie nights or trying out new games together, no more tears when the doubt set in that they were wasting their time trying to make this game.

Reggie rubbed at his chest, as if that would make the pain go away. Kept picturing Luke and Julie, and wishing he was there. Not instead of them, but with them.

"Oh fuck," he swore. "I'm in love with them."

He had to tell them-they didn't keep secrets-and even if it ruined everything, he couldn't bare them not knowing, and living a life where he was silent about his unrequited feelings.

He got up, heading back towards the apartment, going as fast as he could. Only he didn't see the curb, and slipped, feeling the pain radiating through his ankle as he fell. Or the blackness that set in as his head hit the concrete.

Reggie hates hospitals.

He knows he's in one before he even opens his eyes-the smell, the beeping, the feeling of various tubes in him. He blinks open his eyes and sees the same generic tiled ceiling and groans.

"Oh thank God you're awake."

Reggie turns his head, and there is Luke and Julie, looking equally worried and relieved. "Hey guys," he rasps. "How long was I out?"

"Few hours, but you still had us worried sick," Julie admonishes. "We didn't even know you'd left the party until Luke got a call from the hospital as your emergency contact!"

"Sorry, needed some air," Reggie replies, and sighs when Luke puts the straw of a juice box to his lips, allowing him to drink, "Didn't mean to slip and knock myself out."

"And bust your ankle," Luke said apologetically.

"Of course I did," Reggie moans.

The doctor has worse news for him-a bunch of pins had come loose-his foot is even more mangled. "It might be time to let it go son," he cautions.

He takes a lot of time to consider it-they always told him it was a possibility-and Reggie had held on for longer than he probably should have to the old thing. So he agrees to the procedure, even though it will mean even more time in this dreaded place.

The night before the surgery, Luke and Julie are by his side. Julie jokes that she won't have a cast to design on now, but Reggie jests she can always glam up the prosthetic he's getting. She lets out a sob at this.

"Too dark?" Reggie asks.

"No, it's just... when Luke first got that call, we were both fearing the worst," she explains. "We thought we had lost you. And we realized... we couldn't bear to lose you."

"We love you Reg," Luke piped up. "Not as a friend, but as the person... our person. The one person we want to be with."

"Me? The both of you?" Reggie squeaked.

"You," Julie said, squeezing his hand. "You make our heart containers full."

Reggie laughed uproariously at that, wiping a tear from his eye. "I love you guys too. And I will tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow."

"That's my line," Luke chuckled.

"Mine now," Reggie said, and grinned as his partners leaned in to kiss him.

The night of the Game Awards, Reggie wasn't nervous. Their game had done phenomenally well, and even if they didn't win, he had something better than a dumb old trophy-he had Luke and Julie on his arms. They were far better, plus it meant he could leave his cane at home-they would keep him upright.

But it was still a shock when their names were called, and Reggie beamed as they helped him up the stairs-he was still getting used to his new prosthetic, all covered in Julie's doodles and Luke's song lyrics.

He watched them both speak, thanking everyone they needed to before ceding the mic to Reggie.

"I haven't had the easiest life," he stated. "It's been one quest after another, and I've barely made it out of some of them with all my hearts intact. But I would never regret a thing in my life, since it led me to you. The both of you, and I wouldn't be standing here without your support, your talent, and your love. Thank you."

Julie and Luke leaned in, kissing his cheeks, and Reggie smiled brighter than the blinding lights as they led him off the stage, never once letting him stumble or fall. And they never would.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms #this is very much based on tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow-but you don't have to read it to get the context #gosh this got long

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deanwinchesterpregnant · 9 months

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b-sides & rarities

– for @wincestwednesdays flash event prompt 3: radio

Dean never liked to listen to the radio. Always claimed even the classic rock stations were trash; for every seven or eight good songs they’d play something he hated that wasn’t even technically the right genre, and don’t you understand that with my tapes that just ain’t an issue, Sammy? And besides, he always said, with that force in his voice that meant he was gearing up for a big rant, there’s no annoying-voiced disc jockeys to piss him off when it’s a cassette playing instead of the goddamn radio.

I got it, I guess. Commercials could be grating, and so could having to fiddle with the dial every time we got out of the territory of one radio tower and into the next. But as a kid it mostly just pissed me off. I wanted to be normal so badly, and I was convinced that normal included a family that would let you listen to Top 40 or the alt station. I was convinced it meant a brother who wasn’t trying so hard to emulate our father that he kept a box of the same exact tapes Dad had in his truck, under his passenger seat.

I was wrong, of course. Having parents that were stuck in their ways music-wise was maybe the most normal thing about our family, but I never really got close enough with anybody to discuss it. I had friends at some schools, sort of, but I never wanted to talk about Dad and Dean always had enough of a reputation around town that I never wanted to bring him up. I was jealous, of course I was, but I kept telling myself that was about the way girls flocked to him and not about the girls being with him in general.

A part of me knew, though. A part of me knew that my obsession with the girls and normalcy and an ordinary family with everyday jobs had to do with my feelings for Dean. The jealousy, the pining. In the end, I guess that worked out for me. It just took years and years of situations nobody should ever have to be put in first.

I don’t think I’d trade my life for anything, despite all the bullshit; sure there’s things that I wish had never happened and things that I wish neither of us had to ever experience. Dad, too. And Mom. But, I don’t know. It’s hard to think of a life lived without him, or a life lived where he’s just my brother and we have an appropriate relationship between us. A life lived where even if we were close – and there was always the chance that we wouldn’t have even been close – I’d never know his touch or what his voice sounds like when he’s about to finish or see him, however occasionally, in his most vulnerable moments. Even if that would’ve made things easier when he went, I don’t think I’d have wanted it.

Anyway, I don’t really take the car out, but I don’t listen to the radio either. Feels like one thing I can do to honor his memory, I guess. Maybe it’s stupid, I don’t know. But it’s nice to think about him cracking a smile, telling me he’s proud, even if I’ve moved on from cassettes straight to music on my phone. No annoying ass commercials, right? He’d say it with a grin. I can hear it; he’s talking all muffled from tearing at beef jerky with his teeth. No stupid deejays, huh? Only you and the music.

On days when it really fucking sucks, because there are days when it really fucking sucks, and I want to just end it all, I will actually go ahead and put on one of his tapes. The dad rock, the mullet rock, the Zeppelin I’ve heard so many times I could sing along just fine if I wanted to. It’s not only me and the music. There’s somebody else around.

#wincest #wincest wednesday #ww ficlet #spike words #cw one tiny line of suicidal ideation

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lloke · 3 days

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I am a person who tends to get very emotionally attached to physical objects -- mostly things that have nostalgic memories attached to them, favorite toys from my childhood and so forth. I've been like this ever since my second birthday, when I was so attached to the cake that I cried when my mom started cutting it. This was only the first of the many conflicts I've had over the years with my mom, a Marie Kondo type whose favorite hobby is throwing things away and who really does not understand why I would ever want to keep something around that doesn't have any immediate practical use.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm like this because my episodic memory is unusually poor, so if I don't hold onto these mementos I just won't have anything of the past left. People often think I have a good memory because I can rattle off all sorts of facts about my fandoms or other obsessive interests; but the only reason I remember all that stuff is because I'm so deeply immersed in the topic in question -- I've read it/content about it over and over again, I'm constantly following discussions of it online, etc., which of course makes it stick in my head. But I actually have a very poor memory for things I've only read/watched/experienced once, and I find that very sad and frustrating. Like I'll read a book and a year or two later I'll barely remember anything about it -- as if it passed right through my brain and out the other side without leaving anything behind at all. It makes me feel like all the time I spend reading books is largely wasted, since I retain so little of what I read. Meanwhile I have a friend who's able to recite in detail the plot of a movie he only saw once a decade ago. My family went on all these great trips to national parks and stuff when I was a kid and gave us all these great experiences and I don't remember any of it (while Dad will still remember what corner of the parking lot we parked in on our trip to Yellowstone in 1997 or whatever).

Given that memory is closely tied to emotion, maybe my being less emotional than other people is part of why I have such a bad memory. But it sucks -- losing your memory feels like losing your self. And when someone dies, and now they remain only in your memory -- but you barely even have any of that?

Mom also doesn't have the best memory in the world, though -- and it's getting worse as she gets older -- so I don't know if this can really explain the difference between our attitudes toward sentimental possessions. I don't know if "I need this stuff because my memory sucks" would mean anything to her. I think she prefers to focus on the present so she doesn't really understand wanting to dwell on the past.

I was looking through some old journals and things that I've held onto from elementary school and one of the writing prompts I had been given apparently was "something you will always remember" and I described an event (an occasion when I lost some beloved toys) which I have no memory of now. But in a sense I was right that I would always remember it -- because I wrote it down, and I kept that notebook all these years. If this is all that I can have of my past -- the scribblings of a child whose mindset my 35-year-old brain can no longer even really conceive of, much less remember what it was like to actually be that person -- well, then I guess I'll take it.

#personal #my brain

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harmonysummertimemadness · 18 days

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Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖Hermione, Your Brother is Scary

Hermione, Your Brother is Scary by AsteRaven It's my precious baby sister's first day at Hogwarts, and there's already some boy stuck to her side. I reluctantly left her alone for the train ride, and there's already some runt trying to steal her away. To my surprise, it's the Boy-Who-Lived. Doesn't matter though, I'm still gonna kill the boy. But why does he look so... haunted?

Not at all that many Harmony fics where Hermione has a sibling. Took the sibling idea and tweaked it a little for the drabble promotion! But still a fun idea that could go a million ways.

Also just two more days until claiming/posting starting May 1st!

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Hermione fidgeted under Harry’s stare as they stood across the street from her childhood home. “You lied about what, exactly?”

“I didn’t lie exactly! I just didn’t clarify or perhaps expand if you will properly on some things…” Hermione said carefully.

“Hermione,” Harry said warningly.

“Look, so you remember all those skiing vacations I went on? Well. We skied for some of it, but mostly we were just visiting family.”

“You family…?”

“Well. You see, when I was born, there was a bit of a dispute going on between our family and another and when I was threatened my dad stepped down you see, and my older brother took over. We moved over here because my parents were getting older.”

Harry if anything looked more dubious as her explanation continued. “You have an older brother?”

“I actually have four.” Hermione grinned. “I’m the youngest. But I don’t see them often because they live in New York and it would be dangerous for my location to be discovered. But now with it just being us and well, our lives are being threatened anyway, so it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“I’m still confused about how this will help us,” Harry admitted.

“Well…. Let me introduce you and then maybe we can plan?” Hermione said, tugging Harry’s hand toward her house.

Her rapid knocks were answered by a tall, muscular man dressed in a black suit. A bulge near his arm betrayed the fact that a weapon was underneath. “And where have you been? Mom has been worried out of her mind and you just go off without telling anyone, thinking you're safe with all those robe-wearing weirdos!”

“Andy!” Hermione jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. “We’re kind of in a bit of trouble, so don’t chew me out in front of my best friend. I told him you’d help us.”

“Who is bothering you?” demanded another black-suited figure, his hair darker and slicked back. “I’d like to see how they use magic to dodge a bullet!”

“Really, Hermione already told us they use knives. We should show them how us non-magical people cut a body.” Announced another individual, shoving the second aside.

“Idiots. They can get into your mind! Like Professor X. We need to find something that blocks them. Hermione, I have several prototypes —” began another black-suited man holding various helmets of different compositions.

Hermione looked back at Harry’s dumbfounded expression. “Well, you see, my family is a bit different from other families.”

Andy finally let go of Hermione and kept an arm around her, holding her close to his side as he told Harry with absolute sincerity. “We are the Camorra and anyone who threatens our baby sister is going to be sleeping with the fishes.”

“Andy!” Hermione scolded. “Don’t scare my friend.”

Harry took in the five men dressed in black suits and the last name and easily made the connection to one of the most notorious crime families in America. Then Harry thought about all the things Hermione had done. Setting fire to a teacher. Using the Centaurs to get rid of Umbridge. Trapping Skeeter in a jar. Scarring Marietta Edgecombe with the word snitch across her face.

“No,” he told Hermione seriously, “this makes a ton of sense.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #harmione #harmony #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger #hp fandom #hp fests #fest #harmony microfic #drabble

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Prompt: Answer this with five tracks you think represent your character best! If you don't have an OC, do it for a character you love!

Thank you to @shiinzhon for the tag! Lemme tag @unhingedravenclawstuff @wrenegade-accio @sallowslytherin @parselmouthedmelinae @holisticpearliegeek @catohphm and whoever else wants to do this!

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Without further ado, here we go. Each song has a particular meaning in Elias' life. I'll break down each one as best as I can and perhaps provide some bonus tracks.

1. "Happy & Sad" by Kacey Musgraves

Kacey Musgraves explained that "Sometimes I find myself not being able to enjoy the height of a good moment because I start thinking about the fact that it’s about to be over." Since the trauma of the Philippine revolution affected him so deeply to the point that he lost so many people he cared about, Elias became a very cautious person, feeling like the highs he feels now will become lows very soon.

2. "Eyes Shut" by Years & Years

Y&Y frontman and songwriter Olly Alexander said, "The song is about self preservation and wanting to hide from disaster." This song is like a sort of follow-up to "Happy & Sad" for Elias, wherein he convinces himself that by detaching himself, he won't feel any hurt or loss. He feels the need to be stronger for his mom and himself. This is essentially the reason why he genuinely cannot bring himself indulge in the idea that he could be happy.

3. "Screaming" by CHVRCHES

The past five years Elias experienced since the attack on his home village has swept Elias into a tornado of unpredictable events. It feels as if misfortune has control of his life. He is both victim and witness to all that unfolds in his life and is forced to go with the flow of it all. He is frustrated over the trauma that holds his life. But towards the end of the song, Elias decides he cannot give up and keeps fighting for a better future.

4. "A Song to Come Home To" by Jinkx Monsoon

The song is a dedication to Elias' mother and his chosen family (his dear friends at Hogwarts). It's clear and simple a message: he will love them all no matter what. They never left him when the going got rough for Elias in so many ways, and he will reciprocate that for them as well because of the love that connects them all.

5. "panorama" by Hayley Kiyoko

"Wait, have you seen the view?"

This is Elias finally becoming in touch with himself and the world around him, finally being able to process all that has happened to him, l making peace with it all, and moving forward and accepting wholeheartedly the love and happiness he deserves. He can finally stop and look at all the good that has happened to him and enjoy it all. Sure, the feeling of the storm coming after the sunshine is still there, but learns to manage that feeling as well.

Author's note: If you all want a full Spotify playlist for Elias (and Sebastian as a couple), please do let me know. I'm willing to share it hehehe.

Bonus tracks under the cut!

6. Three Versions of Ave Maria

Okay, now hear me out before you think this is a weird thing to add to a playlist. Remember Elias was born during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines, which means Catholicism was rampant then. As a magical practitioner, Elias never felt a real connection with the religion but for some reason felt one with the Virgin Mary. Maybe it was that she reminded him of his mother, Ma. Aurora: kind, caring, and loving.

Now, why do I have three versions of Ave Maria listed? Let's explore them!

A. Franz Schubert/Josh Groban

Josh Groban, who is my voiceclaim for Elias, sings this version passionately as if he's pleading for help. In a way, it harkens to "Ellens Gesang III", a derivation of Sir Walter Scott's poem, "The Lady of the Lake". In the poem, the heroine, Ellen Douglas, is praying to the Virgin Mary for help, anxious over the fate of her father on the eve of an important battle. The same way, Elias secretly "prays" for safety as he and his mother leave the Philippines and will lead new lives in a foreign country.

B. Charles Gonoud & Johann Sebastian Bach/Amira Willighagen

This version by Bach and Gonoud and performed by Willighagen has a more angelic and heavenly approach to it. I used this iteration to represent Elias at his calmest and happiest. It is in this moment that he finds something good in his situation like a strongly-lit lighthouse in a stormy midnight. In a way, he begins to find this light when he learns to let his own guard down and open his heart, starting with Sebastian (to Anne's delight, that little schemer). This is Elias "praying" that this joy will last forever.

C. Franz Schubert/Beyoncé

The conclusion to Elias' Ave Maria trilogy is a wedding song by Beyoncé. This is that point in Elias' life where there is calm, joy, and the sense of stability that he's longed for since he and his mother were displaced. Elias is finally happy with his life. He has everything a boy like him could need: his mother, his best friends, and a loving husband. (Yes, Elias and Seb get married who wants to attend the wedding yaaaas)

It also makes sense to have this as the end to the trilogy as it is a rewrite of Franz Schubert's original Ave Maria, as performed earlier by Josh Groban.

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More songs will be added at some point so stay tuned, I guess?

#hogwarts legacy #oc: elias mendoza #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #eliasmendoza interacts with people

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For the Thenamesh Proposal AU

Both of them have to sleep in the same bed to keep up their fake engagement.👀

Of course there was only one bed.

His mom thought they were together, after all, why would she give them a room with separate beds? Gil had offered to let Thena have the bed and he would sleep on the floor (or something). She had told him that was stupid and that they could share a bed without being weird about it.

But he did feel weird about it.

Maybe weird wasn't the right word. But he felt a little nervous. They were friends, of course, that wasn't the issue. He told Thena he hadn't slept with many women and then turned bright red from the slip-up. She had laughed more heartily than he had ever seen in their years of working together.

She said it wasn't a big deal. It was a queen sized bed and they could put a few of the extra, decorative pillows in between them just for safety's sake. It would be just fine.

Gil woke up with Thena curled right up against him. He stared up at the ceiling, hoping he was wrong about it, but Thena was tucked right into him, face on his chest, arms folded in against his ribs like a bird's wings.

He got the impression that Thena wasn't that sound a sleeper, but she was practically drooling right now. He moved as slightly as he could to look at her, but the angle just wasn't conducive for it. He tried to nudge her gently; he didn't think she would take too kindly to discovering herself in such a position.

She groaned at him, only moving closer. He never knew she had trouble getting up in the morning (that was kind of cute).

"Thena," he whispered, trying to reach for his phone on the nightstand.

"Hm," she groused again, pressing her face into his t-shirt and inhaling.

Usually, he slept shirtless, but it hadn't felt right with Thena right next to him.

He chuckled at the behaviour very unlike the Goddess of War. He shimmied in the bed so he could at least look at her. "Wakey-wakey."

She growled at him this time, but he took that as a sign that she was awake.

"Rise and Shine," he prompted again, now just enjoying annoying her.

"No," she grumbled, not at all freaked out by their proximity. If anything, she didn't even move away from him at all. She moved her head just enough to blink her bleary eyes at him.

"Hey," he smiled. It was possible she looked even more beautiful than normal when she had just woken up.

"Hey," she replied just as softly, even in her current mood. She blinked, "what time is it?"

"Sun's up, which means my whole family's probably already on a run or something."

"Family of maniacs," Thena bemoaned, trying to turn her eyes away from the sun again. "It's far too early for you to be waking me up like this."

"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep," he snorted, to which she slapped his arm. "But I have things to do for my mother, since this family reunion that's happening is now also our wedding?"

"Right, yes, the big day," Thena mumbled, obviously not listening to him.

"Okay, okay," he sighed. It was easy to give in when she looked all soft and cozy and kittenish. "I'll tell them you're sleeping in."

"Tell them anything you want," she yawned and burrowed right into his spot as he started shimmying out of the bed. "And that I will see them later."

"Got it." Gil stood and stretched, ruffled his hair and tugged at his shirt. He had to get a start on breakfast even before he started prepping the many, many items he would cook for their 'wedding day'. He looked back.

Thena really did look like an angel. He knew she was pretty - it was pretty impossible not to - but that was far from his favourite thing about her. But at times like this, it was really hard to ignore (let alone resist).

"Hm?" she opened her eyes, having felt him staring at her.

He knelt down with a smile, leaning on the edge of the bed, "nothing. Just...admiring my fiance."

Thena rolled over, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

He laughed, though; that was just like her. He stood again, brushing his hand over her hair as he left to get dressed in the attached bathroom they would be sharing as well. "You go back to sleep. I'll call you when I'm done breakfast."

"My phone is on silent."

"Then I'll come up here and hand deliver it myself!"

#Thenamesh Proposal AU #I really wanted to continue this one #and now I can!#this is when they first arrive at Ajak's place #she's just found out that Gil does in fact have a plus 1 this year #in fact it's his friend Thena he talks about???#and he's marrying her?????#Ajak can already smell the bullshit but she's like okay let's see where this goes #Thena is not a morning person #she needs sleep #she needs caffeine #desperately #and she needs to pretend like it's not weird to be so comfortable cuddling with Gil...#it's not weird

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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s u r p r i s e s | supernatural ; s.winchester

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

↪ summary

--- you meet Sam Winchester in an airport, hit it off and proceed to spend the night together at a local bed and breakfast but it doesn't quite end there... [ this could become a fic in the future.. only if enough people wanted to see more tbh. ]

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Sam Winchester - Supernatural.

↪ warnings

--- mentions of alcohol, one night stand is eluded to here, swearing, there's a chance I'm rusty on writing Dean so sorry in advance, potentially highly characterized Singer!female reader with female parts, flirting and innuendo and that awkward moment when you realize how small the world really is. Also, if I do anything else with this, there is only loose canon compliance, jsyk. that also applies here, this is not set in any certain season, Jess didn't die they broke up instead and Sam 'wants' to get back into the family business here.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson listen, if not for you listening / talking to me about this, I never would have thought about writing this... I hope you like it. It took a turn, bestie. It took a turn.

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@krys-orion

@m-rae23

Sam almost feels relieved when the announcement plays over the airport intercom. Immediately following this, he feels immense guilt. It’s not that he doesn’t miss his brother and his father, it’s just that he’s reluctant to go home for the holidays. There’s just always so much tension there and it’s hard to be around them both when Sam feels like they blame him for the death of his mother to an extent. Or that you feel like you’re better than them, the thought comes and Sam shoves it down because he can even hear Dean’s voice saying it in his head when it just simply isn’t the case.

No matter how many times Sam tries to tell his father and brother that he doesn’t think he’s better than they are, he still feels like maybe Dean really believes he does. It’s the source of a lot of their fights over the phone.

And all he wants to do right now is just be numb for a while. The breakup with Jess was hard but it was necessary. They wanted different things. It goes without saying, Sam is hurting really bad.

A soft as velvet voice nearby catches his attention and he finds himself staring at you for a few seconds as you pace the lobby of the terminal. You’re twirling a strand of hair around your finger and laughing while you roll your eyes. On the other end of the line, your mother is talking a mile a minute. She’s excited because she’s reunited with your birth father, Bobby and she wants the two of you to play house and get to know each other over the holiday break. You, on the other hand, well.. You’re not sure what to make of it. And you really didn’t want to intrude on your mom’s honeymoon phase with the man.

“Sweetie, if you need your father and his friend John to come and get you..”

“Mom, no. Absolutely not. I’m fiiiine, alright? I’ve got my butterfly knife, I’ve got mace and I’ve got a new taser on my keychain. Plus, someone shoved me into every self defense class they could find when I was a kid.”

“And you’re better off for it, sweetie. The world is a crazy place. At least you’re not dependent on anyone to fight your battles for you.” your mom points out. You laugh softly and fall down into a hard plastic chair in the waiting area and you sigh as you see the harsh temperatures flash on the screen overhead. “Jesus christ, how does the guy live in a frozen Arctic hell, ma?” you question.

“His cabin is nice, honey. It’s out in the woods. Peaceful.” your mother sighs. She sounds happier than you’ve heard her sound in years. “I just can’t wait for you to finally meet each other. Hurry up already.”

“Okay, mom. Alright. Jesus. Look, I just think maybe you should have this conversation with Old Man Winter and not me. I love you. I gotta go up and see what flight they just announced, okay? I’ll see you guys soon, one way or another.”

“No driving!”

“Moooom, jesus.” you laugh as you hang up the phone and shove it back down into the pocket of your heavy fake fur trimmed peacoat. Maybe the thin slip sundress beneath was a bad choice in light of the weather you landed in the midst of, but it was fine for the weather where you flew in from. Naturally, it’s November and it’s a balmy 70 degrees in Louisiana.

You shoulder your backpack of clothes and you start to turn and this puts you body to body with an actual giant.

A sexy giant, not that you’d ever say it out loud or anything.

He gives you a little grin and the two of you attempt an awkward apology as you try to navigate each other, only to wind up in each other’s space all over again.

“Sorry!”

“I swear I’m not doing this to cop a feel, this place is just..” Sam trails off as he looks down at you and you nod, agreeing quietly, “Way too fucking crowded and loud.”

“They cancelled all the flights, if that’s what you were going to ask.” Sam calls out to you as you start to walk away. You give him a thumbs up as you turn back.

You’re alone in a strange airport and honestly, there’s been more than one or two creepy people lingering around that you’ve noticed. Maybe this has everything to do with why you walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

Sam turns around, this puts him body to body with you all over again. You smell like caramel and vanilla, it’s a heavy scent that bursts in the air around you and has his mouth watering a little. He smells like pine, something clean and earthy that comforts you almost instantly because you can feel your body unclench itself. Before you stop yourself, you’ve stepped even closer and you tilt your head to the side just a little, enough to look up at him and smile as you nod to the food court nearby. “I’m starving and I don’t wanna eat alone.. Wanna grab a bite with me?”

Sam’s hand raises, tangling in shaggy hair. “Sure.”

The two of you fall into what has to be the easiest conversation you’ve ever had as you make your way across the crowded airport. He tells you that he was planning to go to South Dakota because apparently, that’s where his father and his older brother happen to be for the holiday. When he tells you they’re on a hunting trip, you have this random memory pop into your head and it’s a memory you now know is a lie, it had to be a lie, but it’s similar somehow and it’s strange.

“Yeah, when my uh.. When my dad broke it off with my mom, he went on a hunting trip too. Never came back.” -as soon as the words leave your mouth you want to kick yourself. Sam is apologetic but you shrug and reassure him that you’re totally fine, “It’s not like it’s a big deal and apparently, it wasn’t like… heart breaking for her because they’ve gotten back together recently? And they’re somewhere in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota too. I was going to spend Thanksgiving with them while film school is on break.”

“You go to film school?” Sam asks, grinning. You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m in the program at LSU.. My dream is to be an indie horror film director or like… make documentaries.”

It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s not entirely a lie either. You really want to make documentaries about your paranormal investigations and the cold cases you’ve grown up so fascinated by. It was either film school or Forensic science and law enforcement, and somehow, you felt like your mother would be more ‘okay’ with you choosing film school. Honestly, you prefer it.

“Hey, wait… you have a podcast, right? America the Spooky? I knew I recognized your voice!” Sam seems triumphant and you laugh softly. You nod as you grin up at him. You’re honestly a little shocked that anyone listens to your podcast, let alone someone like him.

Someone who seems to be well-adjusted and have normal interests. From the looks of the guy, he’s got pre-med or law major written all over him with the plaid shirt and the nice jeans, the North Face pullover.

“You’re pre-med or law… Tell me I’m wrong.”

Sam chuckles. “Law school. I wanna be a defense attorney or a prosecutor.”

You pump a fist.

Sam pulls out the chair at the table you’ve chosen to sit at and eat your meal. You flash him a playful grin. “Prettyboy law student and he has manners? Why.. Be still my beatin heart.” you let the fading southern accent come out a little heavy and Sam chuckles. “Where are you from?”

“Guess!”

“Uh..” Sam rubs his chin thoughtfully as you pore over the menu in front of you and wait. When he guesses, it surprises you just how close he is to the truth.

“New Orleans?”

“Actually, it’s Shreveport. But you got the state, how?”

“The uh.. The accent. But it’s cute!” Sam laughs.

A plump older woman makes her way over, taking a pen from the bun in her hair as she takes out her notepad. Your eyes dart around the crowded restaurant and you know you’re safe, but your mother’s endless warnings and the constant preaching you got as a kid to be aware of your surroundings at all times is at play and it can’t be helped.

“Lookin for someone?” Sam asks.

“Huh?” you laugh softly and shake your head, “No, my mom, uh.. She raised me to be hypervigilant and like.. Lately, weird things have been happening?”

“The apartment… Right?”

“Yeah! You heard that episode? I actually did take an EMF while I was filming. Got some feedback on the ghostbox too. Picked up some pretty interesting stuff. But it’s an old building, I mean, c’mon..” you dismiss it even though you can still hear the voice recording you picked up during the session and it still chills you to the bone.

The whole experience is probably the only reason you’re seriously debating on just finishing your semester online because you’re too afraid to go back.

“The weird things.. They only happen there, right?” Sam questions. He’s debating on whether or not to text Dean, then he stops and thinks about it. Dean will probably laugh it off or dismiss it because it’s not a cryptid or something more mysterious or out of the ordinary.

You nod. “Yeah… I mean, aside from feeling like I’m being watched, but I mean, that’s my whole life, honestly?”

Sam cringes a little. You laugh softly and shake your head. “I guess my mom’s paranoia did rub off on me?”

Sam knits his brows. “Paranoia?”

“When I say my childhood was interesting.. Just take my word for it.”

“Ah. Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

And one look into golden brown eyes tells you that he definitely gets it.

When you’re talking about your mother, all Sam can think is that he definitely knows how you feel, being raised by a hunter was… Quite the experience.

And not all of it was good, either.

,, but he was helping people… even if the people he should have been trying harder to help were with him the whole time. Look at what Dean’s doing now, man.”

He shoves the thought out of his head as the waitress returns, sitting your plates down in front of you both. You close your eyes and bow your head. Sam thinks it’s cute and out of respect, he does the same. After a few seconds of silence, you’re both digging into your food.

“There’s a bed and breakfast near here. They have one room left.”

It makes you both laugh when you say it at the same time. You swallow hard and stare at him a second or two. “We could share the room.. I mean, it’s not like you’re a stranger now, right?” you smile a little.

You have the sweetest smile he’s ever seen in his life and the instant the thought comes, Sam is flooded with guilt. Because he’s just ended things with Jessica, a girl he loved. A girl he still loves, despite the issues and the incompatibility.

,, but you’ve hinted at things you were never comfortable talking to her about in the first place, man. Stop and think about it.” the thought comes and Sam mulls it over. When he opens his mouth he’ll swear it was to suggest the Motel 6 off the interstate that he’s been reading Yelp reviews for for ten minutes, but instead, he’s agreeing to share the room at the little bed and breakfast.

–

“Everything okay, Lenore?”

The question draws her out of her thoughts. She rubs her forehead and laughs softly, gazing up over her shoulder at Bobby Singer, who is standing behind her chair. She nods.

“Our daughter is stuck in an airport in North Dakota tonight. She said she’s gonna get a room for the night and try to rent a car tomorrow.”

“Nonsense.. Dean, you’ll go get her, you’re already going that way to pick up Sam…” John smiles. “It’s better to let a seasoned driver handle it, Len. The roads can be treacherous.”

Dean glances from his father to Bobby and shrugs, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Still say Sam’s not gonna show.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble, my girl will be fine..” Lenore tries to insist but Dean grins. “Nonsense, it’s fine.”

The brunette seems to relax a lot more when Dean reassures her that he’ll be fine with picking up both her daughter and Sam in North Dakota. ,, If Sam even bothered to come.” the thought comes and it’s bitter and for just a split second, Dean feels guilty.

It’s not like Sam abandoned them completely, he’s usually on the first flight out at any hint that he’s needed.

But the last time he came back, he wasn’t happy about it. Something about a girl and exams and maybe deep down, Dean was more than a little envious.

Dean finishes eating and stands, taking his plate into the kitchen to wash it. “Meatloaf was damn good, Lenore!” he calls out to her as he’s finished washing his plate and he’s pocketing his keys.

“Where are you heading, son?”

“Gonna get a jump on the drive. Might clear my head and help me figure out where we’re heading next, old man.” Dean is vague but as usual, John doesn’t seem to mind. He chuckles and nods. “Call me if you run into anything weird.”

“Gotcha.”

The door to the cabin slams behind Dean and the topic of conversation at the table turns to the podcast Lenore’s daughter hosts. The apartment building she lives in off campus near LSU and how it’s supposedly haunted, so this gave her daughter the not-so brilliant idea to host a live on Halloween and how ever since, her daughter has seemed… A little off somehow.

“She’s always been into this kind of stuff. She thinks I don’t know the real reason she chose Film school over Forensic science. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she didn’t wanna go down the law enforcement path because that’s dangerous in and of itself because I know my girl and I know she wouldn’t have been happy with just doing Forensics and she’d have wound up working at the Behavorial Analysis Unit or over at Quantico but.. Some of these places she picks to investigate are dangerous.”

“And we’re gonna talk to her about it when she gets here, hon, I promise.” Bobby is trying to ease Lenore’s mind and she nods. “She’s so headstrong though.”

“Yeah, well. I’m stubborn too. That episode she did where she went into the condemned house in Little Rock scared me shitless, woman.”

“What happened, Bobby?” John asks.

“The damn porch was about t’ fall in as she walked in. She just waltzed her little ass right inside, too. And we both know that stuff can attach itself to a person, John.. I just don’t want her putting herself in danger, man.”

“I get it, man.”

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You’re at that stage of tipsy where you’re giggling and you can’t stop. Sam is sitting on the bed across the room and for the better part of an hour, you’ve been passing a bottle of tequila back and forth as Sam tells you about law school and how hard it all is, the breakup with his girlfriend Jess and his mixed feelings at going back to spend the holidays while helping his father and brother out with some hunt they’re doing.

“Yeah, well.. Try bein’ me. All I’m gonna hear is, “Oh honey, there’s this boy, he’s the grandson of the deacon down at my church..” you giggle as you wipe the back of your hand across your mouth and go silent. “The last guy she tried to set me up with so I’d ‘settle my ass down and stop worrying her to death’ to quote her… He was already seeing somebody!”

“At least your mom meddles, though.”

“Too much!” you’re laughing and you snort. Sam falls over on the bed laughing too and you pout. “She’d eat you up. Have you off tasting wedding cakes and everythin’ before we even have a proper first date.”

Sam sits up and stretches, reaching out for the bottle. He takes a healthy swig and as he’s doing it, he’s staring right at you. “She would, huh?”

“Mhm!”

The conversation has now gotten a little loaded, much like both you and Sam are at present. So you need to change the subject, but first you need to stop staring because his eyes are so distracting and you can’t seem to stop.

“What are you thankful for?”

Sam mulls over the question you’ve asked. “All night liquor stores. Turkey microwave meals, I guess.” he’s laughing when he says it, but he’s thinking about all the ‘family dinners’ on the holidays that seemed to follow that exact pattern and he’s realizing that maybe he misses his dad and his brother. And he really does wish he was closer.

And deep down, he knows already.. Law school was his dream but it’s turning out to be something he doesn’t really want. He’s gotten a glimpse of how broken the system is during a recent case he was allowed to shadow a local prosecutor in. Everyone is crooked. They’re out for themselves.

The victim’s family will never have their closure because the man who murdered their son is walking free and this is just eating him up inside.

You can feel the mood getting heavy. You take the bottle back and you move to sit on the same bed Sam is sitting on as you take a few long sips from the bottle. “I’m.. I’m thankful for gray sweatpants season.”

You want to die when the words come out because of course, Sam happens to be wearing said sweatpants and it’s your drunk and clumsy way of flirting a little because the tequila has obliterated all of your inhibition.

Sam is oblivious. He realizes what you were hinting about and he laughs too.

“Okay, fine. I’m thankful for Thanksgiving Clapback Season. Gives me one day where I can just be a… A smartass.” Sam hiccups and takes the bottle back from you as he goes on to add, “I’m t-thankful for short little sundresses. Y-you have to be f-freezing.”

“I’m just a l-little cold.” you giggle, holding up your fingers to indicate how cold you are.

And then you’re staring at each other. When Sam leans in closer and raises a hand to smooth your bangs back out of your eyes, your breath hangs in your throat. You’re leaning in too and you raise your thumb, resting it against his bottom lip. Your other hand raises and it catches in thick and shaggy hair. Before you can stop yourself, you’ve moved to seat yourself in his lap, legs around his waist.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?” Sam’s voice comes out huskier, foreign to his own ears and he chuckles about it to himself. “What’s up?”

“Ever just l-like.. Done anything completely out o-of c-character?”

“Like w-what?”

“S-sharing a bed in a bed and breakfast in the m-middle of n-nowhere with a girl y-you met in an a-airport lobby?”

“I h-haven’t but.. I k-kind of w-want to.”

His lips graze against yours and the contrast, rough against soft, the taste of the turkey you’d both eaten a few hours prior, the smell of his cologne, all of it is almost overwhelming for you as you drag your tongue over the outline of his mouth and melt into him, breathing it all in. The kiss deepens and your nails dig down into the shoulder of the red,green and blue plaid shirt he’s wearing. Your heavy pea coat falls away, settling with a quiet rustle on the floor of the room.

And then you’re on your back and Sam is pressing himself down into you as you cling to him, a needy whine escaping your lips. During all of this, his cell phone is ringing and ringing but for the time being, Sam Winchester isn’t in a hurry to answer the call.

Sam’s eyes catch on the antique necklace you’re wearing and he hooks a finger into it, dragging the tip of that finger over your collarbones and making you shiver beneath him…

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It’s foggy and gray the next morning. You both wake up with a pounding head, bodies tangled together. The ringing of your cell phones is what has both of you sitting up in the bed and rubbing your eyes as you both yawn at the same time. Sam leans in to give you a sweet little peck on the lips before grabbing his phone and stepping out into the hallway and as you reach for your phone, the thought crosses your mind that last night may have been just one night and right now, he’s probably out in the hallway talking to someone he left behind at school.

You make your way over to the windows and peer out, grimacing as you try to will the hangover away. Your mother is talking a mile a minute. The door to the room closes softly and Sam presses against you from behind.

“Sweetie, did y’ hear me? Your father’s sendin the son of his old huntin buddy to pick you up. His old huntin buddy doesn’t think it’s safe, you drivin all the way up here, not with the roads and all. You’re not used to the snow.”

“Mom, no.”

“Sweetie, just do this for me, please?”

“Okay, alright. Fiiine.” you mumble, rubbing your forehead.

“Okay, where’s this bed and breakfast again, Sammy?”

“It’s about ten minutes from the airport, Dean.” Sam answers his brother. “I shared a room with a girl I met in the lobby..”

Dean chuckles. “That why you sound like hell right now, man? How’d that go, hm?”

“Dean!”

“Oh come on, man.”

“Can you wait outside for Dean? He’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You’ve just heard Sam call his brother Dean but you put it off to coincidence. Sam hears your mother mention the name Dean but he puts it off to coincidence. After your calls have ended, you both rush to shower and get dressed in warmer clothes before heading downstairs to turn in your room key and wait.

“My brother, he’s uh.. On his way.”

“Yeah, my father’s apparently sending some guy a buddy of his knows to pick me up… So… About last night…” you’re fidgeting and Sam laughs, slipping an arm around you. “It was fun.”

You nod and smile. “I won’t forget it.”

“Me either.”

The Impala pulls to a slow stop and as soon as Dean picks up on what’s happened, he has to spend at least five minutes collecting himself before he gets out of the car, because he can’t stop laughing about it.

“Bobby is either gonna be real angry or he’ll be okay with it. This is like one of those soap operas, man.” Dean finally pulls himself together.

→ Dean is there, sweetie. Look for black Impala.

← You gettin in anytime before Christmas, Sammy? I’m waitin, man.”

You and Sam share a look.

“My ride’s here.”

“That’s my brother.” Sam nods to the Impala you’ve just been told by your mother belongs to the son of your father’s hunting buddy.

Your jaw drops.

“What’s wrong?”

You drag your hand through your hair and laugh softly as you hold out your phone to Sam.

“Wait.. You’re.. What’s your last name?” Sam asks, laughing at himself because last night happened so fast that somehow, neither of you even stopped to think one time that maybe it’d be a good idea to get each other’s names.

“Singer? What’s yours?”

“Winchester.”

“Wait.. Is John.. Is he your dad? Because that’s my father’s hunting buddy. He’s supposedly spending the holidays up at Bobby’s cabin now, I guess they’re gonna go on a huntin trip after my ma spends all day cookin for this ‘family’ Thanksgiving she’s determined to have?”

Sam nods. And he doesn’t tell you what exactly they’re really looking for.

Because you’re open minded, but somehow, he’s not entirely sure that hearing him confirm there are things out there that the average human just isn’t aware of will be taken well.

Sometimes, he wishes he could forget that humans aren’t the only species in existence. Or that ghosts are real and so are demons and right now, Heaven and Hell are fighting an ongoing war and using Earth and the human race as bargaining chips to an extent. Because honestly, he’s lived in it his whole life and sometimes, even he still can’t wrap his head around it.

“Yeah.. Dean.. is that who is supposed to pick you up? My brother’s name is Dean.”

“Mhm. In that Impala.” you nod towards the idling black car.

“This is going to be a fun ride, I guess?” you both double over laughing as you pick up your bags and start to make your way over to the car to get inside.

#sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader #sam winchester x fem!reader imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works. just abide by all warnings above.#-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + she's Bobby's daughter #<- fall into fall 2022 writing

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Nice to Meet You

Written for DannyMay day 5 Prompt: 10 min vs 1 hour Fandom: Danny Phantom Charcters: Jack, Maddie, Danny, OC Words: 2242 Summary: It's time for Danny to move into college and meet his roommate.

This is where the Ten minutes starts.

“You sure you don’t need us to come with you?” Maddie asked her only son as he was packing his essentials into a duffel bag and backpack.

“No Mom. We already sent everything else ahead in the mail. I can fly there easily,” Danny grabbed his favorite hoodie and put it in the duffel bag, following a Fenton thermos.

“Oh okay, sweetie. You know I worry,” Maddie hugged her half-ghost child.

“Yeah I know, but I promise I’ll be fine. You and Dad built this awesome bracelet that hides my ecto signature so I can fly the whole way and the GIW can’t find me. That’s really all that I’m worried about.” Danny said as he waved his wrist that held a black and ecto green bracelet. It was cleverly disguised as a simple rope bracelet with a small ghost charm in the middle of it. That charm was the key to hiding his ecto signature from those who might be trying to find him for very bad reasons.

Once he was done packing he looked up to see his mom’s face still free of worry. Sighing he sat down on his bed, letting her join him. “I’ll be fine. It’s just college.” Danny smiled grabbing her hands.

“I know I should worry. You’ve already accomplished so much! Saving the world, becoming a prince of the realms, and graduating high school all on your own. I shouldn’t worry,” a few tears were about to come out of her eyes.

“I didn’t do any of that alone. I had Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and even Ellie. I had Clockwork, Frostbite, Ember, Dora, and all the ghosts. I had a big support system helping me and they still help me to this day. I wouldn’t be anywhere without all of them. Even my enemies. I’m grateful for everyone in my life who has challenged me and helped me get here.” Danny told her, as he looked at the pictures of his friends and family, the last things he has to pack.

“Oh, you’re right. You will be coming to visit right?” she asked, standing up to carefully pick up each picture as she smiled at how happy her son was in all of them.

“Of course I will. Jazz still came to visit when she left for college,” Danny pointed out.

“Jazz didn’t have as many responsibilities as you do,” Maddie also pointed out.

This is where the ten minutes ended (Words 401). This is where the next fifty minutes start.

“She was still going for a hard course,” Danny voiced for Jazz.

“Oh I know she did and we knew she was going to do excellent. Maybe I am worrying to much,” Maddie thought as her husband entered the room.

“Of course you are! Our Danny has got this! If he needs anything he knows to call us!” Jack smiled.

“Thanks, Dad!” Danny smiled.

“Now here’s some vials of ectoplasm to keep you going in California, call us when you need replacements. This is for the trip there,” Jack gave him a case of twenty vials of pure ectoplasm and a water bottle filled with ectoplasm.

“Thanks, Dad. I really should get going,” Danny said as he looked at his complicated watch that was on the opposite wrist of his bracelet, his right wrist, and put the vials in the duffle bag while the water bottle went into the backpack pocket.

“Call us as soon as you get there!” Maddie demanded with one more tight hug.

“I promise Mom. As soon as I find my dorm and settle in I’ll give you a call,” Danny smiled.

“Make sure you stay invisible-”

“Unless I’m above the clouds. I know Dad,” Danny gave Jack just as tight of a hug, before taking a deep breath and grabbing the two bags, the weight practically nothing for him after training with Frostbite and the other ghost for over two years now.

“Bye, Danny!” Maddie yelled as she saw her son flying away outside of his bedroom window.

“He’ll be okay Mads,” Jack gave his wife a comforting hug.

“I don’t doubt it,” Maddie smiled.

It took half a day of flying at his top speed but Danny was able to make it to California without stopping, but he was dead tired on his feet by the time he arrived. Making sure to turn back human where no one could see he found a desk that clearly said freshman here for info.

“Hi there! Freshman?” a girl with short blond hair asked.

“Uh yeah. Daniel Fenton.”

“Daniel? Nice to meet you! I’m Christy! I’m a senior here, have been for three years, but let’s see. . .aha! Here you are! Your dorm building is Castle 2, it’s going to be this building right here,” she handed him a map of the school, circling the building and where they currently are. “You are going to be on floor three room 313. If you have any trouble finding what you need to know just look for someone wearing one of the Freshman shirts like I have on. We’re all over campus. This is a list of activities that we are putting on for the freshman the week before school to help get you introduced to others on campus. This is a log of when all the separate tours are starting, they all start at student services, this building here. This is a calender of not only the school semester, but also the main events that have already been planned along with a list of the clubs, the fees, and when they meet. Oh almost forgot! When you get to castle 2 at the entrance their will be another freshman worker, she should have your dorm keys! Have a great day!”

“Thanks!” Danny smiled back as saw the building was a short two minute walk. Just as Christy said their was another person with the same shirt, just a different color sitting at the entrance.

“Hey there! This your dorm room?” the guy asked.

“Yep! Name’s Daniel Fenton?”

“Daniel let’s see found ya. My name’s Jack I’ll be your RA so if you have any problems or anything you can knock on my door. I’m in room 225. Here are your keys and student ID! Enjoy your freshman year and if you ever need to find me I’m normally doing homework at the local coffee shop after four!”

“Thanks, man and you can call me Danny.” Danny held out his hand, which Jack gladly shook.

“Nice to meet you, Danny!”

Danny walked up to the third floor, finding room 313, and unlocked it.

“Oh my shit!” a person who was in the room already jumped up and yelled when they saw Danny enter the room.

“Sorry man! Didn’t know there was already someone in here,” Danny was quick to apologize, he really didn’t mean to frighten his roommate.

“No, it’s my fault. I knew I had a roommate, but it didn’t occur to me when I saw the key turning. Name’s Parker. Pronouns they/them.” Parker said, holding out their hand.

“Danny. he/him/thing/gremlin,” Danny took the hand as Parker laughed.

“I’ll keep note of that. So I’m a freshman. I’m an English major, yeah don’t yell at me. I’m doing multiple languages, the school only offers English and Spanish as official majors though,” Parker rolled their eyes, as he jumped on his bed to lie down, he was already moved in. Danny looked over and saw that his stuff had already arrived and the school was kind enough to move it in for him.

“Do you like languages?” Danny asked.

“Hell yeah. I hope to be a translator for as many languages as I can. This school is the one in California that offered the most. I’m taking the normal English and Spanish classes for my major. I’m also going to take ASL, Latin, Russian, French, Japanese, and Chinese.”

“Damn! I thought that I knew a lot of languages,” Danny laughed.

“I don’t know that many actually. I only know some Spanish and I’m fluent in Italian. Everything else I just know a few phrases here and there. I’m also going to be joining all of the language clubs so theirs more to learn. What languages do you know?”

“I know Esperanto, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Egyptian, Old Norse-. Sorry nothing that’s really helpful. Their kinda all dead languages,” Danny rubbed his neck as he walked fully in the room, shutting the door behind him to put his bags down on his bed. Seeing that he was given his own closet and furniture.

“No dude that’s awesome! Where did you learn those?” Parker asked, amazement in their eyes, Danny suddenly remembered the grueling training he had and still has to go through the become king. Memorizing every dead language that is spoken within the realms. He also speaks ghostly speak, but that one can’t be explained.

“I had a few friends teach me. I know people who needed to learn all of these languages and so to help them I would learn it with or for them for easier communication.” Danny shrugged.

“Man hook me up with your friends. Well, at least we have Latin in common. Are you going to take the course?”

“Ah maybe. I’m a science major, astrophysics to be exact. I don’t think language will exactly be helping me a lot,” Danny shrugged, opening the box that he knew had his bedding stuff in it. Smiling as he set up his bed as talked with Parker.

“Man, and I thought my major was going to be hard.”

“It’s not that hard. I come from a family of scientists so the vocabulary isn’t exactly foreign to me, but if you ever need help with your language classes I’m a quick learned,” Danny smiled, happy that his bed was made. He still had plenty to unpack but he was to tired to worry about it right now.

“Do you mind if I leave the boxes here for now? I’m tired as the dead,” Danny laughed at his own inside joke.

“Nah I don’t mind. Did you drive?”

“I flew. It was a long flight. I don’t think it was supposed to be that long, but delays,” Danny shrugged.

“Alright. I’ll leave for some coffee, while you get some sleep. We can work out dorm rules and shit later,” Parker suggested.

“Oh shit yeah! Don’t let me forget dude. Although I’m pretty easy. Just respect my privacy and don’t fuck with my stuff,” Danny shrugged, grabbing a baggy long sleeve shirt and sweat pants from his bag, happy that their dorm room had a shared bathroom.

“No arguments here. Want anything while I’m out?” Parker asked.

“Nah. If I need anything I can get it later,” Danny waved him off as he walked in the bathroom to change, hearing the dorm room door open and close indicating Parker’s absence.

Although Danny was super tired he wanted to unpack the ghost supplies from his bag as quickly as possible. Grabbing his water bottle, the ecto one and not the one filled with normal water, he put them both on his side table, the ecto one was marked with a piece of green tape and had danger written on it in black sharpie. It made Danny laugh. He then proceeds to put the vials in the top drawer of his dresser, only unpacking enough clothes to hide the vials, should someone accidentally go looking.

He repeated the process with the other drawers in his dresser, making sure to cover up anything that could be considered weird.

Now that he was done putting away his important items he could nap peacefully. Setting an alarm to go off in time for the latest freshman tour he let his mind fall into peaceful sleep.

Danny awoke to his alarm going off beeping like crazy, he was very grateful he grew out of throwing or blasting his alarms.

“Hey dude your alarm is going off,” Parker said, when Danny opened his eyes he could see his roommate sitting at his desk.

“Yeah I know. I wanted to catch the last freshman tour,” Danny yawned, grabbing his favorite black and green ghost hoodie to change into. . .maybe letting Sam revamp his whole wardrobe to be ghost themed wasan’t the best idea, but he can’t deny that he didn’t vibe with it.

“Oh shit I was going to catch that,” Parker groaned.

“I don’t mind you tagging along. Might as well get used to each other,” Danny shrugged as he came out of the bathroom.

“Bet,” Parker agreed, quickly turning off his laptop and grabbing a brown shoulder bag.

The two walked together as they headed towards student services learning alot about each other, or at least the basic things that new roommates should know about each other.

“Man this campus is bigger then I thought,” Parker groaned as they finally made it to student services.

“It wasan’t that long of a walk,” Danny laughed.

“Says you! I’m not a sports guy!” Parker groaned, ready to flop on the ground.

“Neither am I, but I like to keep in shape,” Danny patted Parker on the back comfortingly as he continued to laugh.

The two went on the tour, making sure to mark the buildings that they would need know on their own maps before being let go, deciding that the best way to end the night was a trip to Denny’s for some late night milkshakes.

“Yeah,” Danny thought. “College to going to be awesome!”

(Work was completed under the time limit with 5:42 left to complete. words written in this time was 1841. The total amount of words for the work is 2242.)

Since this is the intro fic for Parker and I couldn’t think of a description during the challenge. Parker has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with a rounded face. Their a little on the heavier side, but that changes as he starts to exercise more. They like to wear button up shirts that have goofy patterns with jeans. Their hair is cut in a mullet with the sides shaved down. They have their ears pierced.

#dannymay2023 #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny fenton is in college #college au #phantom planet didn't happen #part of a larger au #check out my ao3 after the event

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Hey :-) I have a request for 16. "I -did- care about you, I just had no other choice." I hope you like it, if not that's absolutely no problem at all ♥ So it's a fem!reader and Colt and they secretly like eachother since forever when suddenly he has to leave for the mid-east war without saying goodbye or even telling her (maybe he was scared, he didn't want to hurt her or he just couldn't). A few days later she meets his parents randomly and when they tell her about it, she is angry of course, disappointed he simply left, thinking he doesn't care about her - apparently not even in a friendly way. But then some time later a letter for her arrives, where he apologizes to her, confesses maybe and whatever you can think of :) Lots of love for you!

SAYING GOODBYE IS SO HARD

pairing: colt grice x fem!reader

prompt: 16. “I -did- care about you, I just had no other choice.”

content: childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, colt is a sweetheart, character death, season 4 spoilers

wc: 0.6k

a/n: hiya!! sorry this took so long! my computer broke and it took a while to fix but i’m back now!! I hope you enjoy and lots of love ♡ not proofread

Running into the Grice family was the last thing you had planned on. In fact, you had planned on avoiding anyone in that family for a while. After Colt disappeared without a trace you swear you felt your heart break in two. He hasn’t even bothered to say goodbye. You just woke up and he was gone. However, after running into his parents, you were now at a loss for words. the air around you felt thin. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Colt’s parents had informed you, after you mentioned how he seemed to disappear, that he had left to fight in the mid-east war. You knew what that meant. And so with a quick apology, you muttered your condolences to his family, who had now lost Colt and Falco, before excusing yourself.

He had left. You weren’t stupid. You remember how those devils took out so many of your nation’s soldiers the night they attacked. You had been with Colt’s family that night, since you weren’t a warrior candidate, you were left to see the destruction of Liberio from the internment zone. You were stunned. The Attack Titan’s rampage in Liberio was a surprise for one, and catastrophic as well. The deaths of so many innocent people, the stench of death in the air. You were scared. But Colt came back. He always came back.

However, weeks passed after the news of the mid-east war. There was nothing. And the day the letter arrived you swear you felt your heart sink. Colt’s mother had hand delivered it to your door, tears in her eyes.

“Thank you for being so good to my son.” She would mumble before taking her leave.

With shaky hands you opened the crisp, white letter.

“I’m sorry.” It would start out. You felt dread enter the pit of your stomach as you continued to read.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. I figured if I didn’t say goodbye, then maybe, by some chance, I’d get to come back and see you again. But I should have known better.

You don’t hate me… do you? I understand if you do. But I beg you to forgive me. I need to know you forgave me for leaving. I had to rescue my brother, avenge our people.

I had to make you proud of me.

I figured maybe, if I proved my worth to the Marleyans, I could get a better life for mom and dads And you.

I did care about you. I know you wouldn’t believe me. But I did do care about you. I’ll die caring about you. You are and always will be my best friend of course, but please know to me, you were more than that. I could see a life with you. A happy one. I hoped you could see one with me too.

So please, I ask you one thing, know I did care about you, I just had no other choice.”

Yours forever,

Colt

You watched as a drop of water landed on the letter you held. Was it raining? No, you weren’t outside. Reaching your hand up to touch your face, you were met with a wet sensation. You were crying. He wasn’t coming back, and there was nothing you could do about it. There was so much you had left to say to him that would never come to fruition. He didn’t even know how you felt. How you cherished every minute you spent together, or how you didn’t want to live if your life didn’t have him in it. You knew that saying goodbye was hard, but not getting to say goodbye was a million times worse.

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I have been plagued with all these prompts and ideas and need to put them somewhere so…

TANGLED FICS THEMES/SCENARIOS I NEED TO SEE MORE OF!!

-Cassandra being the dark kingdoms heir and using her powers to rebuild the kingdom, further more, Cass actually being a good queen and many people being happy under her rule. It would provide an interesting plot with Rapunzel being unsure of what to do, she wants to rebuild and better her friendship with Cassandra but it seems she’s moved on is happy and actually doesn’t want any contact with Rapunzel (maybe even going as far as to ban her from the dark kingdom, and attacking her when she tries to talk to her) meanwhile Cass dealing with her own internal struggles. Which would be basically the same in the show but without gothel.

-Rapunzel and Varian acting like actually siblings, cute happy making cupcakes and singing and playing with each other freckle siblings is cute, but I know from observing my family with siblings that it’s a lot more than that. I just need one fic where Rapunzel and Varian are play fighting and Rapunzel starts to win so Varian just starts screaming “ARIANNA! ARIANNA! RAPUNZEL’S HITTING ME!” While Rapunzel starts bribing him to shut up with like 10 bucks and a cool rock (based on real events)

-I need more fics of Varian being a normal teenager, I know when it comes to Varian no one’s first thought is “normal” but I just think it’s funny to imagine Varian coming to the castle after like 2 days off, and he’s noticeably grouchy and also Quirin’s walking with him looking upset aswell. When Rapunzel and Eugene go “Quirin what’s up with Varian?” He just goes “Varian thought it was a good idea to sneak out at three am two nights ago, so he’s grounded it’s straight to work and straight back home when work is over.” Just normal silly teenage antics.

-Varian and lance content. C’mon they were such a funny duo! I just want to see them hanging out. They fall so much into “responsible one who just wanted a normal day” and “silly one who completely derails any chance of things going to plan” and it’s hilarious

-AU’s where Caine is a bigger villain then she was in canon. I feel like I’m not the only one who thought Caine would play a much larger role than she did, I mean her motive is so interesting! A girl who lost her father due to a petty crime that was treated far to seriously for what it was (I don’t think her specifies that it was a petty crime but considering she makes a point to mention the large crack down on crimes when Rapunzel when missing I’m willing to bet her father was locked up for life for something like stealing some food or being a pickpocket) plus her personality seems to cool for her to NEVER be utilized more.

-VAT7K fics that don’t push Nuru into the “mom friend, medic/healer” trope. Let her be a teen girl who’s finally letting loose, getting to be free from her stuffy princess life. I want to see it, also need more fics centered around Hugo and Nuru’s dynamic. Varian and Eugene fall into the “annoying little brother and his tired older brother” but Hugo and Nuru are peak “annoying little sister and her equally annoying and immature older brother”

-Lance being smart! I love it when characters we normally would say are the “dumb best friend” get to show they are intelligent, they just choose not to show it. I can just see a scene where everyone is ignoring Lance’s ideas for how to handle something and he just gets so mad he yells out his idea so everyone has to hear it and they just go “oh… that’s actually a good plan…huh” and then lance is upset there’s a bit of mild angst and then apologizes and comfort at the end

Anyway that’s my idea dump that I needed off my chest

#tangled varian #tangled rapunzel #tangled cassandra #tangled eugene #tangled the series #hugo vat7k #tangled lance #tangled quirin #vat7k au #nuru vat7k #tangled lady caine

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Master List

The complete list of all my fics available on AO3. This will be updated as needed.

MultiChapter Fics

Kaleidoscope - (Finished)

Jason Todd/Reader

Jason had all but abandoned the idea of ever meeting his soulmate. He avoided being touched altogether. Reader had never cared for the idea of soulmates anyway. She was frivolous of it and didn't think she'd meet her soulmate in a place like Gotham.

The universe had a different plan for both of them.

Uncrowed Royals - (Abandoned)

Peter Hale/Reader & Klaus Mikaelson/Reader

Reader has been asked to go back to her hometown to make an alliance with people she once knew. The friends she now has think that allies must be made in times like this but no one but them knows or understands why it's so important to do so.

A Good Man - (Finished)

Donald Pierce/Reader

Donald's first words from his soulmate always made him feel safe. It made him fight harder to eradicate mutants so that the world would be safer without them. However, when he finally meets his soulmate, it's nothing like had ever imagined.

A Siren's Song - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The reader is a mutant. She meets Remy and Logan when she starts college in New Orleans in 1994. Everything's fine but then she disappears without a trace. However, when they finally find her, a lot of things have changed, along with the day and age.

Hold On - (Finished)

Charles Xavier/Reader

The Reader is poisonous to the touch but she learns that she can do much more than just hurt.

Bottle Of Whiskey - (Finished)

Damon Salvatore/Reader

Reader kisses Damon because some sleazebag wouldn't stop hitting on her

Odd Little Town - (Finished)

Dean Winchester/Reader

Reader is a Seer. Dean has been invited to her strange town.

Can't Lose You - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

You were with Bucky before the war but then things changed.

Miracles - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The reader is hellbent on destroying HYDRA.

Force Of Nature - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader & Alex Summers/Reader

Reader is an Omega level mutant. She moved into the Stark tower as per Tony's request. Bucky wasn't frozen and Tony understands that what he did wasn't up to him but the doing of HYDRA.

A Handful Of Secrets - (Finished)

Tony Stark/Reader

Your grandmother's friend thinks that you're perfect for her godson.

Go With It - (Can Be Updated If Prompted)

Jim Gordon/Reader

The Reader and Jim have a nice date

Cinnamon - (Finished)

Leonard Snart/Reader

Reader finds out that Leonard Snart is her soulmate.

The Perfect Shot - (Abandoned)

Derek Hale/Reader

Derek's a photographer, Reader is an assassin, they bond over discussing how to take the "The Perfect Shot"

A Song For You - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Reader is assigned to Bucky to help him settle into the new age.

An Encounter With The Devil - (Finished)

Lucifer(Supernatural)/Reader

The Reader may perhaps be the only one who ever gave the devil sympathy.

Family Secrets - (Finished)

You’re Stiles’ older sister but you left to live with your mom’s aunt after she died, and Stiles prefered keeping you a private detail, so only Scott and the Sheriff and Scott’s mom even know you exist.

Would You Pose For Me? - (Finished)

Klaus Mikaelson/Reader

The reader poses for Klaus many times until he can't concentrate anymore.

As I Live And Breathe - (Finished)

Damon Salvatore/Reader

Damon and the Reader have known each other for a while, but maybe now they'll have time for each other.

The Ones With Alex Summers

Triggers - (Finished)

Reader is an enhanced but controlling herself is much more difficult when she never wanted it in the first place.

Marry Me - (Finished)

Reader and Alex are about to get married.

A Baby On The Way - (Finished)

Alex and the Reader are expecting.

A Homely School - (Finished)

Alex and the Reader have two very powerful twins.

Love Thy Neighbour - (Finished)

Alex and the Reader are neighbours.

Return For Me - (Finished)

Alex had been drafted for the war and the Reader is having a hard time with that.

Birthday Girl - (Finished)

It's the Reader's birthday

Can be read as a snippet from Force Of Nature for when it was Reader's birthday and Alex was alive.

This Again? - (Finished)

Alex and the Reader have been friends since childhood but there are some things that one just can't ignore.

What's In A Name? - (Finished)

Alex likes Reader but has an extremely ass-backwards way of showing it.

One Shot Fics

No Reservations (Finished)

Jason Todd/Reader

Reader is a Chef in Gotham for just a year for a certification. She wants to make friends. She'll do it even if it means forcing the neighbour to do it.

Forced Proximity (Finished)

Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Reader is a CIA Agent who needs to work with the FBI due to technical necessities to be able to operate on US soil. Stiles just so happens to be that agent.

Every Fateful Meeting (Finished)

Namor of Talokan (K'uk'ulkan)/Reader

Reader is Hob's cousin who was granted the same gift as him. And she's met Namor over various instances. He's grown curious about the optimistic human that doesn't age and she's intrigued by the man who lives in the ocean.

What A Child Needs (Finished)

Bruce Wayne/Reader

Reader is a friend of Bruce who has just found out that he's adopted a child. Her reaction is reasonable.

This Love (Finished)

Jason Todd/Reader

The times Jason met the Reader. Even after death.

Safe House - (Finished)

Mitch Rapp/Reader

Mitch was never supposed to make contact. But circumstances made things different.

Status: Alive - (Finished)

Jason Todd/Reader

Red Hood has been coming to the Reader for years to get stitched up but now he wants a little something more.

Masquerade Moonlight - (Finished)

Draco Malfoy/Reader

Draco and Reader share a dance and a conversation.

No Mistakes - (Finished)

Benjamin Poindexter/Reader

Dex has his sights set on someone new and this time he's determined to not make any mistakes or let his emotions control the situation.

For Life - (Finished)

Eddie Brock/Reader

Eddie is about to tell Reader about his little Venom complication. He doesn't know how she'll take it.

It's A Date - (Finished)

Eddie Brock/Reader

Reader lied to get out a situation but now that's landed her in a bigger one. Dan helps her out and her date goes a little better than planned.

Mine And Yours - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The Reader's children have been picking some stuff from school that they shouldn't be knowing and the other parent is just very distracting.

Not So Creative - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The Reader meets a handsome stranger and something about him is just so alluring that she can't help but be drawn to him.

A Conversation - (Finished)

Tony Stark&Reader

Reader is alone in her building but then hears a stranger trying to reach a neighbour who is no longer there.

Breathe - (Finished)

Isaac Lahey/Reader

The Reader leaves after the tragedy which kills most of her family but when she comes back to finish senior year in BeaconHills, everything seems to have changed.

I Have Time - (Finished)

Michael(Supernatural)/Reader

The Reader sold her soul long before Michael saw her but can he save her from an eternity in hell?

One More Year - (Finished)

Lucifer(Supernatural)/Reader

The Reader sold her soul for fame and fortune but Lucifer wants a favour.

Stay Awake - (Finished)

Erik Killmonger/Reader

Reader gets shot and Erik tries to keep her awake.

My Saviour - (Finished)

Billy Russo/Reader

The Reader meets Billy at another black-tie event.

Thankful - (Finished)

Damon Salvatore/Reader

The one where there's no angst and the newly turned vampire is like "THANK FUCK" when they realize that how awesome being a vampire actually is.

Once Upon A December - (Finished)

Loki/Reader

For DarknessTurnsMeOn's Song Fic Challenge

Once Upon A December - Anastasia (Musical)

Finest Money Could Buy - (Finished)

Billy Russo/Reader

Reader meets Billy Russo and she really likes what she sees.

Take Me Dancing - (Finished)

Remy LeBeau/Reader

Reader meets Gambit in a bar.

Stay In - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Bucky craves attention after parties.

Morning Light - (Finished)

Logan/Reader

The Reader and Logan had a "friends with benefits" kinda thing for a while, doesn't seem to work for the reader anymore.

Little Fire - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader & Remy LeBeau/Reader

Reader catches Bucky cheating on her, ends up having a one night stand with Remy and is now pregnant with zero idea about who's baby it is.

My Home - (Finished)

Derek Hale/Reader

Derek goes to the Reader's place after a run during the full moon.

You're My Home - (Finished)

Isaac Lahey/Reader

Isaac always goes to the Reader's place after a run during the full moon.

Come Back To Me - (Finished)

Frank Castle/Reader

Frank shows up once again to Reader's place, bloodied and bruised. She says something she was hoping to keep to herself.

A Faltering Heartbeat - (Finished)

Isaac Lahey/Reader

The Hale McCall pack takes the Reader in and certain Beta has a crush on her.

First Encounters - (Finished)

Isaac Lahey/Reader

The Reader meets Isaac in a bar when she's visiting BeaconHills.

Not A Monster - (Finished)

Damon Salvatore/Reader

Damon is on a destructive path and the Reader helps him through it.

To Fall For The Fallen - (Finished)

Lucifer(Supernatural)/Reader

Lucifer and Reader enjoy a moment together after she grooms his wings.

The Training Chamber - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The Winter Soldier and the Reader have a moment in the training chambers.

Rocky Road Ice Cream - (Finished)

Frank Castle/Reader

Reader's ice cream tub is always empty.

A Hired Dame - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The Winter Soldier is rewarded for a successful mission.

Do You Ever Shut Up? - (Finished)

Frank Castle/Reader

Reader doesn't keep quiet so Frank makes use of that mouth.

This Is A School - (Finished)

Logan/Reader

Reader wants Logan because the house is empty.

Stained Skin - (Finished)

Damon Salvatore/Reader

Damon tries to convince the Reader that he likes her.

Vines - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader/Steve Rogers

The Reader overhears her boyfriends talking to Fury and thinks they're talking about her.

A Fort And A Couch - (Finished)

Steve Rogers/Reader

Steve thinks the Reader is cheating on him but she's just trying to build a fort.

A Small Price - (Finished)

Leonard Snart/Reader

Reader has stolen Ray's laptop to unlock her phone but she can't seem to break through. Leonard decides to help for a small price.

Please Stay - (Finished)

Bruce Banner/Reader

Bruce and Reader like each other but neither knows how to go about it!

Ghosts That Keep Haunting - (Finished)

Ward Meachum/Reader

Reader and Ward used to be friends in college but lost touch after they graduated. What happens when they get back in touch?

Scars - (Finished)

Draco Malfoy/Reader

Reader and Draco Malfoy are in their 8th Year at Hogwarts.

And More - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Reader helps Bucky through a panicked phase.

Turn Off The Lights - (Finished)

Bucky Barnes/Reader

James is bad at following orders. The Rreader doesn't take his shit.

Reckless - (Finished)

Sam Winchester/Reader

Reader's reckless behaviour bothers Sam more than he wished it would.

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 2 years

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Sunday

So before my writer’s block cracked open in August, someone I believed was my friend sent me this writing prompt that actually did produce some quality writing in about 20 minutes. She sent it to me right before Mother’s Day, which is historically a hard day for me to deal with because of my relationship with my mom. I posted it on Mother’s Day, and I maybe reblogged it once. And today is Sunday, and the prompt is for Sundays, and I wanted a trusted friend or two who I don’t think saw this before to see it here, and I wanted to add onto it. I know I’m posting a lot here and I’m not sure who if anyone is looking at it, but the words are helping me. So I’m going to keep doing it. Anyway, this was the prompt:

Here’s what I wrote:

Sunday

My mother always prioritized convenience over connection. When I was a little girl, Mom never minded the twenty minute drive to the river to drop me off with my grandparents daily, because they provided free childcare for me when she worked. It was convenient. I set up camp at Gramma and Granda’s; that’s really where home was, even though the address listed on my school and medical records said Not Their House. Once Gramma died, and I was closer to twelve than eleven, and Mom felt confident I could handle myself alone without getting her outwardly accused of being a negligent mother, all of my connections became her inconvenience. Pull her out of the school district she’s grown up in and move her into the closer, more convenient one. Who cares if she doesn’t have any friends? Who cares about her missed connections? Who needs connections when you have convenience? Geographic closeness will always conquer emotional closeness on Mom’s list of what’s important. I started living for Sunday. The same twenty minute drive once a week to visit Granda, one of exactly two people I felt lovingly connected to, and the only one still living, became a chore. My connection didn’t matter, only her perceived inconvenience did, but I still got to have it on Sunday. I still got to go to the little river town church where my favorite aunt and uncle and cousins all went; I still got to watch baseball on cable with Granda in his little retirement home apartment. He sold the house and split the money four ways; twenty-five percent to Mom and Dad. He didn’t want the money and he didn’t want to live there anymore without her; there were too many stacked years of memories; too much connection from which he couldn’t escape the heavy loss. He didn’t want to live anywhere without her, really; he didn’t want to live without her. Period. Granda started regularly asking God to take him so he could be with His Doe and not in this little apartment where he lived only for Sunday and the scraps of connection he used to feast on every day. Mom called him a drag. She echoed his wish that God would just take him as often as he made it, but she didn’t want him to regain his treasured connection, she just wanted to pile up more of her own convenience. She hoarded convenience like a dragon hoards gold, and regardless of how much she felt was stolen from her or who she felt took it away, that was the loss she felt. Mom despised Sunday. Sunday took more than just a stray coin or two from her abundance of convenience; and my connection to Granda; to the river town; to the rest of my family; never adequately compensated her for her deficit. It grew every week; my debt for insisting on the connection grew with interest each Sunday, but I let it grow until Granda died too. He finally got to reconnect. At least I hope that’s what happened with him and Gramma; they’re together now, somewhere, everyday, connected. I’m not sure about it though. I don’t go to any church on Sunday anymore. I don’t even make a twenty minute drive. But I’m home and always connected.

I should have subtitled this post Connection and Convenience.

I’m posting this again here because I’m feeling the same dismissal and disregarding of my connections from the person who sent me this prompt originally that I have always felt from my mom. She’s like oddly echoed my mom on so many levels for me in the past two weeks of sitting in fairly extreme social anxiety. Like an echo, it’s not exactly the same as the original sound, but it’s close enough to be recognizable. I thought we were connected. Because of my past with my mom, I’ve been unfortunately set up to believe that anyone who willingly spends time with me and/or talks to me where I get to say things too must love me. But almost always, they’re using me. And this person definitely was. I was convenient company, not a real connection. As soon as I became inconvenient, I wasn’t connected anymore. I try my best to not ever operate like that. I certainly never intend to treat other people like they are just a convenience to me, and I try to convey that I am willing to deal with a fair amount of inconvenience for a real connection. What I give is always real. It comes from a genuine, sincere place. But sometimes things in my own life come to the surface, like serious anxiety and trauma triggers...like practical impediments like sickness and travel and family emergency...like whatever. And I know those things happen in other people’s lives too, so I try to never be inconvenient whenever I possibly can. I know people have families and other friendships and careers and health conditions and their own trauma that makes it difficult sometimes to connect with me in convenient ways, and I try my best to be alright with that. So when someone else treats me cavalierly...makes it very clear that although I am willing to wade through some inconvenience for them, they aren’t willing to feel a drop of it from me...ever...regardless of what the inconvenience is...it hurts a lot. It hurts because it always takes me back to my mom. It triggers most of my anxiety and trauma and self-esteem damage triggers. So that’s where I’m at this Sunday. There, and I’ve been watching Derry Girls kind of staggered with amazing friends, and Granda Joe really makes me miss my own Granda.

TV show actors ^^^^

Real Life Me with my Gramma and Granda ^^^^^ Whoever reads this? You’re not convenient company for me. I feel like you’re an important connection. I hope you feel that way about me too. <3

#missing my grandparents pretty bad the past month #especially the last two weeks #connection you can be secure inside and certain of is very rare; they were my first real ones #and only real ones for a long time

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tumbleringismycopingmechanism · 1 year

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So, I got an ask to answer all questions from the last ask sheet I reblogged. Here you go:

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Not really I guess? I mean, it could be so much worse, but my father's practically a stranger to me because he was hardly ever around and my mom pretty much closed herself off emotionally after my older brother died (I was still very young back then), so I also feel like I barely know her. But we usually all have a pretty nice time during holidays and they both support me financially as best as they can, so I don't really think I have a right to complain much.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

I'm not sure I've ever said that to anyone. There's a similar phrase im German (it roughly translates to "I hold you dear") that you usually use with family (and I guess friends?), and even that one I barely use. I just never had one to say it to, I guess.

03: Do you regret anything?

Yes. But if I were to list every regret of mine, we'd be here for a while. Though in rare moments I can't bring myself to regret anything, because it made me who I am. (Most of the time I'm not really happy with who that is, so of course I have regrets then.)

04: Are you insecure?

Yes. Maybe less so here with the anonymity of the internet, but not by much.

05: What is your relationship status?

I'm currently single.

06: How do you want to die?

No idea, I'm open to suggestions. (jk😆)

07: What did you last eat?

White cookie poki sticks

08: Played any sports?

I'm terrible at litterally any sport you can imagine, but sometimes I like to go swimming, biking or hiking.

09: Do you bite your nails?

No. (But to my shame sometimes the skin around them without noticing.)

10: When was your last physical fight?

If I had to guess, when I was still a kid and me and my younger sister used to fight a lot. I can't really remember though.

11: Do you like someone?

Yes, several someones which is why I had a little crisis that ended with me now considering that I might be polyamorous.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Not quite, but I think something close to it several times.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

No one particular person that I actually know in person, but of course I hate Homophobes, Transphobes, Racists etc.

14: Do you miss someone?

Yes, but that's a bit complicated.

15: Have any pets?

Nope, also never had any. And while I would love to have little animal companion, I feel like I should not be trusted with having to keep something alive...

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Okay-ish. Have a bit of a headache, but otherwise I'm fine and as I said answering the ask that prompted this post, I'm delighted there's someone who cares to know so much about me.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Nope.

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Yes.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Depends how much I could go back. I'm a big history nerd and would love to see some events as they happen.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

In front of a parking building in summer 2021. I did not really enjoy it.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Mostly doing stuff for uni. I also partake in the production of a local culteral event this weekend.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Nope. For similar reasons as with the pets.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

If holes for earrings count, then those, in the usual spot. Apart from that, no.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

I usually got straight As in everything but P.E., but often times they felt undeserved (e.g. in Latin - because even 4 years after my graduation and with additionally completing the entire Duolingo course, I still barely understand a word when I come accross it).

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes; see answer 14.

26: What are you craving right now?

Affection. I always do.

Also, to finally be through with the semester and all my exams so I can have some sembelence of free time again.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

If so, I honestly don't know. As far as exes go, I have three (that generously counting, as you'll see). With the first one I was together at the start of Elementary School. When I broke up with him, his mother lamented to mine that he was heartbroken, but he never seemed to be so in school and also, we were like 7, so I'm not sure it even counts.

With my second ex-bf, I thought I would be breaking his heart, be he told me that he usually doesn't feel any emotions (intently) and that he pretty much didn't care that I broke up with him.

And with my last ex, I can't even tell you whom of us broke up, so I can't imagine that I broke his heart. (We haven't spoken since, so I have no way to guess either.)

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Don't think so, no.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Not as far as I know, no.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

My headache. And I'm getting slightly hungry.

31: Does somebody love you?

Bloody good question. As far as I know, no. (Some of my family members sometimes claim they do, but I have a hard time believing it, since I think they'd at least try to spend time with me from time to time if they really did.)

32: What is your favourite color?

Black, but most of the time I enjoy it more when it's paired with other colours.

33: Do you have trust issues?

I don't think so.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I don't really remember... The last time I still remembered what I dreamt when I woke up, I posted it here because it was Good Omens related. So if you scroll back enough, you can read it.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

I don't cry in front of other people. (To be fair, I hardly ever cry on my own either.) Although, come to think of it, one time I cried in school in front of a floor full of people - but none of them noticed.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

I don't think so.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forget. To forgive I have to figure out why it even still bothers me and most of the time I have no idea.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

So far it is. But January isn't even over yet, so that's hardly an achievement.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

20.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No.

51: Favourite food?

Pizza or curly fries, I think.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Probably not everything, but most things. (And by "for a reason" I usually mean a logically reason, not some almighty higher force or something.)

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

I started answering an asked, but got too tired and finished it this morning instead.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No.

55: Are you mean?

Sometimes, I think. Most times I will apologize though. But as far as I know I also often come across as mean when I'm actually not, so... Think of that what you will.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Noone, as far as I remember.

57: Do you believe in true love?

I mean, it kinda depends on how you define "true love", but yes.

58: Favourite weather?

Summer rain/thunderstorms.

59: Do you like the snow?

Only to look at and for pretty much nothing else; so technically no.

60: Do you wanna get married?

Not necessarily, but I do want a relationship.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I think I wouldn't like that nickname much.

62: What makes you happy?

The most: texting to/talking with people I like and who I feel might like me back. But also reading, singing, dancing, painting, writing, on rare occasions hiking, learning new stuff.

63: Would you change your name?

If I ever manage to publish a book I think I might do it under a pen name. If I ever get married, I might consider it. Apart from that, no, I don't think so.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Yes.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

That's a hard question, because I don't really have any irl friends, let alone a best friend. And without a specific person in mind, the question is kinda pointless, because the answer would be based purely on speculation.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

I don't think I have anyone (at least irl) that I feel like I can act my complete self around. My little sister probably comes closes, but she's obviously my sister, not my friend, and also not of the opposite gender.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

(Actual talking:) Some guys with whom I work on a project for uni together. We had a seminar together this morning.

(If texting also counts:) The lovely @jdoegainer 🥰🥰🥰

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I'm not sure what counts as "deep".

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Yes.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

I think so, yes.

If you made it this far thank you (and sorry 😅). Also, if any of the answers isn't specific enough, feel free to ask again. Also also, if you're the one who sent me the anonymous ask for this, feel free to text me 😊

#me #asks #thanks for the asks #i love getting asks

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luminnara · 3 years

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alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request: Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches.

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with.

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom.

“Why are we going?” the little girl called.

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh.

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there.

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door.

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you.

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh.

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance.

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you.

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

“Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called.

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting.

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to.

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him.

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school.

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall.

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead.

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled.

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said.

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her.

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed.

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today.

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair.

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you.

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted.

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi.

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead.

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway.

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face.

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku.

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled.

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face.

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there.

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you.

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them.

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said.

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her.

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion.

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat.

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba.

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you.

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek.

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up.

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked.

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked.

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own.

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch.

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder.

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected.

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested.

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously.

“Not another word.” he growled.

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his.

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly.

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand.

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked.

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said.

“Yeah!” Mina agreed.

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions.

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy.

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted.

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up.

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving.

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side.

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled.

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

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