#(platonic)

[aspec-joy]

Platonic valentines!

hello I have opened my threadless shop after 5000 years

[mikkies]

「 HAPPY NA BIRTHDAY MO PA! 」

Forsaken Survivors x GN! Reader

warnings: none

notes: my apology for being gone for like 3 days(?) can be read as platonic or romantic hcs—if you're reading this on your birthday, happy birthday!! I'll add a killers' and Block Tales' version very soon! :3

☆ — Guest 1337

When he hears it’s your birthday, he takes it very seriously. Despite the never-ending loop of your life now, he insists on marking the day.

Spends hours scavenging quietly and carves you a small wooden badge with a crude star and your name.

“Figured you deserve to feel seen today.”

You find a folded camo vest outside your cabin—it's one of his extras, patched up.

“I saw you looking at my vest yesterday. Here's a spare.”

Stays close to you that night in case you want to sit and talk. He's still corny, though.

“Guess that makes you one year more badass, huh?”

☆ — Taph

You find a collection of strange but elegant trinkets arranged neatly on your windowsill before sunrise—tiny trinkets, a flower, and a feather ink-dipped to write your initial on bark. It’s intentional, not random.

He doesn’t draw attention to it, nor himself. He simply appears later and taps on your shoulder before signing to you.

“🎂🤩‼️” (Happy Birthday [Name]!!).

Watches you carefully throughout the day. If you seem off, he’ll guide you to sit beneath the hollow tree where it's quietest, your birthday moment shared in stillness rather than fanfare.

Leaves behind a handmade charm woven from his feathers and thread. No words, just a look in his eyes that says, “You matter. You survived another year. That’s sacred.”

☆ — 007n7

You don’t even think he knows your birthday—until you see a poorly wrapped bundle on your porch: a bloxy cola, a handmade bracelet, and a scribbled note:

“I know I’m a screw-up. But you’re still here. That means something. Happy birthday, [Name].”

Doesn’t say much, but later that night, he lingers nearby your cabin and mumbles,

“You remind me of my kid sometimes. I hope he had birthdays like this.”

If you invite him in to eat or just sit, he gets really awkward and chokes up.

“...Thanks for not hating me.”

☆ — Elliot

Plots something heartfelt, he breaks into the supply stash and bakes you a birthday pizza with your favorite toppings.

Gets one of his red visor and scribbles your name on it with marker.

Was the first to tell everyone that it’s your birthday with a dramatic hand gesture.

“That’s right! Let's celebrate [Name]'s birthday! They lived another year in this dump.”

Grins when you roll your eyes.

“Don’t get used to kindness. I’m still mad about the time you left me to save yourself.”

☆ — Builderman

After the rounds, there’s a new addition outside your cabin, a handmade bench made from salvaged wood and old signage. It's practical… and thoughtful.

Says nothing about it at first. Just nods toward it.

“You deserve somewhere to sit and just be.”

Brings you one item from his stash, either a half-working music box or a metal flower he tinkered together.

“It won’t last forever, but it’s yours.”

Later, he sits nearby during one of the rare calm moments and shares a story about the early days of Roblox.

“Before all this… birthdays were loud. Thought you’d appreciate a quiet one.”

☆ — Chance

You don’t think he knows, but he does. They've been keeping quiet, watching for days to confirm the date without having to ask.

His gift is a gamble: a handmade charm coin, jagged and burnt at the edges, with a symbol scratched on one side and your initial on the other.

“Flip it when you feel brave or scared. Either way, it’ll land on something true.”

They joke like it’s no big deal.

“Happy birthday! You’re still here, and that means something.”

☆ — Noob

Noob panics when they find out it’s your birthday.

“OH NO I—DIDN’T MAKE A CAKE! Or or or… a lasagna! Or—or anything fancy!!”

Ends up scrambling together a pile of edible items from their stash, a squished burger, an unopened bloxy cola, and a weirdly warm slice of "Mystery Meat Pie."

“T-T-This is, um… your birthday buffet…?”

They’re too nervous to join you at first, just hiding behind your cabin door and pushing the plate inside with a stick.

But eventually they knock again, holding a makeshift hat (it's a napkin) and say,

“U-uh… happy birthday, [Name]... I saved my best bloxy cola for you. That’s how you know I mean it.”

☆ — Two Time

When they hear it’s your birthday, they don’t celebrate—they observe it.

Quietly leaves a token outside your cabin: a simple black stone, engraved with the spawn symbol and your initials underneath. It’s smooth, well-made.

“To mark the cycle,” they explain when you ask. “Not everyone makes it this far. You did.”

Their gaze lingers a little longer than usual. They seem… contemplative. Like your birthday challenges something in them.

“Birthdays used to mean cake,” they mutter with a strange smile. “Now they mean you haven’t been taken yet.”

They're creepy.

☆ — Dusekkar

Dusekkar arrives without warning, leaving a small, handmade lantern with a flickering orange flame outside your cabin.

When asked about it, he simply nods, then speaks,

”Not all who burn are meant to fall, You’ve danced through dark and dared through all.”

The lantern isn’t magical, but somehow it never goes out. It’s comforting.

He doesn’t linger long, but his presence is still. Focused. Respectful.

If you ask for more, he responds softly,

“I do not sing, I do not cheer, but still I mark that you are here.”

☆ — Shedletsky

Strolls into the main cabin like it’s a backyard BBQ, loudly declaring,

“HEY, IT’S [NAME]’S BIRTHDAY! EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND PARTY!”

Slaps a mismatched, poorly-made, ridiculous crown on your head.

“Boom!!! Royalty. Heh!”

Spends most of the day goofing off around you so won’t feel alone.

But if the mood drops, he gets quieter. His wings twitch. You catch an uncommon serious glint in his eyes.

“...Hey. You made it another year. Don’t think that doesn’t count. ‘Cause it does.”

[mottysith]

Hi there, friend! Are you able to do headcanons for Forsaken survivors x Zombie Nurse! reader, who died in a previous war and was resurrected by the Spectre for shits and giggles? Can be gender-neutral or female. Bonus: reader is very sweet and polite but always carries a gun if they're threatened.

Survivors x Zombie! Nurse! GN! Reader.

Warnings: death (obviously), general violence of forsaken.

Before dying you were a young nurse who joined the war health team to help soldier live longer.

You cured thousands of people each day, until your camp was bombed and you put yourself as a human shield to protect the other soldiers and nurses, dying honorably.

A few years after your death, the spectre found out about your sacrificial due to the stories of the people you saved by giving your own life, causing the spectre to gain a interest in you. Making you a survivor of its twisted game.

Considering that due to the bomb explosion your body was totally mutilated, the spectre put stiches on all yout joints to be able to make you a useful zombie.

And when it was able to finally make you a functional zombie, it randomly put you in the survivor's cabin just like it does everytime there is a new survivor, surprising the people in the cabin.

At first the survivors were scared because well, you were a zombie and looked a little dead. Especially noob who seemed overly terrified.

But after noticing how confused you looked the survivors gave you a chance, being able to show how nice you are. And not only that but you were a support, a healer more expecific. Making the survivors more fond of you ecen if you are a zombie.

During rounds you do your best to make sure everyone is safe and healed, making well use of all your nurse's habilities.

Elliot is glad to have another healer in the team, mostly going for you during rounds and having you as the main priority when the time to choose who to heal comes around.

Builderman often includes you in the round's strategies because after all, you are a healer. A valuable hability for all the survivors and well needed too. Builderman also would tell you were he will put a sentry or a dispenser.

Shedletsky just as Guest 1337 would have your back during rounds, protecting you during words but due to his reckless nature it mostly ends up with you having to heal Shedletsky due to him missing his sword attack.

Chance is nice and they were the first to welcome you due to his extroverted nature, but as you managed to bond with the other survivors you two slowly stopped talking unless it is to heal them, after all he is a gambler and you don't want that kind of influence in your life, even as a friend. Though you are very grateful everytime they save you during rounds and you heal them in return.

Two time believes that you could be helped greatly as long as you join the spawn, so they will pester you alot about joining the so obvious cult.

You usually stay far away from Taph, he is a nice guy and all, but his subspace tripmine remind you too much of your death. And if it explodes close to your form you can't take it mentally.

Due to your politeness, you will end up befriending Dusekkar, since you don't curse or use vulgar language it will make you two bond. Even from time to time you two would have tea in the cabin during free time.

007n7 is very fond of you because you are one of the few people, if not the only that is nice to him even after all he has done. Being really gratefull everytime you heal him. Though he is going to admot that he was at first terrified of you and that you made c00lkidd cry a few times before due to being a zombie.

Guest 1337 respects you, but really respects you. He has been to a war before just like you and he knows how hard it is and how much workload and trauma it is for the nurses. Expect him to have your back during rounds.

Noob likes you, they truly do, but it would be better if you stay far away from them unless it is to heal them, after all, you know, since you are a zombie your skin doesn't look the best. A little rotten it is, and Noob is lowkey horrified of it.

You have a gun safely tucked in your pocket, it was gifted to you by one of the soldiers you assited during your nursing years, ever since you have treasured it and have it kept it as a self defense weapon.

Sadly you can't use it during rounds because the spectre simply doesn't let you, but if things get too heavy in the cabin you use it to 'calm things down'.

The first time you had to use it was when Two time was getting too insistent with joining the spawn cult, and then you never had to use it again since now all the other survivors knew you had a gun and try their best to not make you mad.

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"You should join our spawn, your devotion to our god will bring back your alive days" Two time couldn't stop talking to you about how nice the spawn was and that you should join it.

At first you listened to their ramblings just to be nice but it has started to genuinely pester you. "Come on Reader, our spawn is waiting for your prayers!" Those words set you off, finaly convincing you to grab your gun and point it at them.

"Stop, I will not join that spawn cult" You stated confidently as you holded the so precious gun with your two hands, pointing it precicely at Two time.

Two time quickly raiced their hands as the other survivors started to watch your movement.

As you quickly noticed the lost of your temper you safely tucked the gun back at its pockets, makimg sure it was safe locked before doing so.

"Im sorry, I have lost my temper" You apologized as the others watched you in shock, except Chance who haves a gun of their own and considers it funny.

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In a general note, the other survivors like you, after all you are nice and a healer. Very useful to the team.

You being a zombie does nothing to how they perceive you, after round after round of being murdered makes you stop caring about things like that.

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Notes: I hope you like thiss!

[glassmitu]

Hi it me again woohoo

Anyway can you do yandere coolkid(platonic)x reader headcanons?

Bty ty again for answer my last request i was happy that time😁

Masterlist — Forsaken

Request — Yandere!c00lkidd x reader, platonic, headcanons,,

⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — hai hai ^∆^,, thanks for requesting again and you are welcome <3

Yan!C00LKIDD

𖣠 You are probably killer, mabye around same age as him or older,

𖣠 At first , you only played with him out of pity, since the others doesn't really seems to wanna deal with a kid.

𖣠 This resulted into c00lkidd becoming attached to you, after all whenever he were the round's killer everyone ran away from him, even his dad didn't do anything, also the other killers,

𖣠 C00lkidd sees you as his idol, someone that he looks up to very high regards, just like how he sees his dad as his idol too!

𖣠 He gets upset whenever you stop playing with him, as he would ask you non stop to play again, which you agree on to not deal with more questions.

𖣠 Overall, c00lkidd doesn't really have any rivals but he does glare silently at the other killers that you seems to talk to,

𖣠 He doesn't get it why waste your time on meanies like them! He's 100% sure that he is cooler!

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[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: so…I heard a rumor—

Clark: (groans) no I don’t have a secret harem

Y/N: I was gonna say you apparently have a memory wiping kiss.

Clark: what?! No I don’t.

Y/N: okay good. Cause that’s the only reason I haven’t kissed Kara yet and I didn’t want to break her heart

Clark:

For @marveldcfandom

[ablobwhowrites]

Yandere dc stuff

(for this the reader is only platonic and gender neutral.)

Imagine a magical girl like y/n as they are in the batfamily and aren't allowed on missions but one day somehow find a magical device that lets them become a magical girl and starts going out to stop crime and the batfamily let's them but oh my god if a criminal accidentally hurts y/n even a small bit. They are gone and y/n gets a ice cream for completing the mission successful.

The villains like y/n because their like "that's my kid now" just kinda like they are aunts and uncles to magical girl y/n who then grows up to be a teenager but still does the magical girl stuff but wishes they could at least change the design as it grows with them but it's always very bright and colorful compared to the actual fit they have cause they look like they came back from a death metal concert but still have the magical girl powers and their kinda of staff/wand is actually conscious as kinda a magical helper who basically guides y/n but has to say to y/n to call out the names of the spells for them to work and the wand was basically named sparky because the staff/wand sparks and y/n was a little kid when getting this for the first time so y/n has to deal with sparky just trying to tell y/n what to do.

Sparky: "y/n, you have taken the duty of being a ma-"

Y/n: "I WAS FUCKING 10! IM IN FUCKING HIGHSCHOOL NOW!"

Sparky: "WELL IM NOT THE ONE WHO BOUGHT THE MYSTERIOUS WAND FROM A FUCKING STORE, NOW AM I? NOW CAST THE DAMN UNICORN SPELL!"

Y/n hasn't told anyone about how their staff is conscious and has opinions on everyone as y/n tried to throw sparky away but the damn staff/wand came back at them like a damn boomerang. Like imagining y/n basically being those pictures of people dressed in cute outfit then are just smoking a cigarette or something. Y/n craves to have a dark aesthetic outfit as their magical girl clothes but can't because sparky says that eventually they can change their magical girl clothes but not now because sparky is a petty bitch and likes to fuck with y/n sometimes.

Also i imagine just superman seeing y/n being all bummed out over still having to wear pink and glittery uniforms because their wand/staff doesn't wanna change their magical girl clothes. So he says that many people like their outfit as yes it doesn't really match the batfamilys outfits it still can inspire people to maybe step out of their comfort zone to dress like y/n and that many kids think they look cool and think the spells they do are very cool and it does make y/n a bit more happy as at least people like their outfit and think their at least cool. Also imaging y/n being apart of the young justice league or kinda a honorary member of the teen titans and starfire absolutely loves their outfit and wishes she could wear one likes theirs.

(Anyways that's it for now! Hopefully you guys like this stupid idea that I just wanted to do but if you do like it please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[cheschesterpossum]

not canon but I've been thinking about these two way too much since the last about Lockdown and Rogue!y/n

Based off Maleficent and Aurora

[anonymousewrites]

Nobody's Soldier (Book 2) Chapter One

Found Family! Supernatural x Teen! Reader

Chapter One: Lucier's Rise

Summary: The Cage opened, and Lucifer rose. What are hunters to do?

Mouse Note: Welcome back already! This is going to be another fun ride! As ever, please feel free to comment. It brings joy to this old writer's heart (not very old, but there we go). Hope you guys all enjoy!

            “What the devil is your name?”

            “S-S-S—Uh, Yosemite Sam!”

            “Yosemite Sam? Hm, let’s see.”

            (Y/N) blinked, the ringing in their ears and the blinding light in their eyes fading rapidly. They shook their head and grimaced as it pounded. Looking around, they saw a cartoon playing on an…airplane TV?

            “What the hell?” said Dean, eyes wide with confusion.

            “I don’t know,” said Sam, still tense.

            “Are we dead?” asked (Y/N) hesitantly, hand flying to their still-warm-to-the-touch necklace.

            “Folks, quick word from the flight deck,” said the pilot’s voice over the cabin speakers. “We’re just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore…”

            “Ilchester?” repeated Dean. “Weren’t we just there?”

            “Definitely not dead, then,” said (Y/N). How depressing would it be if you had to go through TSA to get into Heaven?

            “So if you’d like to stretch your legs,” continued the pilot, “now would be a good time to—Holy crap!”

            Outside the window, a blaring, blinding light shot up from the ground. It was the very same light Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) had someone teleported away from. The entire plane pitched to the side, and the metaling whining reverberated. (Y/N) covered their ears and screamed, voice mixing with the painful ringing and burning as deeply as their spirit quartz amulet did.

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            A strange few hours later that were becoming a pattern of a strange life, Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) were back in the impala after a lucky emergency landing in Ilchester itself.

            “—And Governor O’Malley urged calm, saying it’s very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown.”

            (Y/N) frowned at the radio.

            “Change the station,” said Dean.

            Sam clicked to the next station.

            “Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston Area—”

            Click.

            “—Announced a successful test of the North Korea nuclear—”

            Click.

            “—Baffled—”

            Click.

            “—Swine Flu—”

            Sam shut the radio off. Evidence of Lucifer’s rise was everyone, it seemed.

            “Dean, (Y/N)—” Sam spoke in the silence.

            “Don’t. Don’t say anything,” said Dean. “It’s okay. We just got to keep our heads down and has this out, alright?”

            “Yeah. Okay.” Sam’s guilt weighed on him despite Dean’s words. He glanced in the rearview mirror and watched (Y/N), bruised with stab wounds beneath their shirt. One of those wounds was from Ruby. Many of them were. They had nearly died because of the demon he’d foolishly trusted. Sam swallowed.

            “First things first,” said Dean. “How did we end up on ‘Soul Plane?’ ”

            “Angels, maybe?” wondered Sam. “I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm’s way?”

            “I didn’t think the angels were fans of ours,” said (Y/N). Probably want us dead.

            “Well, whatever,” said Dean. “It’s the least of our worries. We need to find Cas.”

            “Where is he?” asked Sam.

            “We were at Chuck’s place,” said (Y/N). “And he…held off an archangel.” They grimaced.

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            Chuck’s house looked like a hurricane had blown through, but the blood splattered across the floor spelled another truth. The hunters walked through the rooms, trying to find a sign of Cas or Chuck. They heard a creak and narrowed their eyes. Sam stepped forward, and someone jumped out of nowhere, swinging for his head.

            Sam stumbled back. “Geez! Ow!”

            “Sam,” said Chuck, staring with wild eyes. He had bruises and cuts over his body, too, equally as disheveled as his house. “So…so you’re okay?”

            “Well, my head hurts,” said Sam.

            “No, I mean—I mean, my-my last vision, you went, like, full-on Vader,” said Chuck. “Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heartrate was two hundred. Your eyes were black.”

            “Your eyes went black?” questioned Dean.

            (Y/N) stiffened instinctually, and Sam swallowed at the instant displays of worry.

            “I didn’t know,” he said softly.

            “…Okay,” said (Y/N). It unnerved them, but Sam had no reason to lie at the moment. They doubted he had the energy, either.

            “Where’s Cas?” demanded Dean.

            Chuck swallowed. “He’s…dead. Or gone.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            “The archangel smote the crap out of him,” said Chuck.

            Cas is gone? (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. They had known he wasn’t invincible, but Castiel had seemed so strong. And, out of all the angels, he truly seemed to care, despite the factory reset, too. He cared about Dean, and he had helped Dean and (Y/N) to help Sam. (Y/N) had liked him. And now yet another person they cared for was gone, dead.

            “You’re sure?” said Dean, voice harsh. His expression betrayed no emotion, but on the inside…Castiel’s loss hit hard.

            “I’m sorry.” Chuck shook his head.

            “I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something,” said Dean, trying to create a scenario where he was alright.

            “Oh, no, he, like, exploded,” said Chuck with absolutely no tact (and he was an author). “Like a water balloon of chunky soup.” He took in a deep, trembling breath. “This has been a really stressful day.”

            “It can’t be as worse as our day,” sighed (Y/N), running a hand through their hair. The exhaustion was starting to catch up to them.

            “Cas, you stupid bastard,” said Dean, voice croaking ever-so-slightly.

            “Stupid? He was trying to help us,” said Sam, turning on Dean.

            “Yeah, exactly!” snapped Dean. And as usual, it got someone killed.

            “What do we do now?” asked (Y/N), too tired for another fight.

            “I don’t know,” said Dean, shaking his head.

            “Oh, no,” said Chuck suddenly.

            “What?” said all three hunters.

            “I can feel them,” said Chuck, looking down.

            “Thought we’d find you here.”

            (Y/N), Sam, and Dean turned to find Zachariah standing in Chuck’s destroyed kitchen. (Y/N) themself had never met Zachariah, but they’re heard about the weaselly angel and thoroughly disliked him.

            “Playtime’s over, Dean,” said Zachariah. “Time to come with us.”

            “You just keep your distance, asshat,” barked Dean.

            Zachariah looked taken aback. “You’re upset.”

            “Yeah—a little,” said Dean with an unpleasant smile. “You son of a bitches jumpstarted Judgement Day!”

            “We let it happen. We didn’t start anything,” corrected Zachariah.

            “Wow, they should be lawyers with the amount of loopholes they find,” grumbled (Y/N). Angels were such dicks.

            “Watch your tongue when you speak to an angel of the lord, urchin,” said Zachariah, and (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Besides, shouldn’t you be upset with Sammy? He’s the one who ‘jumpstarted’ everything.” He looked at Dean. “You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn’t. So let’s quibble over who started what. Let’s just say it was all our faults and move on. Cause like it or not…it’s Apocalypse Now.” He grinned. “And we’re back on the same team again.”

            “Is that so?” remarked Dean with a heavy dose of snark.

            “You want to kill the Devil,” said Zachariah. “We want you to kill the Devil. It’s Synergy.”

            “And I’m just supposed to trust you?” scoffed Dean. “Cram it with walnuts, ugly.”

            “This isn’t a game, son,” said Zachariah. “Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel.”

            “His vessel?” said (Y/N). Like Jimmy Novak as Cas’s? “He needs one?”

            “He is an angel,” said Zachariah, talking down to the “idiot human.” He chuckled. “Them’s the rules. And when he touches down, we’re talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies—the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean. But you need our help.”

            “You listen to me, you two-faced douche,” said Dean. “After what you did, I don’t want jack squat from you!”

            “You listen to me, boy!” Zachariah’s calm, charismatic façade broke in an instant. “You think you can rebel against us?” He chuckled mirthlessly. “As Lucifer did?” He frowned suddenly. “You’re bleeding.”

            (Y/N) looked down to see blood dripping from Dean’s hand.

            “Oh, yeah.” Dean grinned. “A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up.” He turned, pulled a sliding door open, and revealed Anna’s familiar sigil. The angels’ eyes widened, and Dean slammed his hand down on it. Light exploded from it and blasted the angels away.

            “Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch,” said Dean to the air. He glanced at the others to check on them.

            “This sucks ass.” Chuck summed up the thoughts of everyone.

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            Dead loaded and unloaded and reloaded every gun he owned a hundred times in the lonely motel room. (Y/N) sat staring out the window, unmoving. They had opened it, letting the wind brush them comfortingly. Sam entered the room, and (Y/N) glanced back.

            “Hey,” said Dean.

            “Hey,” said Sam.

            “Hey,” said (Y/N).

            “Here.” Sam tossed two bags to Dean and (Y/N). “Hex bags. No ways the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter.”

            “Where’d you get ‘em?” asked Dean.

            “I made them,” said Sam.

            “How?” asked Dean.

            “I…I learned it from Ruby,” said Sam quietly.

            (Y/N) fiddled with their necklace. Dean cleared his throat.

            “Speaking of…how you doing?” asked Dean, looking at Sam. “Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?”

            “I-It’s weird,” said Sam. “Uh, tell you the truth, I’m fine. No shakes, no fever. It’s like…whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

            “Supernatural methadone,” said Dean.

            “Yeah, I guess,” said Sam. He hesitated. “Dean—”

            “Sam,” Dean cut him off. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

            “Well, that’s good. Because what can I even say?” said Sam. “ ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘I screwed up?’ Doesn’t really do it justice, you know? Look, there’s nothing I can do or say that will ever make it right—”

            “So why do you keep bringing it up?!” snapped Dean.

            “Dean,” said (Y/N) quietly. Sam felt bad. He wanted them to know that.

            “Dean, I have to say it,” said Sam. “Let me.”

            Dean swallowed. He wasn’t good at these vulnerable moments. His only option was to get quiet.

            “(Y/N), I’m…sorry for what Ruby did to you,” said Sam.

            “You didn’t control that,” said (Y/N), shaking their head.

            “No, but I asked her if you were alright after the hotel, and she said you were fine. She lied, and I couldn’t see it. I walked right past where she—” Sam shook his head. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

            They were glad he was saying it, and they smiled slightly. “It’s okay.” They shrugged. “And I got her back for it. I killed her. Felt really good, especially after she started talking about my parents.”

            Sam and Dean’s heads snapped towards them. “What?”

            “Yeah, apparently she was one of the demons that murdered my parents,” said (Y/N). “She really shouldn’t have told me that. I had a lot of motivation to murder her.”

            “Just another reason I’m glad the bitch is gone,” said Dean.

            “Yeah,” said Sam, nodding. He had really cared for Ruby, and she had used him. He had to funnel that grief and betrayal into anger and determination, otherwise he’d collapse.

            “Are we good now?” asked Dean, and Sam nodded. “Okay, no more putting this under a microscope. We made a mess. We clean it up. That’s it. Alright? So, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?”

            “We’d, uh, figure out where the thing is,” said Sam.

            “Alright,” said Dean. “So we just got to find…the Devil.”

            “We’ve got to be the stupidest hunters in the world,” said (Y/N).

l

            “But then how would you explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?” asked a reporter on the tv while Dean watched. Sam leafed through a book on lore, and (Y/N) picked apart the hex bag before retying it. (It might have been Ruby who made it, but (Y/N) wanted to know how to hide from demons and angels in the future if they needed to).

            A knock on the door grabbed all of their attentions, and they looked up. Dean grabbed his gun, (Y/N) grabbed a knife, and Sam headed to the door with a weapon. Cocking the gun, Sam opened it slightly. A short blond woman gasped as she saw Sam.

            “Are you okay, lady?” asked Sam.

            “Sam…is it really you?” Her voice broke with emotion. She touched his chest as if testing if he was real. She laughed nervously. “And you’re so firm.”

            “Do I know you?” asked Sam, creeped out.

            “No. But I know you,” said the woman. “You’re Sam Winchester. And you’re—” she frowned when she saw Dean. “Not what I pictured.” She looked at (Y/N). “And I have no idea who you are. Are you a fake?”

            “Not sure what I would be faking,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m Becky,” said the woman, barging in brightly. “I read all about you guys. And I’ve even written a few—” she giggled “—anyway. Mr. Edlund told me where you were.” She sighed. “I wish I knew who you were, but I guess you’re a new character! That’s so exciting!”

            “Chuck?” said Dean.

            “I’m (Y/N),” said (Y/N), refusing to remain nameless.

            “He’s got a message, but he’s being watched,” said Becky.

            “By who?” asked Sam.

            “Angels,” said Becky. “Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old.”

            “And you’re telling the people who live it,” said (Y/N).

            Sam cleared his throat. “So, um, what’s the message?” he prompted.

            “He had a vision,” said Becky ominously. “ ‘The Michael Sword is on Earth. The angels lost it.’ ”

            At least she’s a fangirl who quotes exactly, thought (Y/N).

            “The Michael Sword?” repeated Dean.

            “Like the archangel?” said (Y/N). That would be intense. And powerful.

            “Becky, does he know where it is?” asked Sam, eyes wide.

            “In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs,” said Becky.

            “Forty-two dogs?” said Dean incredulously.

            “Are…you sure you got that right?” said Sam doubtfully.

            “It doesn’t make sense, but that’s what he said,” said Becky.

            Wow, she hasn’t even looked at Dean and me since she came in. Becky’s eyes were glued to Sam.

            “I memorized every word…for you.” She rubbed his pec strangely.

            “Um…” Sam cleared his throat. “Becky, uh, can you quit touching me?”

            “No,” said Becky.

            “Hands off or I’ll shoot,” said (Y/N).

            Becky jumped back, and (Y/N) grinned. They weren’t even holding a gun, and they had still scared her.

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Note: this is inspired by @existence-is-a-pain87 by their Yandere!block tales x monster?reader (I recommend reading it tho since It’s pretty neat and kinda humorous in my opinion) but this one will be different from the original so yeah I hope you understand that now. Anyways have some platonic block tales x Doey!(GN) Reader!

Warning: kinda swearing, blood mentions, notes from the author that completely uncalled for, goofy ahh sketches, poppy playtime events that are messed up, mention of killing

HELLO WORLD!

So when you know who is speaking:

Jack = blue

Kevin = orange

Matthew = red

Well after the whole… incident of your home with your friends in it destroyed by an employee that Poppy SAID they wanted to help.. and the employee nearly killing you and SOMEHOW you are still alive which is kinda surprising tho. But after all the events that’s happened you managed to escaped Playtime.Co but since you literally just left that hell of a place you needed to fit in with society so you don’t scare the living crap outta people when they see you. Which before you thought is would easy to fit in but you instantly regret that because well people there are just really weird or just… there. At least you get to go to a convention for the first time even tho you’re broke and don’t really have job..

But you pulled though and currently you were just chilling in your new home with better food and a calm life. Your just sitting on your couch watching the news while you were busy thinking you should go to that convention or not. But a certain someone is eager to go there because… of free food..? Meanwhile in your mind.. or consciousness??? Idk just whatever going on:

“Kevin.. just because we got a free ticket doesn’t mean we gonna get free food there. It could possibly be a scam!”

“You don’t know that! It could POSSIBLY BE TRUE MATTHEW!!! Jack whose side are you on Me or Matthew’s?!”

“Don’t bring Jack into this! You do this every time I argue with you-“

“I want free food too..”

“..fine we’ll go to that convention… BUT Kevin you better not attack ANYONE in there. You got that?”

“Fine… party pooper ..”

“What-“

“Yay!”

You were zoning out that you not even paying attention to the news anymore but the only thing you got was:

Newscaster:

“Make sure to head out early… you don’t want to miss it!”

(OKAY WELL TIME TO GET UP YOU LAZY FELLA! YOU GOT CONVENTION TO GO TO NOW BYEEEE) you got up from the couch and headed to the door to leave your home and head out to see the convention. But the moment you left.. a random zombie greeted you outside and who would a great friend if they don’t say hi to their friends or a friend (Idk why I’m doing this..)

Marcus, Zombie Enthusiast:

Hey there! What’cha think of my new fit for today?! Pretty snazzy if I do say so myself! Are you on your way to the VIP Convention bro?

“Maybe if there’s free food…”

(Kevin is just silently judging bro’s fit 😭)

“Well, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you then! I’ll be heading over in a minute… I’m a bit busy saying hi to all these awesome townsfolk! Bizville’s really busy this time of year, after all! You should go introduce yourself to a couple of them! Friendships are what last a lifetime, after all!”

“Where’s the convention being held?”

“Oh! You didn’t hear? It’s at ROBLOX HQ this year! You know how to get there… right?”

“Yes!”

“Good luck dude! See you after the VIP Convention!”

“I will see you too! Pal! See you later!!!”

And now you made your way to ROBLOX HQ while walking and saying hi to the townsfolk. You walked past a small park and that’s when you hear two kid’s voice.

Harry:

“Hey!”

Shouldn’t parents be teaching kids not to be talking to strangers???

Mary:

“Harry! Don’t be talking to strangers! You know what Great-Uncle JERRY said...”

Oh so their parents didn’t tell them but their uncle? That’s a new one for me.. BRUH WHAT???

“Heya there pal! How’s it going?”

Bro you still gonna talk to them? We can’t talk to strangers too!

“See! This stranger doesn't mind!”

“(Sighs)”

“Have you seen our grandpa around here? He was supposed to be grabbing some ice cream...” (don’t ask why it’s purple it just is)

Now I want ice cream too! Same here.. but I want the FREE FOOD first! We’ll get ice cream after the convention!!!

“Don't worry about it, Harry! He's probably just being slow again...Or picking a fight with the cashier.”

They’re lucky they have THAT type of grandpa.. KEVIN WHAT-

“Haha! Yeah!! He's probably all like...

I’LL KILL YOU!!!

Hahahaha!!!”

Bro’s got the coolest grandpa EVER!!! … What?

“That's not a good thing, Harry...”

Understandable.

“Whatever Mary! Don't be a stick in the mud...”

YEAH MARY!!! KEVIN BE QUIET-

“HEY!”

“…”

There was just awkward silence now. Until you broke it to make less awkward for now.

“What?”

“Oh! I forgot you were still here... Are you heading to the VIP Convention too?”

“Yeah why?”

“Yoooooo!! That's sick! You should come and sit with us and grandpa during it!”

“..He's usually so loud people tend to sit far away.”

Kevin doesn’t like loud noises..

“Don't worry about it! We're gonna see you there!”

“Um... Harry.. They didn't agree yet...”

“WE'LL SEE YOU THERE, STRANGER!!!”

“I’ll see you two and your grandpa there too! BYE!!!”

“(Sigh…)”

After that conversation. You made your way to the convention and introducing yourself to the townsfolk on your way. And the moment you made it the ROBlOX HQ it. Was. Packed. I mean it wasn’t that packed when you were at playtime.co… that place was always filled with life.. WAY TOO MUCH LIFE IN IT… but now it’s all just ruins and blood… but hey I mean the past is just the past! No need to worry about it!!! Anyways you made your way in the crowd and successfully passed through everyone! And now you were looking for your seat.

JParty:

Good morning, fellow imagineers! The Visionaries Innovation Presentation begins shortly! Please take your seats, and silence your cellphones!

But that’s when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey! We’re over here!”

Oh it’s the kids again. With their… cranky grandpa.. Don’t say that! You mean the coolest grandpa! What no-

“Come sit with us! We saved a spot for you!”

“Okay! I guess”

You sat down on the seat but second you do. Their grandpa wasn’t exactly… pleased with it but hey at least you made some friends right?

Elder penguin:

“Eh?! Who’s this dipface you kids brought over?!”

Rude…

“Shhh!!! Quiet, Gramps!”

The convention about to start now so PLEASE be quiet for once Kevin.. FINE! Only for the free food.

“Welcome friends, creators, and community alike! To the greatest platform on Earth... With the greatest fans on Earth... Pioneered by the minds of the future... all of YOU! Please put your hands together... For the founder and CEO of ROBLOX... BUILDERMAN himself...

DAVID BASZUCKI!

David Baszucki:

“Oh goodness... Hello Everyone! This is a record year for the ROBLOX's VIP Convention... We have over 70 countries of developers here today! Brazil, Mexico, Indonesia, Sweden... and many more! Welcome, creators from all walks of life! Please give them a round of applause!”

When you were listening to his speech. You heard the elder penguin muttering something that you could hear.

“There he is... haven't spoken to Dave in a while...”

What???

But before you could say anything. Mary also heard it and said:

“Shhhhh!!! Be quiet, Gramps!”

“When Eric and I founded Roblox... We wanted to connect the world through play. And many years later, that dream has been realized. Connection through play reaches those in need and isolation...And brings them into the light to find happiness.”

While you listening to his long speech. You kinda heard the elder penguin snoring A LOT. (He’s TOO DAMN LOUD)

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…”

He has the right to sleep..! It’s SOOOOOOOO boring!!! KEVIN QUIET.

“Gramps!!! Wake up!!”

“Just let him sleep, Harry... At least he's being quiet now..!”

“Your amazing content supports making differences. It's YOUR kindness... YOUR creativity... THAT is what changes the lives of others. And with hundreds of millions of monthly active users... Your impact is felt, and ROBLOX has NEVER been better!”

Mysterious Figure:

“Yeah, Right.”

What the hell..? Who said that? Was this part planned…?

The room fell silent when EVERYONE heard that voice. Very silent… Heck even David Baszucki wasn’t expecting this to happen too.

“Excuse me? JParty… Did I miss a segment transition cue?”

“You think you’re so GRAND, HUH?! Spouting all those words… and for WHAT?!”

“I-I think we’re experiencing some technical difficulties here…”

And then… BOOM three people burst through the roof and landed on the stage! One of them order two of them to tie David Baszucki down (don’t think of anything dirty) and everyone was panicking at the moment. Wondering what to do. While there was a conversation between the certain three:

“What are we gonna do??? What are we gonna do??? What are we gonna do??? What are we gonna do??? What are we gonna do??? What are we gonna do??? What are we gon-“

“BE QUIET!!! YOUR NOT MAKING THIS ANY BETTER MATTHEW!!!”

“IS HE OKAY?!”

While you busy overthinking and everyone is panicking on what’s happening. THAT OLD AHHH PENGUIN STILL SLEEPING THOUGH ALL OF THIS CRAP. (How does he do it? Idk.)

“N-no! It can’t be!!”

“You recognize ME?! How… curious… YOU took EVERYTHING from your community… took EVERYTHING… from ALL of us! YOU just HAD to throw us aside. It’s. SICKENING. YOU’RE. MINE!”

They know each other..? Great…that makes it 10x worse..

“Hmm… I don’t think this was in the script… BUT FEAR NOT! Don’t worry, David “BUILDERMAN” Baszucki! As the VIP Honorary Host, I’m also… Your Honorary Bodyguard!! Take THIS you fiend!!”

JParty does backflip from his seat to the stage and pulls out a… ball..? And throws it at one of the intruders but one of the intruders he chose to throw the ball at was wearing a helmet so the ball just bounce off and back JParty hitting him in the stomach. And one of them just threw wooden sword at him afterwards which kicks him off the stage (Ouch. That must’ve hurt..) but a certain someone commented on that failed attempt of a save.

“You call THAT honorary? Bro THAT was disappointment.”

“KEVIN NOT NOW!!!”

The two little kids and the still sleeping grandpa next to you. The kids were panicking while the grandpa was STILL SLEEPING.

“Ahhh!!!”

“Is he okay?! What’s going on?!”

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……”

“Grandpa! GRANDPA!! WAKE UP!!!

“Zzzzz…… Eh?! Wuh… What?!”

The second the grandpa was taken in to the current situation.. HE WAS PISSED OFF.

“HUH?! WAIT A MINUTE!! I REMEMBER YOU!!”

Wait what? Huh..? What???

“….AND DON’T THINK OL’ TERRY’s FORGOTTEN YOU ETHER.”

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”

Terry gets down from his seat with his cane and walks a little closer to the stage but stop there and turns to YOU like he expects you to help him. And you just blankly stare at him for a few seconds, really confused on why’s he looking at you for..

“Come on, bruh! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?! Get up there and SLAP THEM UP!!!”

“Sir.. I NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE!!!”

You literally shocked him when you said that. (Memory loss? Idk ether.)

“Eh?! What do you MEAN you’ve never done this before?! You’ve always been such a liar! You haven’t changed a bit, have you?! Whatever bruh… GET ON YOUR STUPID FEET!! Let’s KICK their can TOGETHER! ONE LAST TIME!!”

“WAIT BUT SIR-“

“GET UP NOW!!!”

Kevin took control because Matthew was TOO DAMN CONFUSED AND STRESSED OUT to process on what’s happening. Kevin didn’t even pick up the ball and just climbed on to the stage but Terry followed after you with the ball gave it to you. And that’s when the EPIC FIGHT STARTS-

(Great now it’s just funny not epic..) anyways you just punch two of them feeling no remorse or whatsoever when Kevin was in control but you still took the ball from Terry for other reasons. While Matthew just calmed down from stressing WAY TOO HARD and Jack was kinda panicking but seeing the situation is now in under control for a while he was just grateful that it was ALL OKAY. But for Terry he looked… not so surprised about it like he’s seen it before…? Weird am I right? Yeah..? Okay I’ll continue what’s happening next sorry..😞

“How… interesting. How… FASCINATING. Never… NEVER did I expect this. An enigma, free of conventional order and wisdom… How… Insultant. And yet… it seems so different… Ah. Then there is no need to worry. You’re just PATHETIC KIDS IN A BODY MADE OF CLAY AND DOUGH wear facades of revolutionaries.”

“OH SHUT UP!! WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!”

“As prayers are not born from the lives of the bliss. Oh… vessel of suffering… Let us strive to unravel the mysteries of this world. As we perform our own choreography… To the melodies of a timeless choir. Let us… strive. To make right what ALWAYS should’ve been remembered.”

“No!! Please!! This ISN’T supposed to happen yet!!—!!!”

“That device! Aim for the device, dude!! And don’t smash it or punch it!!!”

“FINE!”

You had the ball in your hands and aim it at the device which caused it suck you, the mysterious figure, AND David Baszucki like a black hole and all you heard was people panicking.. screaming.. running towards the exit.. it ALL reminds you of the hour of joy and your vision fades to black as you passed out cold. Only bits of memories of your friends, the safe haven, all those fun times together with them is all over…

Tutorial Terry:

“Hey, Wake up.”

Huh…? What??? Five more minutes dad…

“Get up, goober…”

THE ADVENTURES BEGIN!!!

Note: yeah I know I never really write my ideas but I couldn’t hold it in so yeah some of the characters can occ and cringe so keep that in mind anyways… have a great afternoon/day/night!!!

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Can We Keep Her?

Relationship(s): Xaden Riorson & sister!reader, Xaden Riorson & Bodhi Durran & Garrick Tavis

Summary: How a ten year old Xaden found a little girl abandoned in the woods and brought her home to be his sister.

Warnings: References to past child abuse/neglect, child abandonment, reader has selective mutism

Written for @empyreanevents's Tyrrendor Week Day 6: Family. (Posted a few days late because this ended up being more than twice as long as planned)

AO3

The forest where they found you was more than an hour on horseback from Aretia, which was why it wasn't very often that they went there to play, despite how much Xaden loved it. In hindsight, he thinks it must have been fate that he, Garrick, and Bodhi were there that day, in the right place at the right time to happen upon you.

The first time they saw you, they only caught a glimpse of you; a small figure curled up on a soft patch of moss one second, darting off into the trees the next. They simply shrugged it off, too focused on their game of catch to dwell on it. If he had thought about it, Xaden simply would have assumed you had come to the forest with your family for a picnic or to pick berries, wandered a little ways off to take a nap in the sun, and ran back to your parents when the boys' loud playing woke you. By the time they returned home, Xaden had as good as forgotten about it.

But a few days later, they saw you again, and this time, you didn't run. They quickly realized why — you'd gotten so tangled up in a raspberry bush that you probably weren't able to get free without help.

You squirmed as they tied their horses to a nearby tree and approached you, eyes wide with fear and following their every move. In your effort to get away, you only ensnared yourself further in the brambles, thorns tearing at your clothes and bare arms.

"Easy, kid," Garrick said as the three of them stopped a few feet away from you, speaking in the same tone one might use to calm a skittish horse. "We just want to help you."

You stopped struggling at the words, gaze fixed on Garrick. Still, that fear remained on your face, making Xaden wonder just how you had ended up in this position. Had someone been chasing you? A wild animal frightened you?

He could ask while they freed you, he decided, taking a step closer with his hands held up to show you his empty palms. Eyes meeting yours, he put all the friendliness he could in his gaze, tried to appear as non-threatening as possible.

Bodhi and Garrick followed, moving just as slowly.

Close enough to start disentangling you, Xaden thought he heard a faint whimper and froze, his hand inches away from the brambles around your arm. Glancing at your face, you were breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut as if bracing for something painful. Another whimper followed, just as quiet, but this time Xaden was sure he heard it.

Softly, he said, "We're not going to hurt you. If you hold still, I think we can get you free without the thorns scratching you much, okay?"

You showed no reaction, but at least you kept still.

Xaden figured that was close enough to permission to help you; after all, they couldn't just leave you like this. They hadn't seen anyone else around, either, no adult you might belong with, who might do a better job of calming you. The fact struck Xaden as strange, since you seemed awfully little to be roaming the woods all by yourself, but he ignored that for now, focusing instead on getting you out of that bush.

With the three of them working together, it didn't take as long as Xaden had feared. Soon he could pick you up under the arms, Bodhi and Garrick pulling away the last of the brambles wrapped around your ankle.

Though you were heavier than you looked, Xaden could feel every single rib beneath his hands. He didn't know much about younger kids — his friends and closer acquaintances were all around his own age, a year or two younger at most — but he doubted your bones were supposed to be protruding like that. No more than five or six years old at the very most by Xaden's unskilled estimate, you should have still had some of that baby fat that made every toddler he had ever seen appear soft and chubby.

Underfed; that was what you were.

Taking a couple steps backward to make sure you were a safe distance from the tangle of raspberries, Xaden carefully set you back on your feet.

You still hadn't spoken a single word, had shown no indication you'd even heard the stream of questions and chatter the boys had tried to distract you with while they freed you. At least you had opened your eyes again.

"What were you even doing out here all alone?" Xaden asked again.

Just like before, you didn't answer, only continued to watch them.

With those too-skinny legs and wide, fearful eyes, you reminded Xaden of a fawn ready to bolt any moment.

"Where are your parents? Should we help you look for them?" Garrick tried.

When the result remained the same, he frowned, stepping closer to Xaden to whisper, "Do you think she's deaf, maybe?"

Xaden shrugged. You looked like you were listening when they spoke, eyes darting between them. Still, he repeated his earlier question to you in sign language, just in case.

No reaction.

Garrick crossed his arms, his frown deepening. "Great, so she doesn't understand us. What are we supposed to do with her now?"

"You don't know if she understands us or not," Xaden argued. "Maybe she just can't answer. Or doesn't want to."

He thought you might simply be too scared to talk to them, but didn't see any point in saying so. It didn't matter why you weren't speaking. Even if you were capable of words, it was your own decision whether or not to use them.

"Anyway it's mean to talk about her like she's not there," Bodhi interrupted. Before they could react, he leaned down to your height and asked, "Do you understand us?"

You nodded, the movement so small Xaden almost missed it.

It didn't surprise him at all that his cousin was the one to finally elicit a reaction from you. He was quieter than Xaden and Garrick, and preferred to trail after the older boys rather than make friends of his own, but he got along with just about everyone, was liked by everyone.

Even as he threw a I told you so-glare at them over his shoulder, he still looked friendly.

"Okay, Mr. Child-Whisperer," Garrick said, rolling his eyes, "but that doesn't help us figure out what to do now."

Garrick was right about that. They still didn't know how you'd ended up stuck in those brambles, why you were alone in the woods, where your family was and whether you needed help to find your way back to them. Without getting answers out of you, they couldn't decide what to do, and it was late afternoon already, so they would have to head home soon.

Xaden sat down in a crouch before you. If he made himself smaller than you, maybe you would be less intimidated. With yes or no questions, they should be able to figure out what they could do for you.

And yes — though still hesitant, you answered at least some of the questions they asked with nods or shakes of your head. Yes, you were alone. No, you hadn't been running from anyone or anything when you got tangled in the raspberries. No, you did not want them to look for your parents. No, nobody was coming to pick you up.

When Bodhi asked if you wanted them to take you to the nearby village where they assumed you must have come from, you shook your head again, but didn't let on whether that guess was correct or not.

Xaden suggested one of them should ride there to ask if anyone was missing a little girl while the other two remained with you, but you shook your head, more frantically this time.

Once again, Xaden wondered what you were so frightened of. Someone from the village, maybe?

"Okay, okay," Xaden placated. "No going to the village. Got it."

Indeed, you calmed at that.

"But we'll have to go home soon, you see. We could take you home first, but we'd have to know where it is to do that."

No reply to that, not even a shrug.

Out of ideas, the boys shared a helpless look.

You weren't acting like you were lost — or at least not how Xaden thought a small child who was lost would act. Though you still seemed on guard, you had relaxed a little, as if getting used to their presence. As strange as the situation was, nothing about your behavior suggested you needed help. What Xaden had interpreted as fear might have well been simple shyness, and if you needed help, surely you would have given them a sign of it. Even if you were unable or unwilling to communicate what exactly was wrong, you would have surely shown signs of distress at their mention of having to leave — would have started crying, or grabbed for them.

Maybe there was a perfectly harmless explanation — maybe one or both of your parents were woodsmen, maybe they had a cottage nearby that the boys didn't know of, and the reason you hadn't wanted Xaden to go into the village was simply that it would have been unnecessary since you didn't belong there. If you were used to the woods, it might not be so strange for you to be left unsupervised here for so long; how would he know?

Xaden tried to make himself believe that story, but only half succeeded. You looked dirty and tired — much more so than being stuck in those raspberries could explain. Like you'd been wandering though the forest for days.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked. "If we leave you here?"

You nodded — not very convincingly, Xaden thought, but calling you a liar wouldn't change anything, so he kept his mouth shut. They had no choice but to go home and hope you really would be okay.

As they rode back to Aretia, Xaden's thoughts kept drifting back to you. He felt bad leaving you behind like they had, but what else could they have done? Kidnapped you? Stayed out until nightfall, making their own parents worry? They had lingered as long as they could. If they were late for supper, his dad or aunt might decide not to let them ride this far again anytime soon, and Xaden was determined to return the next day, to see if you would be there again and make sure you were alright. Fortunately it was the weekend, and Garrick was staying over at their place.

"Do you think the girl made it home?" Bodhi broke the heavy silence as they neared Riorson House.

"Hopefully," Xaden replied, glad he wasn't the only one who couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Do you think we should tell Mom or your dad? They could send someone to make sure she's okay. An adult, I mean."

Xaden considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "There's no point when we don't know if anything is actually wrong. We'll go back to check on the girl ourselves tomorrow."

Maybe it was selfish of him, but they were the ones who'd found you and earned a fraction your trust. If his father sent guards to look for you, they would only scare you. Likely as not, you would run and hide from them, as you had ran when the boys first saw you a few days ago. And if you really did live in the forest with your family, all the fuss would be for nothing.

"She's probably fine," Garrick said. "She didn't look like she minded when we left."

Xaden nodded. You had seemed content to remain in the woods.

He still didn't like it.

"I wish we knew her name," he changed the topic. "Then we could ask around if anyone knows her. And it's stupid having to call her the girl."

"Yeah, well, she wasn't exactly talkative."

"What if we call her Raspberry?" Bodhi suggested.

"We are not calling her raspberry."

"We have to call her something, though," his cousin insisted. "You just said it's stupid having to call her the girl."

"That doesn't mean we have to give her some ridiculous nickname. If we see her again tomorrow, we'll try if we can get her to tell us her actual name."

"If she can," Garrick added. "What do you think, is she mute?"

"I dunno. When we first got close to her, I'm pretty sure she whimpered."

Bodhi nodded. "And once or twice it looked like she wanted to say something, but then got too scared."

"Maybe she's got that thing you have, Bodhi." Xaden couldn't remember what it was called. "You know, where the words just won't come out sometimes."

It was something his cousin had struggled with a lot when he first started school, but thanks to therapy, it didn't seem to be as much of a problem anymore.

"Yeah, maybe."

The next day, they ate a rushed breakfast, saddled their horses and rode out to look for you, leaving the house even before their parents.

When they reached the tangle of raspberry bushes, you weren't there. Nor did they find you in the clearing where they'd first glimpsed you. Xaden didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. If you were safe at home it would be good, but what if you were still wandering around somewhere? The forest was big, and you could have been anywhere inside it.

Even when Garrick and Bodhi started to grumble, saying you clearly weren't there anymore, he insisted they keep looking. After an hour and a half, doubt crept in. Maybe his friends were right, and he was chasing them through the woods for nothing. Even if you had been lost, your family would have found you by now and you were probably at home, telling your friends about your adventure.

Xaden didn't want to admit he was wrong, though. Stubbornly ignoring the increasingly exasperated glances passing between Bodhi and Garrick, he led his horse deeper into the forest.

His persistence payed off.

There you were, sitting by a small stream that trickled through the trees. You still wore the clothes from the day before, dirty and ripped from the thorns in places. Your face was still dirty too, Xaden noted as you turned to face them. Surprise shone in your eyes to see them, but you remained where you sat, didn't tense in fear. They really had earned some of your trust, then.

"Hi Raspberry," Bodhi greeted you.

Xaden elbowed his cousin, but you only blinked at the nickname, lifting a hand. It wasn't quite a wave, but close enough.

You seemed livelier than the day before, more open.

Xaden hoped that meant they'd be able to get some answers from you today somehow. He didn't think you were old enough to know how to write, but had brought a notepad and pencil all the same. Maybe you could draw them an explanation, if you weren't comfortable communicating any other way.

The boys sat down in the grass near you so the four of you formed a loose circle. Close to you, but not close enough to invade your space or make you feel cornered.

"What's your name?" Xaden asked after telling you his own and those of his companions, which he'd realized this morning they'd completely forgotten to do yesterday.

He was prepared for more of that silence, but to his surprise, you actually answered — so softly he almost didn't catch it, but you did answer.

"So she can speak!" Garrick shouted excitedly.

You flinched at the volume, and Xaden glared at his best friend, hissing at him not to be an ass.

Garrick had the decency to wince. "Sorry."

"What were you doing?" Bodhi wanted to know from you, but only received a shrug in answer.

Nothing, then.

"Did you go home last night?" Xaden asked.

You blinked, head cocked to the side, almost as if to say you didn't have such a thing.

Xaden tried again, rewording the question. "Did you sleep out here?"

When you nodded, he swallowed hard. They shouldn't have left you, should have tried harder to figure out how to help you. Should have told their parents about you like Bodhi had suggested.

"Why?" Garrick asked. "Are you lost?"

Inexplicably, you shook your head.

Xaden, Bodhi, and Garrick shared a confused look. If you weren't lost, then why in Amari's name would you be sleeping in the woods?

When Garrick asked as much, you only shrugged.

"Did you run away from home?"

You shook your head.

It didn't make sense. In fairy-tales like the ones Xaden's mother had read him when he'd been younger, children might live alone in the woods, raised by wolves or watched over by tree ghosts, but in real life, things like that weren't possible. In real life, the woods would be creepy and lonely at night. In real life, there were no friendly ghosts to keep an abandoned child from starving. In real life, there was no motherly love that might drive a wolf or bear to adopt a tiny human that somehow wandered into their territory. In real life, mothers left without explaining why they didn't love you anymore.

Xaden stilled, thoughts scratching to a stop.

Abandoned children, mothers that left... Could that be what had happened? A child being cast into the woods by their parents was another thing he would have assumed only happened in stories, but maybe he was wrong about that. It would explain why you were alone out here, why you hadn't wanted them to help you look for your parents.

"But you slept out here all alone, right?" Bodhi's voice interrupted his thoughts.

This time, you nodded, and his cousin asked, "Weren't you scared?"

Only another shrug at that. It seemed you really didn't like to speak; since telling them your name, you hadn't said a single word.

"How long have you been out here?" Xaden asked, dreading the answer.

You lifted your hand, hesitated, then held up four fingers — like you weren't entirely sure of the answer.

"Four days?"

A verbal answer this time, barely above a whisper. "Think so."

Xaden let out a curse his father would have probably grounded him for if he heard him say it. Four days alone in this forest. Maybe more, since you weren't certain of your count. Now he understood why you looked so dirty and exhausted.

Bodhi and Garrick also seemed alarmed, and Xaden knew they were all thinking the same thing: They were not leaving this forest without you today. Somehow, they would help you.

"Isn't there anyone who misses you?" Xaden pushed. "Someone who might be searching for you?"

"Nuh-uh."

"You don't have anywhere to go back to?"

Yet another shake of your head.

They would have to take you to Aretia with them, then. His father would know what to do, what authorities to invoke. In the meantime, you could stay with them at Riorson House. Maybe— Xaden started at the idea. Maybe you could even stay with them forever. If he could convince his father to adopt you...

Gods, how amazing that would be! A little sibling, just like he always wanted!

But he could think about it later. For now, they should try to get some more answers from you. The more they knew, the better they would be able to explain everything to the adults — and it would be them who would have to explain it, Xaden was sure. You would probably go all silent again when they brought you into a new situation, with new people you didn't know.

Piece by piece, they managed to get the story out of you, using yes or no questions as much as they could and giving you as much time as you needed when something required a spoken explanation. When you finished, Xaden was shaking with quiet rage, his mood matching the dark clouds that had rolled in to hide the sun.

Earlier this week, your mother had led you from the house at sunset, offering no explanation as to why — not until you'd been deep in the woods, where she'd declared she was leaving you there since she was tired of your behavior. When Xaden asked what exactly she had meant by that, you only shrugged. Difficult children deserved to be taken into the woods to be devoured by monsters; that's what your mother had apparently told you time and time again, and four days ago, she made true on that threat. She just left you there — left you to die, Xaden realized, even if you didn't. Summer was drawing to an end, the nights slowly getting colder. Even if by some miracle you managed to find enough berries to sustain you, you wouldn't have lasted more than a couple more weeks at most. Soon, the cold autumn winds would start blowing, followed by frost in the nights. If you were still out here by then, you would be dead. And if Xaden was old enough to realize that, then surely your mother had known it, too.

Xaden had never loathed anyone as much as he loathed your mother upon hearing that story. How a parent could do such a thing, he didn't know. His own mother might have left him, too, but there was no comparing that to what yours had done. Xaden, at least, still had his dad, had a home. You had no one and nothing. But you would, Xaden vowed. From now on, you would have him. Despite the differences of your situations, he knew all too well what it was like to be abandoned, what it must have felt like to have your mother turn her back on you without any explanation of what you had done to deserve it. The both of you could heal from those emotional wounds together.

"Okay, so your mom sucks," Garrick summed up. Xaden barely refrained from snapping what an understatement that was. "What about your dad?"

You cocked your head to the side, looking confused.

"Don't have one?" Bodhi guessed.

You nodded.

"That sucks," Garrick said again.

Bodhi gave you a comforting smile. "Don't worry, we'll find you a new home. And a new family. A better one."

"We can be your family," Xaden offered.

You turned your gaze upon him, a tentative smile forming on your lips — the first one they'd seen from you.

Still, when they prepared to ride home, you hesitated.

Xaden understood. After everything you'd been through — he was certain your mother hadn't treated you well even before casting you out — it made sense that you wouldn't trust any adults, and you knew that in the end, what happened to you wouldn't be up to Xaden and his friends, but to their parents.

Xaden was sure they would gladly help you, certainly weren't going to send you back to a mother who clearly didn't care for you. If they tried, Xaden wouldn't let them. As far as he was concerned, she had stopped being your mother the moment she walked away from you. Having done so once, there was no reason she wouldn't do it again if you were returned to her.

You deserved better than that.

Again, he thought that the best solution would be for his own father to adopt you. There were plenty of vacant rooms in the family wing of Riorson House, so space certainly wouldn't be an issue. And he didn't think his dad or aunt would mind having another child in the house. His aunt, especially, would probably be happy to dote on you. Maybe she should be the one to adopt you... But Xaden wanted a sister, not another cousin. When he'd been younger, he'd frequently asked his parents — begged them, really — for a little sibling, but they had only shaken their heads and reminded him he had Bodhi. And sure, the both of them were close, but a little cousin that lived with him just wasn't the same as a little sister of his own, especially since Bodhi was barely a year younger.

He shook his head. First of all, he had to bring you home. Anything else would come afterwards.

Xaden didn't know what it was that finally convinced you — the onset of rain, the prospect of a soft bed and warm meal, his assurance that their parents would not mind your presence, that they were kind, or maybe his promise that he would keep you safe, would make sure you never had to see your mother again. It didn't matter why you finally agreed to come home with them, only that you did.

Getting you onto his horse was comparatively easy. Even though you eyed the animal with the wariness of someone who'd never sat a horse before, you remained calm as Xaden hefted you into the saddle and swung himself up after you.

All the way home, he prayed that his father would agree to take you in. After almost half a year since Xaden's mom had left, his dad and aunt had stopped treading on eggshells around him, but they still tried to make up for her absence in whatever ways they could. He wasn't above taking advantage of that, if he had to. Whatever it took to convince his father to adopt you, Xaden would do it. He had promised to look after you, and he intended to keep that promise.

Xaden's dad was still working when they arrived, but luckily not in the middle of any important meetings. They found him in his office, going through some paperwork with Bodhi's mom. Good — if they were both there, the boys wouldn't have to explain the situation twice.

You kept close to Xaden as he peered into the room after knocking, hiding behind him.

"Dad, do you have a moment? It's important."

When his father nodded, Xaden entered the room, Bodhi and Garrick following. Caught in the middle of the group, you had no choice but to do the same.

Putting a hand on your shoulder, Xaden stepped aside so his father and aunt could see you.

"We found her in the woods," he explained. "Her mother left her there because she didn't want her anymore."

For a moment, they just stared.

All four of you were soaked from the rain, which had only gotten heavier once you'd left the shelter of the trees. With your wet hair plastered to your head, your wide eyes appeared even bigger, bones jutting through the clothes sticking to your skin. At least the rain had washed away most of the dirt.

"Let's get you dried off, then you can tell us everything," his aunt said, leaving the room to return with a stack of towels.

When all of you were wrapped in warm towels and had sat down, Xaden's dad turned to you. "So, my boy says you were left in the forest?"

"I don't think she can speak right now, dad," Xaden said after a quick glance at you. "It took forever for her to feel comfortable enough with us to tell us, and I think adults scare her even more."

"I see." Xaden's dad nodded and motioned for him to go on.

"She's not sure how long she's been out there, but probably about four days. Her mom told her she deserved to be left there because she was 'being difficult'. When we found her she was stuck in a raspberry bush and really scared of us at first."

Bodhi added, "And, well, obviously she can't go back to her mom so we took her with us."

"That was the right thing to do," Bodhi's mom praised, running a hand over his wet curls.

Just then, your stomach growled. Shrinking in on yourself even more, you threw a frightened glance between Xaden's dad and aunt, like you were expecting to be scolded for the sound.

They noticed it too.

"Let's get you something to eat before we do anything else," his dad said to you with a reassuring smile.

Xaden's aunt added, "And all four of you need a warm shower and dry clothes."

While Bodhi, his mom, and Garrick led you away, Xaden lingered in his father's office.

"Can we keep her?" he asked, earning himself a disapproving look from his father.

"She's not a stray dog, Xaden," he reprimanded.

"I know, dad. I didn't mean it like that. But can she stay with us? It's not like she has anywhere else to go. Please!"

Xaden knew it had been stupid of him to get attached to the idea of you becoming his sister before his dad even knew you existed, but the moment the thought had popped into his head, it had sunk its teeth into him and refused to let go. It would be good for both of you. Just like him, you had been abandoned by your mother; that alone already meant you could understand each other in a way no one else did. And Xaden thought he would make a great older brother. He had plenty of practice from being Bodhi's big cousin, which wasn't quite the same, but similar enough. And you'd come to trust him a lot already — Bodhi and Garrick, too, sure, but you were the most comfortable with Xaden. He could be your protector, make sure you would never have to be scared of anything again.

"For tonight, yes. She will stay with us until we find her a permanent home. But whether we can be that permanent home..." Dad thoughtfully shook his head. "I don't know, Xaden. I'll have to think on it."

When he started to argue, his father cut him off.

"I know you would like to have a sister, and I understand that you feel responsible for her since you're the ones who found her, but you have to think about what she needs, too, not just what you want. She needs parents who have a lot time for her, who can help her heal from what she's been through."

"But—"

"I said I would think about it, Xaden. And I promise that if she can't stay with us—" He raised a hand to stop Xaden as he opened his mouth to argue again. "If, Xaden. I'm not saying no yet. But if I decide she can't live with us, I'll try to find a family here in Aretia for her, so you can visit her."

"New people scare her," Xaden muttered — the only argument he could think of.

"I'll take that into consideration. Now go put on some dry clothes."

Xaden understood a dismissal when he heard one, so he turned to go to his room.

Though he wasn't foolish enough to say it, he thought his father's reasoning was stupid. It was true that being the duke of Aretia meant he was often very busy, but he always managed to make a little time for Xaden. Whether that time was spend with him alone or shared with you would hardly make any difference. Even if it did, that didn't mean that parents who didn't work and had more time for you would automatically be better parents.

Xaden didn't bother with a shower, just dried off and put on fresh clothes. When he was done, he went to see where you had gone.

He found you in his cousin's room, where he was trying to find something you could wear, while his mom was getting you something to eat. Luckily, there were a few items that had recently gotten too small for Bodhi, which his mom hadn't yet gotten rid of. They would still be too big on you, but better than anything of Xaden's. Until your own clothes were washed, it would do.

Taking the clothes from Bodhi, Xaden led you back to his own room and into the bathing chamber, let water into the tub and laid out a fresh towel and the clothes for you.

"You, uh— You're old enough to bathe on your own, right?"

He scratched his head, glancing between you and the tub. He'd never really thought about its size, but next to your tiny form, it suddenly seemed awfully big. Big enough to make him fear you might disappear in its depths, if he let it run full.

Your shrug wasn't exactly reassuring.

"Didn't you have a bathtub with your mom?"

"Nh-nh. Just a shower."

No, not reassuring at all.

"Do you know how to swim?"

A futile question, since the bathtub wasn't big enough to swim in, even for you, but if you could swim, it would mean you were at least familiar with water and its dangers.

You shook your head.

"I'll only fill it halfway, then," Xaden decided. After all, he hadn't brought you home just for you to drown in his bathtub. Glancing at it again, he realized it was already a little more than halfway full, and quickly stopped the water. "And I'll leave the door open. If you need anything, just—"

Just yell for me, he'd meant to say, but of course, you might not be able to. Crap.

Looking around, he spotted a fleck of color on top of the bathroom cabinet. He stepped onto the lid of the toilet and reached for the dust-coated rubber duck. It had been years since he even thought of the thing, but if he remembered correctly— Squeak.

Perfect.

Hopping down, he blew the dust from the duck and offered it to you. "If you need me, just squeeze it, okay?"

You nodded, and Xaden nodded back, rather pleased with his own resourcefulness.

"Alright. Go ahead then, before the water gets cold. I'll be right outside."

While you bathed and Xaden sat on his bed listening for sounds of drowning, Bodhi and his mom came in with a bowl of soup for you. Outside, the rain had stopped for the moment, so Garrick had gone home before it could start pouring again.

"I'm going to prepare one of the rooms down the hall for her," Xaden's aunt said. "You'll make sure she eats when she's done in the bath, yes, Xaden?"

Xaden nodded. Of course he would.

Bodhi, who had just sat down beside him, jumped back to his feet to follow his mother. "I'll help you."

She nodded. "Thank you, dear."

A few minutes later, you emerged from the bathing chamber, water still dripping from your hair. As expected, the old shirt you'd gotten from Bodhi was too big on you, but Xaden thought it made a pretty good nightgown. And you did look ready to crawl into bed, even though it wasn't even dinner time yet. You must have not gotten much sleep these past days in the woods.

As you ate, Xaden asked, "Do you know sign language?"

When you only looked at him confused, Xaden explained, "There's different movements you make with your hands that mean the same things as words. See, like this." He repeated what he'd said in sign language — or tried, at least. He wasn't very good at it himself just yet, but determined to get better in case it would help you. "I could teach you. Maybe it'll be easier than talking with your mouth."

You nodded, eyes shining with excitement.

Xaden wondered if your mother had ever bothered to offer you alternative ways of communication. Considering what he knew about her so far, he doubted it. The thought angered him. Even Xaden's dad, who didn't even know you, made more of an effort to make you feel safe and understood than your own mother ever had.

Soon the soup was gone, and your eyelids started to droop.

"Do you want to take a nap?" Xaden asked.

You shrugged, but obediently lay down in Xaden's bed and let him tuck you in when he tried.

"Sleep," he said, getting comfortable beside you. "I'll watch over you."

"You won't leave me alone?"

The question came out tentatively, but Xaden's heart still surged with pride that you felt safe enough with him to ask it at all.

"Never," he promised. "I'll always take care of you, no matter what."

"Even when I'm being difficult?"

"Especially then," Xaden assured you.

He figured that the moments when you behaved in a way your mother had deemed difficult were the ones where you needed caring for the most. That's how it was for him, at least. In the weeks and months after his mom had left, he'd acted plenty difficult — sulking around and snapping at everyone who came near, even as he desperately craved their comforting words and hugs, wanted to be reassured they wouldn't abandon him too.

With a relieved smile, you closed your eyes and soon drifted off.

Outside Xaden's room, his dad and aunt had overhead the conversation, which swayed them toward a decision.

"It would be cruel to send her away when she feels so safe here already," Bodhi's mom was saying.

Xaden's dad nodded. "I'm just worried she'll need more time and affection than I can give."

"Who says you have to raise her alone? We'll take care of her together, just like of our boys. It might be good for them, too — having a girl around."

He looked through the half-open door again, shaking his head. "We're just kidding ourselves if we pretend it hasn't already been decided, aren't we?"

"Indeed."

A quiet tapping sound made Xaden look to the open door. His father stood in the doorway, smiling slightly, and gestured for Xaden to come to him. He climbed out of bed, careful not to wake you.

Once he had joined his father in the hall, door closed behind him, Dad said, "I've decided."

Xaden blinked in surprise. It had only been a few hours. Not sure if the fact that his father had made his decision much faster than expected, Xaden held his breath.

"It will take some time to get all the necessary papers, but once that's taken care of, you'll officially have a little sister."

Xaden threw himself at his father in a hug. "Thank you!"

"Not so loud," his dad chuckled, patting his back. "You'll wake her up."

The next morning, Xaden was awake earlier than you. 

You looked even more fragile in your sleep than you did awake, your little fingers curled around the edge of the pillowcase, face truly relaxed for the first time since Xaden had met you. He would do his best to ensure you would always feel this safe in the future. As your big brother, that would be his job, to keep you safe, and never ever let anybody hurt you, like your mother had, and Xaden was determined to take that responsibility very seriously.

Impatiently waiting to tell you the good news, he lay awake and watched your slumbering form. He knew better than to wake you up. The days alone in the woods had exhausted you, and you needed every minute of sleep you could get to recover. They'd even let you sleep through dinner last night, and when Xaden had climbed into bed beside you, you hadn't so much as stirred. At least you hadn't seemed to have any nightmares. Maybe that would come later — the following night, you would have to sleep in your own room, alone. Dad had allowed you to remain in Xaden's room the past night because he hadn't wanted to risk waking you, but he would not let this become a habit, Xaden knew.

Finally, you stirred. Xaden threw aside the illustrated book about weapons he'd grabbed from his bedside table after getting bored, and sat up.

"Guess what," he said by way of good morning.

"Huh?"

"My dad is adopting you!" He paused, suddenly realizing he hadn't really asked your opinion on the matter. "If you'd like that, I mean."

You slowly blinked up at him, eyes still heavy with sleep. "I— I can stay? Here?"

Xaden nodded, cheeks straining with how wide he was smiling. Gods, he hadn't smiled like this since before his mother had left. "This can be your home, if you want. And I'll be your brother."

Slowly, a smile lit up your face.

"Would you like that?" Xaden asked. He saw the answer on your face, but wanted confirmation.

You nodded, putting your little hand into his. "Brother."

The whispered word was the most beautiful sound Xaden had ever heard.

"Sister," he replied, closing his fingers around your own to give a gentle squeeze.

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flag id: a flag with 4 stripes, which are soft golden yellow, pink-red, medium purple, and light teal. end id.

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frestial attraction: 'best friend' attraction. an attraction that is similar to platonic, but stronger than a typical friendship.

[pt: frestial attraction: 'best friend' attraction. an attraction that is similar to platonic, but stronger than a typical friendship. end pt]

for 💤 anon! this term is similar to amical attraction, but with no emphasis on familial feelings. frestial attraction can include familial attraction (and other attractions, such as queerplatonic), but does not include them inherently.

the term is 'fre' from middle english 'frend', 'est' from 'best', + 'ial'! the colors are based on friendship bracelets — saturated colors, like pony beads. yellow represents platonic feelings, pink represents affection, purple represents feeling that this friendship is special/unique compared to one's typical platonic friendships, and turquoise represents positive emotions.

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Y/N: Clark, do you think I maybe a superhero?

Clark: Maybe if you workout. Do you?

Y/N: I do workout.

Clark: Then become a superhero.

Y/N: What about Superboy?

Clark: I guess.

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[glassmitu]

Since Karma has ruined me…CAN WE GET A SURVIVOR MIZI OR IVAN!READER X SURVIVORS :3 (Can be platonic or romantic❤️)

Masterlist — Forsaken

Request — Survivors with mizi!Reader, platonic, headcanons,,

⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — KARMA RUINED EVERYONE..... ALSO PLATONIC:3

SURVIVORS

𖣠 After seven years and all, you finally had passed away alone, yet your happiness ended.

𖣠 Instead of heaven or any places that humans go after they die, you go to a realm where you get hunted like a mouse,

𖣠 it reminded you of the aliens, which obviously weren't the pleasent to say.

𖣠 But you had company, survivors just like you.

𖣠 You mostly get along with taph, guest 1337 and elliot,since they are overly all nice and respect you just like the others, but they were understanding too!

𖣠 You deslike chance, for his reckless actions, it reminded you of the stage, reckless actions that'll be punished.

𖣠 007n7 is natural in your opinion, you think his actions are bad but he changed now, just like you.

𖣠 Two time.. They are quite well... How to say it, weird? Spawn, that is what they always talk about whenever you two encounter and all, it annoyed you, reminding you of the anakht garden god.

𖣠 Noob reminded you of sua's weak emotional state, which obviously made you feel little weirded out and all, but you are nice to them,

𖣠 The admins, Shedletsky, builderman, dusekkar, they were all respectful yet secretive, you mentally noted to not overstep their boundaries by any chance.

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Clark: where’s the dog?!

Lex: I’m sorry what dog?

Y/N: release the dog, Sexxy Lexxy

Lex: (mortified) w-what did you call me?

Y/N holds up their phone…

Y/N; release the dog Luthor or I’ll release a certain video of you from high school. One of you as Sexxy Lexxy the head of a metal band called Sexx Luthor

Lex: you wouldn’t! I thought I destroyed all copies of that!!

Y/N: just try me! 1…2…!!

Lex: t-the dog’s in lab! Take him and leave!

Clark: Sexxy Lexxy?

Y/N: I’ll play you the clip back home

[willow-does-stuff]

romantic relationships blah blah blah okay but what about risking everything for your sibling. what about the unwavering love and care that can only come from a parent to a child. what about someone who just wants their best friend back. ever thought of that.