#At least someone enjoys my dad humor

[pastel-peach-writes]

Jealous or Attracted? | KorrAsami x Reader Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of you figuring out your feelings for KorrAsami.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Use of Y/n, Cursing, Not Proofread, Second POV, Lowercase Intended

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(A/N): Requests are open for KorrAsami x Readers! Just check out my request rules before submitting! Request Rules!

– when you first met KorrAsami, they were dating each other.

– you already knew of Korra with her being the Avatar and everything and for Asami, you knew of her but only because of the drama that went down with her dad and Future Industries.

– you can't exactly remember how you met them, but you vaguely remember a party and Bolin, your closest friend, dragging you to it and insisting that you meet the rest of the Krew.

– Also, the fact that they call each other the "Krew" was so cute to you, you wanted in.

– and so there you saw Korra and Asami dressed in their best party wear, holding glasses of colored clear liquid and giggling with each other.

– At first, your stomach fizzed with butterflies but you assumed that was your jitters

– you didn't think the butterflies was because the two of them looked good enough to make your knees shake or your face burn. no, not at all!

– why would it anyways? You couldn't be attracted to a couple. that's weird. Like licking a flagpole and drinking a smoothie made of grass and boiled egg yolks. That's weird.

– and you weren't weird. (or at least not that weird).

– anyways, as the party went on, you got to know the two more.

– you got to know that Korra's a bit goofy and playful, that she isn't always the stubborn and hotheaded Avatar everyone knows her to be and you also figured out that Asami made her very shy, very easily.

– with how she acted towards the general public and threats, you thought Korra would be the one to make her significant other shy with flirts and cocky sentences, but it turns out that Asami was the one to. and she wasn't even flirting.

– Asami would give one smile and quip to Korra and the Avatar would melt like ice cream on a hot summer's day. It was cute, honestly but also made you ick on the inside.

– you didn't know why. you had nothing against the two and PDA, but seeing them flirt with each other gave you a certain pang in your chest.

– after the party's events, you found yourself getting closer and closer to the "Krew".

– you weren't close enough to consider yourself a part of Team Avatar but enough to be considered Team Avatar's friend.

– when you hung out with the Krew, you would linger around KorrAsami. Wherever they went, you went.

– Bolin teased you about this, naturally, being your best friend and all, but you denied the allegations he tried to make. --

"You have a crush on them!" "Please, I do not. I'm hanging out with them because i want to get to know them more. That's all."

"But you even laugh at their jokes. You never laugh at Mako's and I's."

"That's because you and Mako aren't funny."

"And Korra and Asami are?"

"Precisely." --

– And it was true. You didn't have a crush on them and they were funny.

– Korra and Asami have this type of humor that's unique to them. They feed off of each other and often make snarky remarks about inside jokes or shared experiences. Being a part of that was an accomplishment in its own.

– something would happen when you guys were out and about and you would share the same look.

– the only times the jokes got "bad" was when someone made the other laugh a bit louder than usual.

– like one time Korra made Asami laugh so loud and hard that she cried with a red face.

– the feeling that stirred in your stomach wasn't pretty. it was like whatever you had for lunch curdled and violently punched you in the gut over and over and over again.

– you would seethe every once and a while. Why was Korra making her girlfriend laugh upsetting you? It shouldn't matter what she does. She's her girlfriend and has the right to make her laugh. It would probably be more concerning if Asami laughed harder at your jokes.

– Right?

– It would be great to make Asami laugh like that though. Her sparkling green eyes come to a close as her eyes squint. Her hand would politely cover her lips with a hooked finger, further pushing the elegant and proper look she's made of herself. And even though her blush does this for her already, her cheeks would be redder from how hard you made her laugh.

– Isn't that normal for a homie to want? It was normal to want to share that experience with Korra; making Asami laugh. These were all normal things. Right?

– It had to be. It's what you thought about at night. Making Asami laugh, making Korra shy, holding their hands and nuzzling your nose against their cheeks. That's all very normal things to think about when it comes to your friends.

– you never thought that way about Mako or Bolin of course. They were like siblings to you so, they were sibling pretty. Not the weak-in-the-knees-heart-racing-platonic-pretty Korra and Asami were.

– Well, Bolin didn't think so. Deny all you want, say what you want, but he saw the way you looked at them.

– He saw how your eyes light up when they come over to talk to you or how cutely small and shy you'd get when they hug you at the same time. He saw how you would point them out in everything you see, even if you're not with them.

– Bolin knows you and apparently, he knows you better than you know yourself.

– He knew you so well that he could tell when you were jealous and he could tell when you were attracted.

– when you were jealous: when their PDA gets too much, when they walk away together, when they make inside jokes, when they call each other "babe", and when they prefer each other over anyone else in the Krew.

– when you were attracted: when their attention is on you, when they talk to you one-on-one (mano-y-mano as Bolin referred), when they would hug you or take you out as a trio, when they compliment you, when they spring into action or act serious, and so much more that Bolin could write a whole book about your attraction towards the pair.

– Honestly, Bolin understood the attraction. He had a crush on Korra once. Mako too! In fact, everyone in the Krew had a crush on her so the fact that you had a crush on her (and her girlfriend) just met you're officially a part of their friend group now. Yay!

– now, Bolin never told you that he's aware of the crush you had on the pair but he would hint at it with suspicious winks, wiggles of his brows, and jokes that confused everyone else but you.

– "Yeah, red and blue sure are attractive colors, huh?" then he'd nudge you and you would freeze with a nervous smile.

– Mako, Asami, and Korra would have no clue what Bolin meant. Especially since they were talking about imprisoning war criminals when Bolin blurted. But hey, randomness is what Bolin is known for.

– A couple of weeks after that incident, you finally came to terms with yourself. You had to, the jealousy was getting too much that the girls were picking up on it.

--

"Whoa, you good?" Korra chuckled, noticing your glare after she kissed Asami's cheek. "You're uh, looking angrier than Mako on a good day." On a good day, you would tease her back but the feelings were too much.

The thoughts of holding them, kissing them (and not just on the cheek), and spending time with them was overwhelming and taking over every fiber of your being.

You couldn't watch them interact with each other without a firey burning in your chest and the clench of your fists. Also, you're pretty sure you've shaved a couple of centimeters off your teeth from all the teeth grinding you've been doing.

The girls have been giving you curious looks when you would glare in their direction. They'd awkwardly look at each other and then get away from your gaze to avoid confrontation.

Korra and Asami never assumed you were the type to judge their love, they didn't get that vibe from you, so it was a nerving surprise you got angry whenever they showcased public displays of affection.

"Yeah." You eased your shoulders from your ears. "I'm fine. Sorry. Just stressed."

"You must be chronically stressed then," Asami spoke as she slung an arm around Korra's shoulders. Your lips tensed at the sight. "Because you're always making faces or scowling nowadays."

"Yeah, you're doing it now actually," pointed Korra. You eased your lips again. Damn, it's like second nature to tense up or scowl whenever you see them interact. That wasn't healthy. At all.

These are your friends. By the expressions on their faces, you can see they're getting uncomfortable holding each other around you. Asami slowly moved her arm away from Korra with a frown and they tried not to show it, but they held each other's hands behind their backs.

Your friends had to hide their true selves from you because you're too afraid to admit your feelings.

Is this what you want? For them to be afraid and think you're someone or something you're not? Of course not. It was time to face the music. You have a crush on Korra and Asami.

Now, what are you going to do about it?

To be continued. | WC: 1,570

[southparktegreity]

♡ what they look for in a girl

[stan marsh x reader] ; [kyle brof. x reader]

[kenny mc. x reader] ; [leopold butters stotch x reader]

[tolkien b. x reader] 🟊

gender : female cws : minor nsfw

requested : yes! thank you anon ! relationship : none mentioned

authors note : i wanted to write what they look for in personality traits, instead of appearance, hope that was okay!

NOTICE : as always, these characters are aged up to be in college 19/20+!

stanley marsh :

♡ i feel like he'd really want someone who is comfortable with silence, like being alone together in the same room doing separate things, yet enjoying each others presence. i think quiet time/being able to be around each other while being quiet is important to him, since he has to deal with so much talking in south park in general.

♡ i also think he's want someone who's really stable in his life. like he wouldn't necessarily want a girl who's always mentally stable, but more like he wants to be able to depend on someone especially during harder moments when he's struggling. he’d want to find stability in your relationship.

♡ definitely wants a girl who can take their relationship seriously but also who can kind of be playful at times. since stan is kind of a ticking time bomb, he'll want someone who's kind of also emotionally smart enough to tell when something is off with him because he struggles with expressing those same emotions.

♡ trust. this one is probably the biggest one for stan, he needs stability and trust in a relationship with anyone. he needs to be able to trust you'll be honest with him.

♡ i think all of this combined with support and love for him is what he looks for in a partner :)

kyle broflovski :

♡ as i'm sure everyone knows, he'd want someone very family oriented! even if you aren't close with your own family, as long as you care about having a family in the future, or are close to his own family i think that's good enough for him.

♡ would also really want someone to be on good terms with his mom and ike, since his dad is fairly easy to get along with and his mom is very much the head of the household - he'd want a girl to get along with her - even if that means looking at his baby photos with her.

♡ also would want someone who might be interested in religion, or at the very least doesn't make fun of him for his own.

♡ looks for communication in relationships, especially if he did something wrong? he’d want to know as soon as it happened. he’s probably a bit worried of losing you, or being abandoned by you because of heidi and that whole situation, so someone who can easily communicate their issues are reassure him everything is okay and stable in their relationship is perfect for him.

♡ i get the impression that his standards are kind of on the floor, with his mistreatment from cartman and heidi both, he just wants someone who won't leave him or make fun of him or his insecurities.

kenny mccormick :

♡ definitely wants a girl who will try anything once, if you catch my drift. especially if you'll initiate it as well? or seem invested in trying something new with him :)

♡ i feel like he’d really like someone to crack jokes with. i think he shares eric’s similar sense of humor but doesn’t actually want to full blown do the whole ‘eric’ thing all the time (ie dealing with cartman). sometimes i think he just wants to make a lil bit of fun with you! you know?

♡ he’d probably also want someone who’s a little more on the adventurous side, who’s probably a bit ambitious, again someone who’d be willing to try anything once. he probably really wants someone around who can also have their own wild side!

♡ also probably looks for someone who is kind to karen, especially if it means her crashing your guys dates.

♡ overall i feel like he doesn't have a huuuge preference, but more like he just wants someone he can get along with! definitely someone with a sense of humor similar to him.

leopold butters stotch :

♡ this is just my totally personal opinion but i feel like he'd really like someone also outgoing and also understanding? he might always be worried he's messing up or something while being with you, but would want you to be understanding when he makes a mistake.

♡ a little bit of chaos goes a long way. someone who will be able to create a little chaos with him from time to time would definitely be something he wants in a girl.

♡ playful intimacy, he doesn't wanna feel insecure with those intimate moments he has with you, but i think a little bit of playfulness with each other would totally brighten his day.

♡ i feel like he'd really look for a sense of belonging in a girl, somewhere where he fits in, and feels safe. since he doesn't get a lot of that at home, he'd really want to feel far from his home around a girl.

♡ to be honest i don't think butters thinks too much about what he wants, it just kind of happens for him.

tolkien black :

♡ i feel like tolkien probably looks for someone who's really good at communicating. he'd want to avoid any and all drama, considering he's got enough of it just living in south park normally.

♡ this one is kind of a given, but i feel like he'd want a girl who's more on the mature side, similar to stan but in a different way. he'd want a girl with more of her own interests and things that she enjoys. he really wants someone who's able to talk to him about mature things and not have to be worried too much that you won't take it seriously.

♡ someone self confident i imagine, i think he already has enough going on that he doesn't necessarily want to be worried about you on top of his family and everything else. which isn't to say he won't support you during your down moments, but being confident in yourself is probably a big one for him.

♡ this all ties in with the other ones, but self reliance and being good to yourself is probably big for him, again he doesn't wanna be in charge of you but will definitely take care of you when you need it - you know?

♡ overall, he just wants someone who's a bit normal or at least a bit less hectic or crazy than the rest of south park.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I got an idea from the child reader request.

Like the same wolf in sheep's clothing concept but like FULL SWEET TO DARK PERSONALITY.

Wanna hear?

So basically child reader is like cute and innocent at first sight but IS A TOTAL DEMON, Having a very dark sense of humor, Sometimes out of nowhere walk up to someone of the gang and threaten to gouge out their eyes while they sleep, they are always with an cute expression but turns out that they like to cause chaos and havoc just like Jax but in a more creepy way.

For example, SOMEHOW reader is caught hanging from the ceilling scaring the fuck out of gangle just because its fun. Or staying in the dark waiting for someone so they can jumpscare them.

Basically child reader uses their cute-kid as an advantage to scare others off.

TADC x child!reader who is a menace! (platonic)

wasnt quite sure what to title this so!! some segments may be shorter than others since im still trying to get a hand of writing/coming up with ideas for certain characters (cough cough gangle) (i love her sm but shes so hard for me to write idk why) hope you enjoy! majority of this post is just me tormenting the cast TToTT

CAINE:

oh my god you kind of remind him of bubble but more... flkmddlvm

makes a time out rule when you keep making threats to the other circus members, that behavior is not family friendly!

he might even consider trying to go into the code and censoring your common phrases as well as some other words, if he has the capabilities for that

still tries to be a dad to you, though, wants to be a good role model and guide you in the right direction for the sake of everyone else

the first time you say something... morbid to him he just

slack jawed, stares at you before shaking himself back to reality and just

bro is astonished he was not ready to hear that today, let alone hear it from a small child

POMNI:

you know how in the other post with a child!reader i mention that pomni is vaguely uncomfortable around kids since she knows they can dish out some real cruelty

take this idea and multiply it by 10x

actually looks like that one sad spongebob meme with the big eyes and tear when shes put in charge of keeping an eye on you during an in house adventure

meek attempt to get you to behave

not much to say here imo, since its like an amped up version of the last post :O

JAX:

makes a joke about how youre already entering your edgy phase, he now has to watch his back lest some of his digital fur be shaved off

fear does not come close to describing how he feels when he discovers that you somehow found keys to some peoples rooms. he hopes you dont have a key to his room

and he thought he was hot shit, but no some random kid makes him fear the consequences of his actions

is this his punishment for his constant bullshit? what did he do in particular to deserve this?

instinctively looks up at the ceiling when he enters a room to make sure youre not about to drop on him

congrats, youve instilled fear into the funny rabbit

RAGATHA:

the 'nightmare kid' thing some babysitters go through at least once in their life, but instead of tantrums and such its just you talking about how you sometimes tear apart the dolls that came with your room. to the doll person

very uncomfortable by a lot of the stuff you casually say, even more so because its coming from a kid. though i think she would be uncomfortably be talk like that in general

SWEARS that one day shes going to blink and youll suddenly be right next to her or within her proximity

like on one hand she wants to try to guide you to be less dark, like caine, but i think she would need someone to back her up because she cannot get the image of the torn up dolls out of her head

KINGER:

poor man

like even if the things you said were empty threats, he would be scared shitless

if he isnt already in his fort, hes retreating to it the second he sees you around

kind of funny since kinger is in his late late 40s and youre a kid and hes terrified of you

anyways

less of a discomfort thing and more so scared that youre going to go through with the things you say

he walked into the common area one day and saw you literally crawling across the walls, he was with gangle when he saw it. you see his irises of his eyes shrink

doesnt even bother going to his fort, which is under where you currently are

he just

slowly

backs away, he can find refuge in his room... unless you have a key to his room

ZOOBLE:

less discomfort more annoyance with zooble, i think that while she would find it funny when a kid swears she finds people talking like that to be cringe; kid or not

the only one who isnt really scared of you. sure you threaten to disassemble them constantly and hide their pieces across the grounds to assure they can never be whole again, but they're just internally cringing while you try to make them turn away

in a weird way you two create an odd dynamic where you just go on and zooble just halfway listens, you kinda just talk at them

like while caine tries to be your dad, and ragatha tries to be.. something.. zooble is like a weird 'friend'

probably has the most potential to become a friend and get you to chill, but thats just based on my experience

like if its an attention/reaction thing, zooble isnt going to give it to you, which kind of. ruins the point of it for you, and you just

stop, or at least tone it down over time

or maybe thats just me seeing zooble having the potential to be an older sibling figure

GANGLE:

the gif is gangle when you get your hands on her

i understand that she cries easily, but like, you have probably made her cry at least once either on accident or on purpose

i think shes one of the few characters out of the cast who would probably start avoiding you for the sake of her emotional state, but she would feel bad about it since at the end of the day you're a kid

refuses to go anywhere near you when her comedy mask is broken, because otherwise shes a glum mess

you know how in poppee the performer, kedamono's mask sometimes just. pops off when he gets scared or surprised (well it happens regardless of expression/mood but yk)

gangle does that when she sees you LITERALLY CRAWLING ON THE WALLS LIKE A BUG

how are you even doing that

she doesnt wanna know, actually

"imma tie you up double knotted style" *high pitched crying*

[gimmethatagustd]

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[wandashousewife]

“Dear Child.” (Chapter Four)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — Your father was notorious for going on failed tinder dates for years after your mother had left for her own reasons which she never told you. You never actually thought your father had a chance in the vast sea of relationships until you found out that one of his friends knew a European woman a couple years older than you who wanted to marry him. Strange.

Warnings — Failure dad, absent mother

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

As the hours stretched into the evening, the adventures with your friends continued unabated, each moment infused with the vibrant energy of youthful exuberance and boundless possibility. From the bustling corridors of the mall to the neon-lit confines of fast food joints, and finally to the serene expanse of the beach, the journey unfolded like a tapestry woven from the threads of shared laughter and cherished memories.

Despite the chill in the air, the allure of the bioluminescent lights dancing upon the ocean's surface proved irresistible, casting a magical spell over the tranquil night. Against the backdrop of the shimmering waves, the world seemed to take on an otherworldly charm, enveloping you in a cocoon of wonder and awe.

Sitting in a blanket under the starry night, you and your friends enjoyed each other's company. It was a chill night, one you'd expect for the beginning of winter. But you barely registered it, focusing more on your own thoughts. The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard in the distance, a soft background melody. And despite the darkness, you could make out the silhouettes of your friends as they laughed and chatted, their voices carrying on the wind.

You had been wondering how Wanda was doing so you decided to go home early. The cold mist in the air made your face feel a bit prickly as you walked back home under the night sky. The sounds of laughter and the waves rolling onto shore seemed to get louder the further you traveled.

When you got home, however, it was eerily quiet. You wondered if everyone was asleep but decided to check the living room. That's when you saw Wanda sitting in front of the TV, in her pajamas and wrapped in your hoodie.

“Hey Wands,” You smiled. She had always hated that nickname, thinking it as something childish, but that’s why you loved using it!

A bright smile crosses her lips, her cheeks turning a soft rosy pink. She seems a bit embarrassed by the nickname, but she forces herself to laugh it off. “Hi.” She turns away, her hands fidgeting idly with her sleeves. There was a brief, awkward silence before she breaks the ice. “I… did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, we went to a lot of places. But you wouldn’t know any of them since you’re such an old woman.” She lets out a quiet laugh at your teasing. “I might be an old woman, but at least my back doesn’t hurt from sitting on these chairs like someone’s mother.” She turns to face you and smiles, her gaze focused entirely on your form. The two of you stare at each other in silence, a hint of playful teasing in the air.

Wanda can’t help but notice how your eyes seem to linger on her in an almost flirtatious way. It’s as if you are undressing her with your eyes, taking her all in.

“What are you watching? Fifty Shades?” You teased again. She scowls, her cheeks turning a warm pink. She clears her throat and tries to laugh it off again. “No, I’d like to continue having my eyesight thank you very much.”

There’s another pause in the silence. Wanda glances away, her fingers toying with the fabric of your hoodie. She can’t help but notice how you were eyeing her up and down again. She looks away, her voice barely audible. “Do you think this… sweater does make me look like an old woman though?”

“Oh no, I was just joking. Why? Has marriage finally ruin your sense of humor?” She laughs softly, covering her lips to suppress the noise. The teasing comment felt different to her than all the others you usually make. A hint of insecurity creeps into her features. She knows you're joking, but still, she can't help but wonder if there's at least a little bit of truth in your words. Because Wanda knows that you've thought about that very thing.

She shakes her head and leans back in the chair, keeping her gaze averted. "No, not really. I was more curious to hear your honest opinion."

“Oh, okay.” There was a deafening silence once again until something had been brought up in your mind. “How is dad? I know he’s been taken certain pills, but how is he in that field?” "He's been better," Wanda whispers, letting out a breath of relief as you asked about your father instead of her. She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing towards your form. "He's been taking his medication more regularly, for starters, but most days he seems… distant. I know he's still adjusting to all of this, but it makes me a bit nervous for his health."

She sighs and looks away, running her hands through her hair. "But at least he's trying, I guess."

“Yeah, he said that he wants to try for another kid before he kicks the bucket.”

She freezes in her seat, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t help but notice how the color drained from her cheeks and a subtle flicker of irritation danced in her eyes. “What? When did he say this to you?” She bites her lip to suppress the anger, her voice tight and strained.

“Couple days ago, why? Do you not want to have a kid?” She stares at you for a few seconds before responding, her voice a mixture of resentment and hurt. “Of course I’d like to have a child one day, obviously.” She bites back the urge to yell or snap and tries to keep her cool. “But I’m still young, unlike some people I know.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your hoodie tighter. She could feel the blood rushing to her face and a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

“Yeah, well you’re not the only one he’s pressuring.” You sigh, remembering his conversations with you about the future. “He wants me to settle down with some rich dude and have lots of kids.” She raises an eyebrow. "Your dad wants you to settle down?" She pauses and laughs to herself. "Of all people? That's ironic."

Wanda's tone is playful but it's hard to ignore a hint of annoyance when you mentioned your father's desire for you to get married one day. She takes a deep breath, trying to contain her jealousy.

“What what? There must be at least one person who wants to marry me!”

"Yeah, I doubt that," she laughs, teasing you playfully. "No guy is interested in marrying the nerdy virgin who can't even maintain eye contact with them."

Her comment seemed innocent, but there was a sudden shift in her expression as she seemed to realize what she said. Her hands gripped tight the sleeves of your hoodie, and her voice became softer, a hint of worry seeping in.

"I… I didn't mean that," she whispers, noticing how your eyes seemed to widen for a second. "I was jus–“ She shrugs, looking away, her hands slowly letting go of your hoodie. “Never mind.”

“Say it.” Your voice was heavy. Her throat clamps up and she can feel her emotions spiraling inside her. She glances back at you for a moment, her eyes lingering on your face. But then she abruptly looks away. "Nothing," she whispers, avoiding your gaze entirely.

You grabbed her shoulder, gripping it tightly, and stared directly into her. “Tell me.”

She flinches a bit when you grab her shoulder and her breathing hitches. Your sudden, aggressive tone catches her off guard. She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up, taking a deep breath as she does so.

"I was only going to say that there are definitely people interested in you. I'm sure of it."

Her words felt half-assed at best, like she was telling you what should have been so obvious.

With a softened gaze and a gentle release, you allowed your hand to slip from her shoulder, settling back into your own space with a sense of quiet gratitude. "Oh, thanks..." The words, though simple, carried a weight of appreciation.

She nods slightly, her eyes still not meeting yours. There’s a few seconds of silence between the two of you. Wanda fidgets nervously with her fingers, trying to push away any lingering awkwardness from your sudden outburst. Her eyes dart around for a moment before finally settling on the TV screen.

“So…” She clears her throat and changes the topic, although she couldn’t help but notice how her heart was still beating out of her chest.

“Want to watch a cheesy romcom?”

[mstrickster]

What kind of sense of humor do your ships have?

The Mighty Ducks:

Banksway: I headcanon that Adam has the driest sense of humor. Like sarcasm is his second nature. He is probably one of the most sarcastic of all the Ducks. However, no one expects it because he tells jokes very seriously. When they first got to know him, they thought he hated them. He makes these types of jokes because he can be a smartass around his parents. Charlie also has a sarcastic sense of humor. However, unlike Adam, who will wait for the perfect moment to drop a joke, Charlie is constantly sarcastic. It doesn’t hit as hard as Adam, but it is still hilarious.

Connie/Guy: Guy strikes me as someone who enjoys puns and dad jokes.  He is sarcastic just like the rest of them. However often he is cheesy more than snarky. He and Jesse joke about everything. Therefore, his sense of humor is ruined. Connie has a kinda mean sense of humor. Observational I think is the proper word. I mean to her friends it is a way to say I love you. However, she will violently insult you. It will be hilarious, and you will feel bad. However, it is also brilliant, and you can’t be truly mad.

Tammy/Fulton: Fulton is the master of improvisational humor. He can see someone and think of at least 10 ways to make them laugh right away. I feel like he’s the kind of person who doesn’t like awkward silences, so he is always cracking jokes. He is fast and always ready. Tammy and him fit perfectly because her sense of humor is witty. She is quicker on her feet than Fulton, which is saying something. Also, she will make a joke and it will take you like 5 minutes to get it, but it is amazing. Goldberg thinks she makes humor too smart but that’s because he is the target of her humor often.

Wudoza: Luis probably has a dirty type of humor. Everything to him can be a sex joke. However, it’s not the gross/creepy type of humor. It is more the out of nowhere dirty humor. I think a good example from my life is my friend joking about Chili’s having an amazing bush. It is also slightly inside joke humor. He and Kenny laugh about things that the others don’t even know. Kenny has observational humor. He doesn’t often make jokes to people because he is small, and people will try to beat his ass. However, around his friends he is brutal. For some reason I feel like he would make a joke like this, “Cole should change his name to cold cause Portman knocked his ass out.”

Batfam:

Jayroy: Jason has he dark sense of humor. He will joke about dying any chance he can. He will make observational jokes about his family. He roasts them on the daily. I can see Roy having dad humor. Like even before Lian he probably had the cheesiest sense of humor. I could also see him having a mix of dad humor and dirty humor around Jason. The jokes are the worst, but Jason will blush anyways.

JonDami: Damian’s sense of humor is roasting his family. He also won’t admit to actually having a clear sense of humor. He is the master of observational humor. To the point where he will stay something completely out of pocket, but he means it seriously. He doesn’t understand why people are laughing, this is serious. Jon had the stupid sense of humor before he met Damian. However, having a best friend like Dami made him much better at sarcasm. However, he’s a boy scout so no one ever expects it.

Timberkon: Conner is technically still like 5 I think he has the immature sense of humor. He and Bernard will laugh at the stupidest things. Tim doesn’t understand why any of it is funny. Like legit he will sit there going “Why are you two laughing people might be dead.” I fully believe Tim and Damian have the same sense of humor. I feel like they also often make jokes no one will understand expect Damian who will refuse to laugh. Bernard is the middle he will go either way. However, it is not to the extremes of either Kon or Tim. Also why is the only one in this ship who doesn’t have a three-letter nickname, I mean not really.

Birdflash: These two share the same sense of humor. It is puns and stupid humor when together. No one thinks it’s funny, but all their jokes have each other dying. Like think the SpongeBob scene where they are laughing about 25. That is Dick and Wally to me.

StephCass: Steph is a sarcastic humor person. She is very good at making a joke that people don’t get till so much later. I could see Cass having a silly sense of humor. Like she will laugh at Wally and Dick’s dad humor. To be honest she just likes to be involved.

[slithergaunt]

Gimme your hands

I’ve made this tweet, or some version of it, at least half a dozen times during conversation with others. If you aren’t familiar with the actual scene itself in a while, or haven’t seen Jaws (ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME? GO WATCH JAWS) you can find it on youtube as I did as the “gimme your hands” scene.

For those without time, Quint (played masterfully by Robert Shaw) is FINALLY being hired to go out and kill the shark that the mayor and town have been reluctant to actually acknowledge until now. However Hooper (played also wonderfully by Richard Dreyfuss) is a marine biologist or something and wants to come along too, and bring his fancy equipment.

Quint demands to feel Hooper’s hands, and the audience already knows Hooper not going to enjoy this. While squeezing squeezing the fuck out of Hooper’s hands to wound his masculinity, Quint claims Hooper’s fancy 2,000 nets and gadgets will be worth nothing against the shark they face. Then claiming his wealthy idle upbringing make him too weak to participate, leading to “You’ve got ‘city hands’ Mr. Hooper. Been countin’ money all your life..”

This is like mid-argument in the conversation, but the moment tells you EXACTLY the type of person Quint believes he is. Working man, man’s man, had to sweat and bleed in the mud for every dollar he’s made in his life. And Hooper is the soft little wimpy man from the city, the city man, bestowed with wealth, never done “an honest day’s work” in his life, weak and idle with all his fancy toys.

In the past century, we artists have been softer people. We’ve always been considered, and often felt, weaker in our trade. Not a “real job” kind of thing. Layabouts who don’t go out and actually “work”. For over the past century, we’ve been Hooper in this scene getting our hands crushed. I know I have.

But then, these techbros came along, with their AI generated art. I almost refuse to call it AI art, because that’s not what it is. It’s Mass Non-Consensual Online Image Combination Generated Media. MNCOICGM, rolls right off the tongue doesn’t it. But let’s humor them. Here they come with their new toys, their new gadgets, that allow them to do art purely by typing on a keyboard.

I’m not even gonna post examples of what they spurt out. The equivalent of using the Doordash app to order from 20 different restaurants, having a robotic arm put the contents into a blender for you, baking it, and declaring yourself a chef. And I know what you’re thinking, techbro “there’s SO MUCH MORE to the process than that!” and you’re correct! That IS a gross over-simplification of how much work is done FOR YOU while all you did was type.... a prompt

So now suddenly artists all over the world, even kindergartners with crayons have put in more work and effort than them. Suddenly we’re the one’s who’ve been putting in the hours, busting our backs, sweating in the mines, and have knowledge and skill sets (they could totally go learn too if you wanted btw) that make us seem like the grizzled workers who had to learn everything the hard way, over years of toil.

And someone has replaced us as Hooper. The rich boy with all his fancy toys and gadgets his dad bought him, who’s never worked a day in his life, and just sits around thinking he can use his new gadget to make things that look just as good as ours (by secretly feeding millions of our images into his gadget).

We never ever IMAGINED the day would come, but the artists of the world, of all mediums, finally have someone to say “Gimme your hands” to, and pettily emasculate by crushing their hands.

My main decree has always been: AI artists, it doesn’t matter how good the programs get, it doesn’t matter what results it produces, no matter how real or how “cool” you’re able to make it look. You typed a prompt, your machine used our shit to do it. I can now FINALLY embody the spirit of my coal-mining forefathers, and call you a pansy who’s never worked a day in his life, and I’ll keep doing it forever.

[deliciouskeys]

Co-parenting Butchlander is a bad idea for canon even if done in the tamest way possible and I feel like this needs to be said because this shit is getting out of hand to disturbing levels.

Homelander is the rapist.

He doesn't have custody of Ryan. He doesn't and shouldn't have rights to him. After getting Becca (Ryan's actual parent) killed, and against her wishes, he has stolen or in other words kidnapped Ryan.

Ryan is not his to take and shouldn't be viewed as such. Just think rationally for a split second on this.

Do you think a rapist should have rights to custody of a child they force on someone just because that person chose to keep it or god forbid, couldn't manage to get an abortion? Do you think it would be okay for that rapist to then kill the mother or get her killed and steal the child simply because he wants to be a dad?

That's not cute. It doesn't matter what the rapist's backstory is, that's horrifying and wrong and so gross on so many levels.

And look, it's fine if you want to romanticize this idea for fics but that is the one and only place it should be framed this irresponsibly. Because it is a bad idea with horrible implications that shouldn't be rose tinted into something adorable just because there are a few moments Homelander isn't pushing Ryan off a roof.

And you cannot complain about canon treating Becca badly when you advocate for this in canon.

This would be so much worse by make her nothing more than an incubator for the kid of the guy who raped her and then steals her husband. And that is disgusting.

Can we not forget that Ryan and Becca are both victims here, for once?

Romanticize it all you want in fics. It does not belong in canon.

Context link: My dumb crack idea for a Diabolical episode that Anon is referring to

“Co-parenting Butchlander is a bad idea for canon”

Maybe it doesn’t really matter for this discussion, but : I wouldn’t consider Diabolical “canon”. They had an episode about a woman talking to her poop, with a Deep cameo because it involved a sewer. It’s not canon.

“He doesn’t have custody of Ryan”

Well… okay, this is interesting, Ryan is in his custody as of end of season 3, whether HL has legal custody or not. In fact, NYS law is particularly lax and kind of messed up in the sense that you need a rape conviction to be deprived of your parental rights to a child that is genetically yours (and wasn’t made via a sperm bank). So not that it changes things ethically, but legally speaking HL may have legal claim here until someone convicts him of rape or CPS finds his parenting criminally negligent/inappropriate.

“Do you think it would be okay for that rapist to then kill the mother or get her killed and steal the child simply because he wants to be a dad?”

Do I think it’s “okay” ethically, morally, legally? Hmmmmmm, idk, what do you think I think, Anon? I’ll clear it up and say: no, I don’t . But am I watching and enjoying a show that already portrays this fucked up scenario? Yes, I am.

“You cannot complain about canon treating Becca badly when you advocate for this in canon”

Were you up in arms about this Amazon video?

Because it’s along the same ‘teehee this is so fucked up’ humor lines that you are clearly revolted by. If you were, then okay, at least you are consistent. And I’m going to chalk it up to different tolerance/interest levels about fucked up scenarios.

Come off anon if you still think I’m being glib and “romanticizing” dead incubators. I promise I’m not that scary to talk to off-anon. I even promise to hear you out if I’ve misunderstood the problem you have with my hypothetical dumb spin-off plot that wouldn’t be part of canon. You’re allowed to disagree.

[borntoocry]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

college Ellie AU

part 1/? (long chapter i think)

summary: Val has finally escaped her close-minded town and has gone to college in Boston. No one knows her, and she’s happy about it. She’s gay and golden but... she has no friends. That is until she meets a girl in her college algebra class. 

pairing: Ellie williams x fem!latina oc

warnings: no warnings? I don’t think. 

listen to better distractions by faye webster

My roommate was rarely in our room. She was somewhere else, with the boyfriend she said she had. I’d never seen him, he was a pure ghost. Sam, my roommate, only spoke about him when she was in the room, but I never paid attention. She was quite rude, so I would plug in my earphones and do my homework as she whined ‘babe, babe, come pick me up!’ 

I was alone my days leading up to the first day of classes. I wouldn’t walk out of my dorm unless I was starving and didn’t want to touch the food my parents left me, or to sit outside and read my book as I watched more students move in. No one looked at me in my colorful patch-work cardigan and mismatched Christmas socks, which I enjoyed more than some should. I was glad no one was paying attention to every single thing I did: walked, read books, listened to music, wore the clothes I wanted to wear. I would sit outside until drunks started walking about like zombies. 

I probably should’ve gone to parties, but Sam and I weren’t close, so even if I asked about parties, I didn’t want to be the only girl wandering around alone. At least not yet. I wanted to get a good feel of everyone before I partied by myself. That’s why today I was going  extra early to every single one of my classes. I was going to sit in the back of the class and watch everyone file into class, choosing their undesignated-designated seats for the rest of the semester. I was told not to do that by my mom, because it was weird and ‘stalker-ish,’ but I didn’t care. If someone looked nice and helpful in my useless classes, I would attach myself to them and form a bond I couldn’t form with my roommate. 

My first class was College Algebra 1304. I didn’t need this course as I had already taken it in high school. I was well-past the credits for high school but leaving early meant desperately trying to navigate through life when everyone was still depending on their parents. I should have taken the opportunity to escape, but I didn’t. Like a dumbass. 

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time: dark-washed dad shorts, a tight lavender long-sleeve and tennis shoes. I looked bright, like the moon in the middle of a clear black sky. I was tanner than usual after being out in the sun all summer, and my cheeks were rosy from being splattered with blush. My hair was in its usual curly nest down my back, and I covered myself in gold jewelry my mom brought me from her last Mexico visit. I was finally pretty. I was golden, after being so gray for so long. 

I looked happy. 

I tucked my hair back to show my golden hoops and backed away from my mirror. I was going to be late if I kept staring at myself, so I quickly pulled on my backpack and grabbed my water bottle off my mini-fridge. I ran out of the door and walked across campus to the Math building. The place where every guy thought they were smarter than all of the girls. Even the ugly nerdy guys thought they were better than the pretty girls finding their classes. 

I thought it was funny: some of the guys looking at the girls with humor as if they weren’t going to have to find their class at some point. It was also painfully obvious—the freshman boys. They only gawked, never moved forward. The sophomore guys looked like they didn’t care, unless someone walked in front of them and ruined their concentration. 

I easily found my class amidst everyone. I was late to my ‘extremely-early’ plan, as there was someone already sitting at the front of the class. But they were irrelevant in my eyes. They was a he and he was dressed in a blue polo and khaki shorts. It made me laugh, but it also had me in awe. I’d never seen a guy like that—all asshole-y and funny looking. 

I took a seat in the back of the class, like I said. I took out my pen and journal and placed my water bottle at the edge of my desk. I opened my journal to the first page and wrote ‘MATH 1304; Table of Contents: Page 1- THOUGHTS ON PEERS.’ 

Page 1 started with the name ‘Khaki Asshole Dude,’ followed with, ‘He looks like he doesn’t think a girl can be funny.’ 

I continued writing descriptions of my peers followed by my thoughts on them as they came in. People sat where they pleased, but no one sat close to me. It was either they thought I was weird, or they wanted to be alone the first day of class. Understandable, but I needed a friend. 

Attendance began dying down as the time passed, but right before the professor closed the door, a cool, jaw-dropping, panty-dropping girl walked in. She quietly apologized to the professor and looked around the room. I didn’t want to stare at her, but I couldn’t not look at her. There was a tattoo running down her forearm and a couple of bracelets hugging her wrists. She was wearing all black: black tank top, unbuttoned black button-up, black jeans, and black Converse. Her auburn hair was short, way above her shoulders, and pulled behind her ears.  

I needed to stop staring. 

But by the time I decided to, her eyes landed on me. She smiled. A small smile no one but I could tell. Her eyes softened when she looked at me but she wouldn’t move. She just silently stood there, as if she was waiting for me to wave her over to the seat beside me. 

“Miss, please take a seat, we’ll be beginning soon,” the professor said, and that’s when she stuck out a foot in front of her other. 

She mouthed, Is the seat open? 

I looked to my right and left and internally stabbed my hand with my pen. Of course both seats beside me were open, I had absolutely no one to wait for and no one even sat beside me before she got here. 

I turned back to her and nodded. 

She quickly took the spot to my right and dropped her backpack onto the floor. “I’m late,” she whispered. 

I chuckled and shook my head. “Almost,” I replied. “Almost late.” 

There was a short silence that grew between us where she pulled out her pen and journal and opened it up to the first page. The professor had begun speaking, but it was nothing important. It was only syllabus day, which was useless. I read the entire thing about ten times, so everything was stuck in my head already. 

“When did you come in?,” she asked me. 

I ran a hand over my mouth to try and hide my smile… and my heart that was trying to leap out. I was speaking to the most attractive woman I had ever met and I wasn’t even visibly dying. I was internally, but I was pulling myself together. 

“Errr… I came in a good fifteen minutes before class started.” 

“Fifteen?,” she quietly shouted. 

I nodded. “I was going to feel everyone out. See what they were like.” 

“Ah,” she rasped. “A try-hard then?” 

I dropped my head to feel the nape of my neck and smiled. “You could say that.” 

She continued looking at me; feeling me up, as I put it. This is when I began worrying about how I looked, what she thought of me, if I lived up to any gay dream she might have been having. I was stressing at how great of a first impression I was setting. Even though I shouldn’t have cared, I was caring nevertheless. I was a new person but I couldn’t let go of every single trait that built the character I was now. 

I patted down my hair and pulled it back behind my ears; I checked to see if my earrings were still intact, and if my sparkly jewelry that caressed my cartilage was shown. I wanted to know if she could see the dainty sun tattoo behind my ear that had no meaning at all besides it looking pretty. 

She averted her flirtatious gaze towards her journal and began writing down dates and important assignments we had due soon. The professor jumped onto paired study sessions and assignments where we could choose our partner. That’s when she looked at me once again and raised an eyebrow. 

The pen spinning on her finger was one of my main focuses. She kept twirling it and twirling it, as if she knew I was paying attention to not only all of her, but her hands in particular. It wasn’t my fault, though. There were veins flooding throughout her arms, up to her wrists where thin individual veins ran towards her knuckles. They were bolder as she dropped her pen and pumped her hand. My eyes were strictly on those goddamned fingers that I forgot she was speaking to me. 

“You think you’d want to partner up?,” she asked, and I knew she was repeating herself. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t—my mind was somewhere else,” I scoffed. She shook her head and motioned for me to continue. “Yes, we can be partners. I’d like that, thanks.” 

“Do you hate algebra?,” she questioned. 

I shrugged. 

She raised her left eyebrow this time. “You’re smart and pretty, eh?” 

I chuckled. “I’ve taken this class already,” I whispered through a smile. “Not specifically this class, but College Algebra 1304, yes.” 

“Then why are you taking it again?” 

“Credits didn’t transfer.” 

“Bummer.” 

“Yup,” I said with an eye-roll. 

“So, class. I’ll see you Wednesday. If you have any questions, feel free to email me. Use your college email, though, I’ve had too many ‘ChrisEvansluvr3000’s’ email me. And if you do, make sure to put your name, class, and class time on the subject. It’s—“ 

“So,” the girl said, slowly grabbing her backpack, “are you doing anything tonight?” 

I hummed for a second, acting as though I was scrolling through my calendar. “No. It is a Monday though…” 

She scoffed. “So?” She stood up and slipped her backpack onto one shoulder. Her distinct smell of musky vanilla and weed flooded into my nostrils. How I hadn’t caught her scent when she sat down was beyond me—but now that I could, I was falling deeper into this unknown girls trap. 

I opened my mouth to say why—school, syllabus week might come with a syllabus test—no, it would—and I had to get a good nights rest—but I let it hang open until I thought about what I told myself before going to college. I had to let go of any closeted habits I had from high school. Not the gay closeted habits, but the closeted habits where I stayed inside all day and all night, even if some rich kid living in the lakes was throwing a party. I had to get rid of them—dump them in the trash and push the bin down a hill. I had to become a different person, which started with going to a party. 

“I’m sorry, I used to live in a really shitty small town full of homophobic boring people so I’m not used to doing anything fun. Even during the week.” 

“It’s okay…” 

“Oh shit, I forgot to tell you my name. It’s Valeria, but you can call me Val.” 

“Okay well, Valeria, there’s a party tonight at my friend Kahlo’s place. He’s older.” 

“Ooooh,” I laugh. “Where is it?” 

“The Clark 2056 apartments. On Clark. Here, let me give you my number so you can text me and if you want, we can go together. Or if you want, you and your roommate can go.” 

I nodded and she sat back down. She grabbed my journal and in the corner of page one, where I wrote my opinion on everyone, she wrote her name and phone number. 

Ellie Williams: 817-008-####

She slid my pen and journal back towards me and began to stand up. But I quickly shot my hand out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards me. I grabbed my pen and turned her wrist over, writing my name and number on the inside of her arm. 

“Incase you end up forgetting who I am or something,” I whisper, even though the majority of the class is gone and we don’t have to whisper anymore. 

I looked up at her as she began looking at me. “I won’t. Wouldn’t, ever.” 

“Okay,” I replied with a soft smile. “I’ll text you after my next class… Ellie. And I’ll see you tonight.” 

“You’re going?” 

“It’s my first ever party, of course.” 

“Okay then,” she says eagerly as she stands up. “I’ll see you then, Valeria.” 

chapter 2 / Chapter 3

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 — act I, scene ii

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, grief and mentions of death and terminal illness, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor

▷ word count. 2.3k

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a/n: there's quite a bit of texting in this one so i apologize 😭

SUMMER (RISING JUNIORS).

INTAK wasn't one to give up easily. A couple weeks after school had been dismissed for the much-anticipated summer break, he was still in town while the rest of his friends were off traveling the world with their families. His dad had left the house early, as per usual, to head to the company building for work, so he enjoyed the serenity of an empty house as he took his time rolling out of bed and making himself breakfast.

As he sat on one of the breakfast bar stools in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal before him, he pulled out his brother's phone and opened up one of the text threads. The last thing he had texted Yn was about properly working out a stain—he'd received a very (albeit amusing) passionate lecture from her about drinking or consuming anything in the car, because if he spilled anything on the seats, she would risk her own identity to come and beat him up.

He'd had a very good laugh at that.

jae's phone: bored

Not even a minute later, he received a reply.

yer a wizard yn!: why r u still using his phone?

jae's phone: well do u want someone to find your contact on *my* phone, miss secrecy?

yer a wizard yn!: fair enough

jae's phone: hey how old r u

yer a wizard yn!: wow it never occurred to u that i could just be some old pervert?

jae's phone: r u??

yer a wizard yn!: lucky for u, no

jae's phone: lucky for me? 👀

jae's phone: before u virtually threaten to hit me again

jae's phone: r u my brother's age then? u must be

yer a wizard yn!: nope

jae's phone: my age then? idk if u know my age actually

yer a wizard yn!: am i 5 years old? no

jae's phone: i will , hit u

yer a wizard yn!: LMAO

In spite of his texts, Intak laughed down at the counter and set aside the phone for a second so he could spoon some more of the sweet cereal milk into his mouth. He and this Yn person had been trading texts these past couple of weeks. All of the conversations had been brief and harmless at most; it was all just his attempts at holding a conversation while Yn deflected anything that would expose who she was. Except for this conversation and their first one, he had no inkling of her identity.

yer a wizard yn!: okay, fine yes, i'm ur age i think

yer a wizard yn!: at least that's what jae said

Intak leaned into the conversation. Do u go to the academy too?

yer a wizard yn!: my friends say that's confidential

jae's phone: ur friends knew my brother too??

yer a wizard yn!: mhm

jae's phone: okay well,,, wait tf they're READING THESE??

He could hear her laughing at him now, even if he didn't know what her laugh sounded like. Did Jaehyuk know all these people in secret? He felt like a right idiot now.

yer a wizard yn!: now they're not, i just shooed them away

yer a wizard yn!: i can't tell u explicitly, but if u figure it out on ur own per se,,,,

jae's phone: ahhhh i see

jae's phone: don't say anything if u go to the academy

jae's phone: LETS GOOOO !! 😩

yer a wizard yn!: u r so…

jae's phone: handsome, smart, funny, etc lots to choose from

yer a wizard yn!: *crickets*

jae's phone: rude 😔

jae's phone: doing anything for the summer?

yer a wizard yn!: nah just working and hanging out w friends. u?

jae's phone: ignoring my responsibilities lol

It wasn't exactly a lie. After Jaehyuk had passed away, his father had made it incredibly clear that Intak was now to step into his shoes. No more second child privileges. Plus, how could he find the energy to get away when that was all he did last summer to forget the pain of Jaehyuk leaving?

yer a wizard yn!: once when jae (well ig *you*) and his family went on vacation, he left the car w me. it was kind of weird having that thing just sitting in my garage

jae's phone: really? huh. what year was that

yer a wizard yn!: i think he said u guys were going to jeju or sumn

Ah, that must have been the last vacation Intak could remember enjoying with Jae.

jae's phone: oh yeah, i remember that holiday

jae's phone: he must've really trusted u then

yer a wizard yn!: yeah ig so… couldn’t even drive it then, so maybe that’s why lol

Minutes passed of silence in the text chain. Intak wanted to know what she was thinking on the other side of the phone, if she was even as sad as he was. He'd figured out that his brother and Yn had been really close, so she must have gone through some type of grieving process like he had? He didn't know anyone else as heartbroken as he was. His dad didn't really care, only that his number one heir was now six feet under. Intak was still bitter that his father didn't even stay after the funeral, but he supposed everyone grieved in different ways.

Intak picked up the phone again and began typing. My brother didn't trust a lot of people, he admitted. Idk why I feel the need to but thanks for being there for him.

yer a wizard yn!: wish i had been there for him better to be honest

Yeah, that one hurt. I get that. I blame myself too.

yer a wizard yn!: ur brother loved u a lot tho, intak. that's why he left u the car

yer a wizard yn!: it was something to remember him by

Intak swiped at the warm tears trailing down his face. He wished he didn't have the dumb car. He wished his brother was here instead.

yer a wizard yn!: i'm sorry if i made u upset, but just remember that he loved u so much

yer a wizard yn!: if u ever need someone to talk to who knew him as u did or close to how u did, then come find me

jae's phone: thanks yn

jae's phone: i wish he had trusted me enough to introduce me to u tbh

Somehow, she had figured out that he wasn't saying this as a joke like all the other times.

yer a wizard yn!: he did trust u. he was just trying to protect me

jae's phone: it worries me when u say that

yer a wizard yn!: it's okay just,,, forget i said anything

As if he could just forget that speaking to her could jeopardize her. He didn't even know how this could get her in trouble, if he was interpreting what she was saying correctly. If only Jae had left him a note explaining who Yn was, but he supposed it wasn't … safe to?

jae's phone: how did my brother even find u lol

Great segue, he shoveled a spoon of cereal into his mouth so he didn't have to look at his gross attempt at a subject change.

yer a wizard yn!: strangely enough, just like this

jae's phone: ??

yer a wizard yn!: he texted my number thinking it was this auto repair helpline he found online w his problems and i fixed his car haha

jae's phone: oh yo that's kinda cool tho

yer a wizard yn!: ur both really bad w cars

jae's phone: oUT OF POCKET 😭

jae's phone: wait so u go to the academy

yer a wizard yn!: bye intak

jae's phone: NOOOO WAIT COME BACCCK

It was late, that much he knew, but sleep would not bless his eyes and body and mind. Intak stared up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom with moonlight streaming through the curtains by his bedside. There were too many things in his head to even think about a peaceful night of sleep.

"You could just look her up in the yearbook," he said aloud into the darkness. "But that would be invading her privacy." And Yn had made it so very clear that she was against him finding out her identity. But she had pretty much confirmed that she went to the academy, that she was in his year, and that her name was actually Yn—

Wait. Okay, so maybe she hadn't confirmed the latter yet, but Intak assumed his brother didn't make contact names that didn't make sense.

He sighed. He wished Jaehyuk could have given him some sort of sign.

Intak reached for his phone sitting on the nightstand, but instead of going to YouTube or some other streaming service he opened up her text messages.

Just as he was about to type a greeting, she beat him to it.

yer a wizard yn!: can't sleep either?

jae's phone: yeah ig not

jae's phone: wbu?

yer a wizard yn!: yeah no same

jae's phone: i wanna ask u stuff, but i don't wanna make u uncomfortable. it's not abt u personally, it's just abt ur connection w my brother. idk really

yer a wizard yn!: this is closure for u, i get it

yer a wizard yn!: ask to ur heart's content

jae's phone: did u know… that he was sick?

There was a long pause, and Intak waited patiently while laying on his side.

yer a wizard yn!: i found out really late

yer a wizard yn!: i knew something was wrong, but he was good at hiding it

yer a wizard yn!: i didn't get to say goodbye to him tho

jae's phone: i'm sorry yn

yer a wizard yn!: don't be, it's okay

yer a wizard yn!: were ur friends close to him too?

jae's phone: they thought he was cool and they got along, but they weren't super close. ig i can say ur one of the very few people who prob grieved like i did

yer a wizard yn!: that's… god, that's really sad. everyone at school liked him tho

jae's phone: tch yeah, but yk our school's full of fake shitheads

yer a wizard yn!: yeah fs… i think ur wrong in one aspect tho

jae's phone: what's that?

yer a wizard yn!: *grieves not grieved, i think we're both still grieving

jae's phone: would u be uncomfortable if i sent a voice message?

As soon as he sent the text, he grimaced. Oh no, he was going to be faced with immediate rejection. Intak scrambled onto his stomach and elbows to get in a better position to text faster and beat the three moving dots at the bottom of the screen.

yer a wizard yn!: sure go ahead

jae's phone: WAITWAIT

He wanted to slap himself.

jae's phone: okay uhm gimme a second

jae's phone: didn't actually think u would agree

Good going, idiot. Now what?

Intak sat up against his headboard. He didn't know why he asked in the first place, but maybe he just wanted to voice his thoughts aloud for once. He licked his lips, gathered his thoughts—

"Hey—" he cleared his throat, coughing and wishing he didn't just voice crack. "Sorry, hi. I thought this was gonna be a lot less awkward, but here goes nothing." He paused, then continued on, "Do you ever… miss him? Just miss him a lot. Sometimes I watch movies and they're always like—sometimes I feel them sitting next to me or hear their laughter—and I don't. I don't feel him next to me, I don't hear his voice or his laugh, Yn. I wish I did though. I wish I could miss him like that. Do you think it would hurt less if I did?"

Intak hit the send button, then exited out of the app so he could look for the right kind of music to listen to. The room was just too quiet right now.

To his surprise, when she replied, it was not in the form of a text message, but in the form of her own voice message. He was about to hear her voice. That had to mean something right?

"Hey Intak." His heart thumped. Woah… "Yeah, I was unsure of replying in a voice message, but I thought it was fair. Don't worry; I've gaslit myself enough to feel comfortable," she laughed to herself. "That was a joke, by the way. Yeah, I laugh at my own jokes."

Intak snorted.

The sound of laughter faded slightly as she continued on though. "Yeah, I miss him a lot. I think… I think this past year, I've been trying to ignore the fact that I miss him, but I do. When I saw the convertible steaming that one day, I just couldn't stop myself from texting his number, I guess. Force of habit. I don't really feel those sensations either, but I don't think it would hurt any less if you did feel that way. I think any way you grieve is valid, really." Her voice went quiet at the end. "You're not alone, y'know?"

His cheeks were warm again and his breathing trembled. Intak hugged his knees to his chest, wondering why his head hurt when he was crying, but maybe it was because he had not cried fully in a long time. He sniffled, collecting himself to reply.

"Thanks Yn," he said, voice slightly hoarse from his crying. "You have a nice voice, by the way." Nice was an understatement. His heart was beating a little too fast at the moment.

She replied with, "Thanks Intak. You, too."

jae's phone: u said ur friends knew him too

jae's phone: were they close?

yer a wizard yn!: yeah, i'd say they had gotten to know him almost as well as i did. they hung out w us at the garage

jae's phone: like an auto repair shop?

yer a wizard yn!: yeah

jae's phone: this feels illegal to know

yer a wizard yn!: maybe u deserve a taste of the forbidden for once tho

And for some reason, that engraved itself in his head and right above his heart. He wouldn't know that from here on out, he would wear that phrase like a crown.

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[imighthavetheanswer]

Why should I talk to my dad again?

There is actually only one answer to this question, but you'll see in a moment why it takes some clarification and nuance to not come off as flip and ridiculous.

Because you want to.

That's the only real answer you need, but as you can probably already see, that's hardly simple, is it?

There's any number of reasons to want to never speak to your father again. Maybe he hurt you, repeatedly, over and over, and never once acknowledged it. Maybe he's hurt you, and acknowledged it, but keeps hurting you, despite knowing that you are hurt. Maybe it was one big, tremendous, overwhelming hurt. The kind that a relationship can't come back from without a tremendous amount of work. Maybe he hurt someone you loved dearly.

Maybe you don't want to talk to him again. Then you do have your answer. You just want to hear that this is okay. I am telling you, yes, it is okay. It is okay to not ever want to see or hear from him ever again.

However, the reality is that I have known people with stories about their father's that would completely shock most anyone who heard them. The kind of anecdotes that stop parties dead, and silence the awkward coworker who wonders what you're doing for Father's day. People who ask me this question don't just have awkward dads, or cold dads, or weird dads. They have Dads, tm, the kind psychology and literature alike is built on top of like so many bones in a mausoleum.

But, again, why should you talk to him? Because, maybe, despite that, you still want to.

That's okay. You're allowed to want to talk to your dad. Of course you are. He's your dad. Chances are good he's the only one you have. Or at least the only one of that type (biological, adopted, caregiver, real, fake, step, grandfather who fathered, and everything in between) that you will ever have.

The questions you also must answer for yourself are:

Can I be safe around him, materially, if I reach out? Do I have my own financial resources, or home, etc, to care for myself regardless of what he says and does?

Do I have other people who can support me if/when he fails me again?

Have I set reasonable expectations for what he can offer me? If he never takes ownership of what he's done, can that be okay? There's no right or wrong here, it's just an important question to answer.

Am I doing this for myself, or for someone else? Sometimes mom wants us to talk to dad, or a sibling does. Is it safe to humor them? Can you set boundaries with that sibling or other parent, such as "I will talk to him as long as he doesn't deadname me?" or "I will be happy to go out for a meal, but I won't stay the night at your house?" If they respect that, that can be a great sign that it can work out well enough.

Now, you didn't ask me about setting boundaries around such a thing, that's awhole other conversation, but needless to say consider if you want to see him in person, or phone, or text. Or on a vacation you're meant to enjoy versus a visit that is more akin to business and work? This can be an errand, talking to dad, but much like cleaning a toilet it might still be worth it at the end.

So, asker (who may or may not be me, gotta start somewhere!) yes, you can talk to your dad if you want to. It's okay not to want to.

Ask me a question, if you'd like

[eemcintyre]

"Seawolf: The Pirate's Curse" (2005) review

Surprisingly, honestly... why did I enjoy this? I guess after a couple of major misses for me in the form of "The Kidnapping" and "Beyond Forgiveness", my expectations were appropriately low, but this one actually had some likable characters and humor, and that always manages to rope me in. I have a soft spot for fun, silly action fare like this bc of childhood shows like "The Greatest American Hero", I think.

So, the title never makes any sense... what was it supposed to mean? what curse?

First and foremost, I must say TIG is looking oh-so-very pretty and rugged here- the necklaces, the bandanas, the curly-q hair, the tank tops, the sweaty, the ARMMMSSSS 😩

Initially had absolutely no clue what was going on in the beginning; a bunch of people with weird ass outfits in the dark and I was just like please no don't let that be him in the damn fucking cape and eyepatch and o n e l e g; I was like he can't possibly have one leg the whole time, right?? 🤨

But yeah I was definitely experiencing the "dear God what did I get myself into, cheers to another awful mess" 🫡🥂

Why does half the audio sound dubbed (particularly everything that comes out of Rachel's mouth)? Also props to Rachel for being the most emotionally unaffected person ever bc her reactions were so disproportionately calm to what would happen if my bf was constantly disappearing overseas and totaled my gorgeous pink car

We're getting some very Max Parrish-type hooting and hollering up in here; a concise summary of Thorpe is that he's basically if Max had a boat and was an alcoholic instead of a drug addict

We get another hallmark of TIG's movies with a slew of incredibly cringe one-liners that elicit a physical reaction of pain from me, but for every few there was actually a genuinely funny one here and there, so I'll allow it this time...

The whole "I'm a pirate, my father was a pirate, etc." speech had me ROLLING and NOT IN THE WAY THE WRITERS INTENDED I THINK BC HUH??

When he met Helene in that random room full of paintings I was sure we were supposed to take it that the mission was smth art theft-related. but no she just has a passion for maximalist design ig.

Why does the camera get randomly shaky for no reason? Very avant-garde of them

Am I the only one who thinks that Carlos looks like a Walmart George Clooney? Someone else pls tell me I'm not insane

Always throws me off-guard but it's such fun to see TIG in an uncharacteristically light scene like the one where he's dancing in the parade and surrounded by the circle of dancers in the bar. At least he seemed like he was having a good time in this movie 🎉

Ramon and his lil book and the bar scene of Thorpe and Helene drunkenly arguing w each other and sitting on the side of the road was what really started to sell me

anD THEN HE FKIN DR A G S HER ASS 😂

Plus I cannot go without mentioning my appreciation for the way he was holding her knee 👀💕

Love how he spends the majority of this movie just dressed like someone's hot dad who works out, in his cargo shorts, tank top and goatee- oH WAIT IT'S BC HE IS A HOT DAD WHO WORKS OUT IN REAL LIFE

Love how Carlos and all the other villains are devoid of personality or motive except for ~money~, like "the Colonel" doesn't even have a name!!!

Was genuinely stressed that my boy was going to clock himself in the head when he was swinging that rope trying to scale that building

When Helene straight-up PUNCHED HER SISTER IN THE FACE like these ladies have some beef and I need to know where it stems from

This film is another great example of TIG's grossly underutilized comedic potential- a là the map reading scene

Hilarious how Carlos just shrugs like "I don't care, whatever I guess" when who he believes to be Marlena says she wants to say a dramatic goodbye to Thorpe

Ok but how did he not die?? Thank goodness but how??

Even more hilarious how the Colonel, who has had nothing but hatred and murderous intent for Thorpe throughout, is just so touched by Thorpe's being a ✨ big softie with morals ✨ that his vengeful compulsions are soothed and he's content with taking the gold like "hey bro, we're square now <3" and just fuckin walks away

Good on them for giving the treasure back to Mexico

Was legit concerned for too long there that they weren't actually going to end up together and I was screeching

DO THEY ACTUALLY USE THE SAME SHOT OF THE BOAT AT SUNSET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOVIE AND AT THE END?? lmaooo

Honestly, I think they could have leaned even more into the humorous aspect and the treasure hunt part of the film; made it a bit more of a National Treasure/Indiana Jones sort of thing, and I definitely would have liked some more character development, esp. for the sidekicks and villains, but overall, I award this film an unexpected 6/10. I had a good time 🙃🩷

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 3)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

A simple day of research takes a turn no one anticipated.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Additional Tags to Be Added

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You had all decided to spend the majority of the day researching. Six heads were better than one and all that. Sam made himself comfortable in your library after Curtis brought in a table from the garage storage. Dean was surprisingly quiet as he combed through the case file, connecting some leads and gathering their information so they could follow through on them tomorrow when their Fed suits were fresh and clean.

Around lunchtime you decide it was time for you to take a break and check in on your old man. You’re not sure if he knows the boys are in town yet. With the amount of hunters that love to gossip at TPK you can only assume he’s at least heard whisperings of them showing up last night. Knowing your history with them, he most certainly wouldn't have text or brought it up with you on his own. Per usual you’ll have to call and inform him of what’s going on. 

“My eyes need a rest and I’m starting to get hungry. So I’m taking a break.” You announce as you get up from your seat. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Beer if you have any to spare.” Dean requests.

“I’ll ask Sy if he has any left in the barn of his homebrew that’s bottled.” You let him know as you leave the room. You spot Walter in the kitchen as you make your way out to the patio to head to the barn. As you go to pass him by, he wraps a thick arm around your middle and pulls you close to him, laying a kiss on your lips. 

You melt into him, savoring the sweet moment before he pulls back, placing another kiss to your forehead. “Where you heading off too? I thought you were helping with research?”

“I am.” You look up into his azure eyes. “My eyes and stomach decided I needed a break. Plus I needed to check in with Dad. Dean wanted a beer so I was just heading out to the barn to see if Sy had any homebrew left.”

“You sure you weren't heading out there to watch them spar?” He teases. “Maybe get in a little rough and tumble yourself.”

“That does sound tempting.” You husk out. “But I’ll have to be strong and hold out. I really do need to call dad. Why don’t you come with me to make sure I behave and we can all call together.”

He lowers his mouth to your ear, voice low and husky. “What makes you think I want you to behave?”

“Naughty naughty bear.” You tease as you back away from him and open the patio door. “You comin’.”

“I wish.” He grumbles, following you out to the barn.

The sounds of flesh connecting with a mat, combined with deep grunts and groans, as you approach the open barn door, has your panties dampening. You saunter inside, leaning up against the wall as you enjoy the show.

It never ceases to amaze you just how strong and powerful these men are. Although Sy may be bigger in width, Curtis is large in his own right. Both stubborn and strong willed, unwilling to back down unless made to. Which leads to these bouts of competition that always end up with them sparing until someone gets pinned and has to yield. 

“Don’t waste all that pent up aggression, boys.” You call out. “I may need it later.”

Upon hearing your voice, Sy turns his head to look in your direction, opening himself up to allow Curtis to slip his bicep around his neck and capture him in a chokehold. “Say it.” He grunts out, tightening the hold.

“Not gonna happen.” Sy grits through his teeth.

“The sooner you say it the sooner she comes over here.” He replies, winking over at you.

You purposefully yawn and make a show of stretching out your limbs, arms high in the air, back arched, chest lifted. 

“Yield.” Sy states.

“What was that?” Curtis squeezes a little more.

“I yield.” He says louder. “Now get off me so our woman can tend to my bruised ego.”

He releases him and with a speed only he possesses, quickly makes his way to you. He pulls you into his sweaty shirtless body and takes his victory kiss. Leaving you a panting mess when he pulls away, heading over to the bench to towel off and down his water.

“C’mon man. You couldn’t just make me yield, you had to go and make her all twitterpatted too.” Sy yells at Curtis, still prone on the mat.

You chuckle to yourself as you make your way over to the grumpy bear of a man. You make a point to toss your leg over his torso before lowering yourself down, straddling his thick abdomen. You run your hands up his furry pecs, until you reach his bearded cheeks. You lean forward, arching your back, leaving your ass on display, as you nip at Sy’s bottom lip. “Poor Beasty. Looks like the Axeman came out on top this time.”  

His growl vibrates against your core, the only warning you get before he grabs your waist and flips you, spreading your thighs and pinning you beneath him with his hips. “Babygirl, I always end up on top, sooner or later.” He captures your mouth in a brutal kiss. Tongue teasing along your lip, asking for admittance, which you gladly grant. You make out for a bit, bodies dancing a tango you’ve performed many times, before Walter pushes Sy aside with his boot and lifts you into his arms.

“As much as I’m enjoying watching this unfold.” He places you on your feet. “You came in here for a reason. So let’s get that taken care of before you lose yourself to your hormones.”

“Spoilsport.” Curtis taunts as he joins the rest of you. “What did you need Dewdrop?”

“Nothing special. I’m taking a break from research. Wanted to call and check in on Dad. Also Dean wanted some beer. I came to see if you had any homebrew left Sy. Figured I could ask and then call dad.”

“I have a couple bottles left over from the last batch. I’ll bring em when we head inside. Let’s get your dad’s call out of the way and then we can make some lunch. I’m starving.” Sy replies.

“You're forever hungry.” You state.

“For you, Sugar. Always for you.” He winks at you.

“Such a charmer.” You pull your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to call your father.

Only the third ring he picks up. “I was wondering when you were going to ring me. How are your house guests?”

“Hello Dad. I knew those gossips couldn't keep their mouths shut. Yes Sam and Dean are staying with us while they work that vamp case Garth brought us. They’re currently in my library doing research as we speak.”

“I assume the lumberjack and two bears are on this call.”

“You know it.” Sy imparts.

“Good. So I can tell you this and I know for a fact it will be upheld.” Your father quips. “You are to take the damn night off. I don’t want you anywhere near this bar. You all worked the last eight days in a row and helping them Winchesters get that Vamp nest squared away is important. But not as important as you boys making good on your promise and giving me a grandchild or two before I croak.”

“Dad!” You groan. “When are you going to ease up on that already?”

“When you show me an ultrasound picture.” He proudly states.

Your men just laugh. “We’ll get right on that, Sir. You have my word.” Walter apeases him.

“I’m holding you to it. Now get off this phone and I better not see you until at least tomorrow evening.”

You sigh. “Bye Dad.”

“Goodbye, Hun.”

“Well that went a bit farther than expected.” You whine.

“Oh I fully expected him to try and take a hit to our manhood. He was pretty tame this time around. Betty must have paid him a visit last night.” Sy chuckles out.

“Come on, Dewdrop. You can warm my cock while I get clean. Promise I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be leaking me all afternoon.” Curtis slaps your ass and walks out of the barn toward the house. Not deigning to put a shirt back on.

The afternoon was spent with everyone putting their heads together to come up with a plan based off of the information that you had been able to gather so far.

“Listen.” Sy states. Captain voice initiated. “The intel we currently have does not leave me feeling one hundred on a plan. There is no room for contingencies. We need to do some recon during the daytime. If not by us, then by trusted sources closer to the possible nest location.”

“Do you have someone available to do that?” Sam inquires.

“I can give my nephews a call. They’re close by working a haunting a couple counties over.” Walter answers.

Dean and Sam look at each other, having one of their silent conversations.

“Alright.” Dean relents. 

Sy claps his hands together. “Great. Now supper time. Curtis, start up the grill while I get a fire going.” He turns to you. “We still got all them steaks Jimmy bartered with us?”

“Sure do.” You reply.

“Steaks and potatoes it is then.” He smiles mischievously, scooping you up and placing you in a fireman's carry, as he makes his way out to the extra fridge in the garage. 

Dean downs the last of his beer as everyone takes their exit, trying to chase away the tendrils of jealousy he’s feeling. They’ve been happening more frequently since last night.

Sam pauses at the door, turning to look at the sullen face of his brother. “Don’t take forever moping, alright. At least try to enjoy yourself tonight, okay.”

By the time Dean drags himself out back, he finds you all mingling around the fire pit, sans Curtis who is manning the grill while tossing a ball around with Booga. He can clearly see that his brother and Walter are deep in discussion about something he can only imagine is nerdy.  

The sound of classic rock being played on an acoustic guitar has him seeking the source. That is when he spots Sy, guitar in his lap strumming along and serenading you with some tune that has you beaming. Clearly the song has meaning to you because he watches as you dance around the fire. 

You're swaying your hips, letting Sy’s smooth voice run along your skin, warming you from the inside out. Dean can’t help but be mesmerized by your display, caught off guard by how safe and comfortable you must be to just let your guard down like that. He realizes that he’s only ever really seen you like this once and it was a long, long time ago. How blind and selfish was I all those years ago?

Curtis subtly watches Dean out the corner of his eye for a bit, taking in the effect you have on the hunter. He could give him hell for ogling his woman, but that’s just not who he is. “Domesticity looks good on her doesn't it?”

“Huh?” He’s snapped back to reality by Curtis’ question. Choosing to go lend a hand to one of the men that get to call you theirs. 

“When she lets herself go like that and just be.” He tosses the ball for Booga once more. “She looks like a damn goddess luring you in.”

Dean swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

“That’s his main objective everyday.” He points to Sy. “Well all of ours actually. Giving her what she needs to just be free, even for just five minutes. She’s so damn self sacrificing, helping any and everyone that she runs herself ragged from the stress of not saying no. Here she’s not allowed to just say yes. She gets a call, we ALL talk about it before a decision is made. Hence why she doesn't go out hunting much or alone anymore.”

Dean just nods along, sipping his whiskey.

“Plus, we can’t have her all stressed out when we're trying to knock her up.” He calmly states. “Not good for her or the future baby.”

Dean chokes on his next sip. “You're trying to have a baby?”

“Mmhmm. Have been. Wanna give her a family. Little ones to love and dote on. Plus we promised her pops and were falling behind on, as we are reminded quite often.” He chuckles to himself as Dean’s mind flashes back to a time that seems so far away now.

I’m searching for the pie she grabbed when she went into the last gas station when my hand bumps a rectangular, non-food- like package that crinkles. I take a look inside and notice a bright pink box that reads First Response Pregnancy.

“Did you grab somebody else’s bag by accident? Why is there a pregnancy test in here?”

“No, that bag is ours. Never left my possession since it was handed to me.”

“Ok. So why is the test?”

“Cus I’m late Dean.” I freeze at her words.

“How late?” I manage to ask.

“Bout two weeks.” 

“We’re always careful. Plus we havent had sex in a couple weeks.” I state.

“Pull out method isn’t always effective Dean.” You snatch the bag from his hands and remove the test. “I’d rather be safe than sorry. That’s why I didn't say anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go piss on a stick now before Sam gets back.”

I set the bag down and begin to pace the room. I never was good at being patient and the longer she takes in there the more anxious I get. What if she’s pregnant? We aren't even a couple. Yeah we hookup when the mood strikes and she’s one of the few people I trust with my life, but a kid?

Before I can spiral further, I hear the bathroom door open. “What’s the verdict?”

She steps back into the room, test in hand, stopping before me. She holds it up for me to see one single pink line. “False alarm. My eggo is not preggo.” She gives me a little half smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

I can’t help but to wrap my arms around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Beers are on me tonight.”

She burrows her head into my chest. “Make it top shelf whiskey and you got yourself a deal. It’s only fair.”

“How so?”

“It’s your weak pull out game that got us here.” She chuckles out.

I smack her ass for the sassy retort. “I didn't hear you complaining when you were coming all over my dick.”

She looks up at me, eyes full of something I just can’t place, but I really want to figure out. I lean in, running my nose along her cheek when the damn motel door opens. 

“Oh. Shit.” Sammy stutters out. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes.” “No.” We say at the same time.

She gives me a look, stepping away from my body and heading over to her duffle. “I hope you're done with whatever errand you were on Sammy cause I need a greasy burger and a thick milkshake stat.”

“Uh, yeah.” He looks over to me and I just shrug my shoulders. If she wants to move on from our little scare, who am I to tell her otherwise. “I saw this diner just down the road, a real greasy spoon.”

“Perfect.” She grabs her leather jacket and heads towards Baby. “Let’s feast boys!”

The unmistakable beat of Blister In the Sun is filling the air from a hidden speaker, presumably by Sy. "Come on sugar. Hit me with that sweet sweet voice." He shouts.

The smile that spreads across your face is full of nothing but mischief. “Looking for a little razzle dazzle Beasty?”

“Gotta get my entertainment somewhere.” He quips back.

You shake your hips to the tell tell beat, sending him a wink as you saunter over to Walter singing along to every word. You grab his hand and pull him into you. Turning so your back is to his front as you shimmy down his frame. Purposefully grinding your hips against his growing bulge. 

When he moves a hand to grip your hip, you spin on your heel, backing away, crooking your fingers in a come hither fashion. He follows like the sweet puppy that he is. You place him next to Sy, turning over your shoulder to Sam. “Come join the party Sam. I know for a fact you secretly love this song.”

He shakes his head at you, downs the rest of his drink and gets on his feet. You sing and dance around with your best friend without a care in the world. It doesn't matter that you mourned the loss of him. He’s alive and back in your life again. This time you’re not letting him go. Even if that’s only through text and phone calls as he trips around the country with the man you never fully got over.

It’s no secret that Dean broke your heart. Your men have done a great job of stitching it back together. But you all know that there’s still a piece that remains his. Somehow, Curtis, Walter and Sy do not feel threatened by the hunter being around. Maybe it’s because they already share you with each other and have no visions of letting you go. Or maybe there is something they’re holding back? Only time will tell.

This whole situation is all very overwhelming and you're thankful for this moment to just dance around the fire. Watching Sam make a fool of himself while you pull laughs from them all, is just the medicine your soul has been needing.

Your eyes scan over Dean’s stoic frame before quickly moving on to lock eyes with Curtis. “Enjoying the show Axeman?”

“You know it Dewdrop.” He shouts back. “Steaks up, so why don’t you shake that ass over to the table. It’s time to fill you full of something to soak up all that whiskey you’ve been sippin’.”

You blow a kiss in his direction, before sashaying your way to the porch, Jet and Booga hot on your heels. Dean swears that your eyes caught during the motion. Wishful thinking that maybe it was for him too. You are clearly feeling the effects of the liquor in your system.

You take a seat, dogs surrounding you as you watch all five men set the table. As you lean forward to grab a plate to fill, it is quickly snatched from your hand by Curtis. “Sit.” He growls out. “You’re not moving a muscle unless it’s to place food on your tongue. We have promises to make good on that start well before we head up to bed.”

You squirm in your seat at the authority in his voice. You love when his Dom slips out around others. Makes ya all mushy and submissive. You do as you told without putting up a fight, which results in a raised brow from Walter and a chuckle from Sy. “Curtis I’mma need ya ta use that voice more often. She never sass’s back when you do it. For me she thinks it’s a game.”

“Isn’t it?” You innocently tease. “Victory tastes much sweeter when you work for it. Right Beasty?”

He sets a glass of water before you and grabs hold of your chin. “To the victor go the spoils. And yours are ripe for the picking.” He lays a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back before you can take it further, leaving you chasing him as he backs away to take his seat next to you. 

Dean has been sitting, plate full, watching this exchange. He’s bewildered by how seamlessly nonchalant you all are about your relationship and showing affection. He’s not against PDA by any means, but he’s gotta admit that watching you be so open with them definitely stings. 

He regrets that he took your open affection for granted. Especially since he only ever really let you do it behind closed doors. If you were at a bar, unless you were hooking up that night, he never let it go past friendly touches. I would give my right arm to take that all back and be touched by her again.

Before he can sour the mood around the table, a phone begins to ring. Everyone checks their pockets, but it’s Walter who holds up his phone. “It’s Clark. Give me a minute.” He gets up and heads into the house to take the call.

“Who’s Clark?” Sam asks.

“His nephew.” Sy replies. “I assume he’s calling him back about him and Mikey doing recon for us tomorrow.”

“They idolize Walter. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” You watch him pace the kitchen from your spot at the table. “Although this call is taking a bit longer than I expected.”

Just as you're about to get up and see what’s going on for yourself, Walter ends the call and is walking back to his seat.

“Verdict?” Curtis asks.

“They’ll do the recon for us.” Walter answers. “They’re having a bit of a time finding the bones for the haunt they’re on though and could use some extra hands to get it over with tonight.”

“Mikey couldn’t flirt his way into the good info I see.” You chuckle to yourself.

“Town historian’s a married straight man. Even his charms couldn’t pull that one off.” Walt explains.

“Well, looks like duty calls then.” Sy imparts. “Not that we need this many hunters, but who wants to help out? I’d really like to get back at a decent time. I have business I need to take care of.” He winks at you.

“I’m sure we can find and burn the remains before it gets too late and still enjoy the rest of our night before recon tomorrow. Might even get some extra hunters on the case. I’m down to go.” You respond.

“Where you go, we go.” Curtis states.

“Count us in too. I’m itchin’ for some action.” Dean throws out.

“Eat up. We head out in forty.” Walt declares.

You pull up outside your standard no tell motel, next to a red and black 1970 Dodge Challenger. “I see Mikey drove this time.” You snicker as you get out of the Durango.

Walt walks up to the room directly in front of the muscle car and bangs on the door until it swings open revealing a tall yet baby faced man. “Geez Uncle Walt. You still knock like the po po.”

He ignores his nephew and walks inside, nodding his head for all of you to follow. As you pass Mike you can’t help but to squeeze his reddened cheeks. “Loving the hair length Mikey. The ladies must be getting a real kick out of it.” You tap his cheek and continue on inside to find Clark’s large frame overtaking a chair, huddled over a table.

He looks up from his computer as you enter. “I see you decided to bring trouble with you.” He quips.

“Aww, Clark you still hung up on my little joke?” You tease.

“Joke?” He huffs. “You pretended to be my ex-girlfriend and exaggerated my prowess in bed to Lois. It took me weeks to work back up the courage to finally ask her out.”

“But you did end up asking her out right?” You retort.

“Yes.”

“And…” You gesture for him to continue.

Mikey wraps his arm around your shoulder. “And now they’re a gross ass couple. He’s always on the phone with her. And don’t get me started on when I try to bring someone back for the night.” He rolls his eyes. “One time he was all mopey cus she wasn’t returning his text and my date spent two hours listening to him bitch until she finally called. By the time I went to seal the deal she was too tired. Fucking cockblock.”

“She was too good for your pump and dump ass anyway.” Clark snorts.

“Alright boys that’s enough.” Sy pipes up. “You’re both pretty.”

Clark looks over your shoulder to the two unknown guests in his room. “You brought company.”

“Oh them?” You shrug. “They’re hunting buddies from another life. Clark, Mikey, meet Sam and Dean Winchester.” 

“Winchester?” Mike looks between you and them. “Like the Winchesters. Been to hell and back literally Winchesters?”

“That’d be us.” Dean imparts. “It’s nice to meet ya.”

“Likewise.” Clark responds.

“Hear you’re having some trouble with a haunt?” Sam queries. “We’re here to help.”

“Well shit. Sounds good to me.” Mike whoops. “If anyone can get that historian to talk it’s TG.”

“Tell us what ya got.” Curtis requests.

You were able to get the information you needed from Frank the historian. Minimal flirting was necessary actually. You went in, accompanied by Dean, posed as a couple on a honeymoon road trip, looking for fun unusual facts about each town you slept in for the night. 

It was interesting how hands on Dean played his part. He made sure to always be touching you in some subtle way until we're out of the building. It had your nerve endings going haywire by the time you got back to your men.

“I know that look.” A smirking Walter pulls you close to his leaning frame by the hips, whispering in your ear. “Need me to take the edge off for you baby?”

You subtly nod your head. “We’ll meet you guys back at the motel. Mikey. Clark. Head back with Dean and Sam.” He reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys, tossing them to Curtis. “Axeman you’re driving. Sy get in the back.” 

He pulls on the handle behind him, opening the door and ushering you in with a hand on the small of your back. He climbs in after you, closing the door with a thud. “Turn towards me and lean against Sy babygirl. Curtis queue up Tear You Apart. ”

He undoes the top of your jeans, pulling them down to bunch at your ankles, and spreads your thighs as wide as the seat will allow. He runs a thick finger over the sticky patch of arousal seeping through your thong. “Your soaked little one. I’ll have to thank Dean later.”

You whimper as he increases the pressure. Tilting your hips to get him to give you what you need. “Hold her still Sy.” He commands, ghosting his left hand along the hem of wet fabric. “When Curtis hits play, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. You have until the end of the song to come at least once. If you don’t you’ll be shit out of luck until we get home. Understand.”

“Yes, sir. Want your fingers. I’ll be a good girl.” You whine out.

“Curtis.” He gives him a look in the rearview and the song begins. He yanks your thong to the side and sinks his middle and ring fingers to the knuckle with a growl. “So wet and fucking tight.”

He wastes no time setting a quick pace, attacking your sweet spongy spot, rendering you a mess in under a minute. You were already spun tight from all the innocent flirting and touches from your ex that by the halfway point of the almost 4 minute song you were digging your nails into Sy’s bicep as you came apart.

“Good girl.” He praised you. “Give Walt one more babygirl. I know you can do it.”

“Too much.” You whimper. “C-can’t.”

"Oh yes you can.” Walt growls out. Doubling down on his efforts, thumb circling your over sensitive little nub.

The next thing you know, everything goes still. Colors begin to dance in front of your eyes and you feel a distinct wetness coating your thighs.

“Did she just fucking squirt all over the back seat?” Curtis grits out.

“What?” You look up at Sy bewildered. “I can’t do that.”

“You can and you did Sugar.” Sy informs you. “And it was hot as hell. Just look at Walters' face. You he’s drenched baby.”

You look between your legs to find Walt grinning from ear to ear, beard clearly covered in your essence. “Worth the change of clothes.” He kisses your thigh and pulls himself back. “Why don't you cuddle Sy for a bit while I clean up and redress you. We’re almost back at the motel.”

“Kiss first.” You pout. He obliges your request and lets you taste yourself on his lips. He takes off his damp shirt, using it to remove the wetness from your skin, before ripping your thong off your body and tossing it up to Curtis.

"Hips up." He pulls your jeans back in place, zipping and buttoning you back up. Reaching into the back he grabs a shirt from the emergency duffle you keep on hand and quickly shoves it over his head as Curtis pulls in next to the Impala.

You all exit the vehicle, Walter making a show of wiping off his mouth and beard before he places a kiss behind your ear. "Thanks for the snack Sunshine."

Dean stares on, curious as to the reason for the shirt change when he spots Curtis putting something in his pocket and Sy readjusting his belt. Clearly something went down in the 8 minutes it took to get here. 

"Y'all get debriefed?" Sy asks Clark.

"We did. Now we just need to formulate a plan."

You all decided that splitting up was best. One group to distract. One to salt and burn. You, Curtis, Dean and Mikey were left to play hide and seek with the scorned female ghost, looking to avenge the life stolen from her by her fiance and best friend. While Clark, Sy, Walter and Sam were off to search the grounds for her makeshift grave marker and finally set her free.  

The thought was to lure her out with you and Curtis as bait. So there you were, making out on a dilapidated couch like a pair of horny teenagers when the temperature significantly drops. You can see your breath before as you sit up further on his lap.

You watch Curtis’ eyes track something behind you and still yourself. The next thing you know, you’re sailing through the air and slamming against a wall. You resonate the sound of your head connecting on impact before the world goes black.

Upon hearing Curtis’ bellow of rage Dean runs into the room just in time to see the ghost dematerialize from his strike. He searches the room for your smiling face, only to find you lying prone against the wall, blood oozing from a cut on your head. 

He is instantly overwhelmed by the feelings seeing you hurt has pushed further to the surface. He’s thinking crazy things, like what if he still has a chance at a life with you. Could he keep this life on the road and have you as a home to return to? Knowing you were being taken care of and loved when he was away. Sharing you would be better than never having you in his life again. He’s lived that once. He doesn't want to again. But those are questions for another day. Wishful thinking at best.

Right now the most important thing is to set this ghost free and get you the hell out of here. At that thought the specter rematerializes near your body, ready to finish the job. “Hey Bitch!” He shouts, shooting her full of rock salt as Curtis creates a salt barrier around your body.

Mikey rushes into the room, getting cut off by the ghost appearing once more. “Shit!”

Dean pumps the shotgun, readying to take the shot when the apparition lets out a shriek and bursts into flame.

“What the hell happened man?” Mike ponders as Curtis scoops up your limp body into his arms with care.

“The bait was too good.” He grits out. “Ghost tossed her like a rag doll, within moments of appearing. She never stood a chance.”

“Fuuuuuck! My uncle is gonna wring my neck.” He whines. 

“I swear to God, Mikey, if she doesn’t wake up, you’re Uncle is the least of your worries. Anything he does to you, will pale in comparison to the depths of darkness I will go to avenge her.” Curtis threatens.

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My personal Realistic Simon “Ghost” Riley headcanons (remake)

To be honest, it’s been a while since I’ve posted my own content on Tumblr. I think I might’ve mischaracterized Simon a little bit at least in my opinion, so here is a remake of my realistic, Simon “ghost” Riley head cannons. (Not proof read and was written at the peak of dawn with 0 sleep, mistakes or ramblimg will be adjusted and fixed later)

Trigger warnings: mentions of disordered eating, mental illness, brief mention of childhood abuse, small mention of gore.

Simon ghost, Riley is an internal person who struggles with bottling up his emotions, he doesn’t often allow himself to be vulnerable around other people but he has exceptions. them being Gary “Roach” Sanderson and Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. The two people he is closest to and loves dearly.

Simon often has panic attacks and flashbacks of his childhood trauma. whenever he’s doing something casual or he’s out in the field something, anything can remind him of his experiences both in and out of the military.

Simon doesn’t often look at himself in mirrors. he doesn’t think he’s ugly, as he is very confident in his appearance, but occasionally he will find himself feeling insecure about the scars that he has gotten from his past and time in the military.

Simon has insomnia, so he sometimes tends to struggle with falling asleep, or even staying asleep. He has many methods of getting himself to sleep when it’s needed. Often using tactics he’s learned in his time of service.

Simon is extremely trusting of his teammates going as far as removing his skull balaclava around them often. He likes wearing it as the balaclava provides a sense of safety and security. He has facial scars, but Simon wears it to remain anonymous.

He likes appearing tough and strong, but in reality, he is gentle and compassionate outside of his job. He often tends to display this towards his teammates and loved ones. Those who know him would describe Simon as a “giant teddy bear”. Simon is in no way afraid to cry but prefers to cry by himself, rather than others witnessing it.

He often considers ghosts his persona, a split personality of sorts that he displays on the job seeming quick-witted and calculating. Simon likes to crack, dark jokes with his teammates for fun and has a dad’s sense of humor.

Simon is very vocal and honest about his boundaries and will not hesitate to tell someone off if they’re crossed or ignored.

Simon has a long history of mental illness. Some were hereditary and others gained from his rough childhood. Including PTSD, Depressive episodes, anxiety, paranoia ETC.

He fears losing people he cares about which stems from the abuse he endured as a child. It sometimes makes him come off as harsh and overprotective to his teammates. Simon is clean yet at the same time tends to forget to care for or prioritize himself and his needs. He even engaged in behaviors of self-harm whether it was cutting, scratching, self-sabotage, or even something as simple as overly hot showers. He often finds himself looking after others in some way. On the bright side uses his love for the job and team as a motivation when things get tough again. He is in no way healed but he’s wise enough to know better than to let mental illness dictate his life.

Simon has a bad habit of chewing his nails and picking at scars. He’s very internal with his anxiety and even when he has panic attacks, he tries his best to avoid his team noticing for fear of worrying them. He often wishes that he had a normal, happy childhood, and never experienced the pain of being hung by the Ribs. The wound never fully healed because he kept tearing and reopening it the memories haunting him to the core.

Simon both hates and loves physical touch, he is touch-starved even. Allowing physical touch only to those he’s close to. He gets overstimulated at times, when that happens, he enjoys words of affirmation or small shoulder pads. (Price pats him like a father whose afraid Simon will maul his hand off) he honestly enjoys the contrast of his team and their love languages.

[threadsun]

Ok, here is the entire intro fic in one piece, enjoy!

You still can’t fucking believe you’re doing this, how did you get here again? Oh, right, the letter. Not a letter in your mailbox, or even under the front door, no, that would make too much sense. This letter was tucked safely under your pillow next to a concerningly sticky spot right next to your head. The letter was about your dad, he had recently passed and he left you his house and his whole ass cult in his will. No, really, in the will it says “and my whole ass cult” Apparently your father had a sense of humor

Your mother warned you not to go, urging you to come with her to flee the country, but something about this was too insane to not delve into. You also felt bad for all those poor people your father must have tricked, people don’t just decide to move to a commune because they’re in a good place in life, maybe you could help them out, change some lives. Or maybe the thought of having a whole town under your control sounded just a little too good to pass up. Either way, you packed everything important in a few bags and suitcases and plugged the address into your GPS

It was a few hours drive, and your car was making some concerning noises an hour or so out, but you pressed on, hoping this little town had a mechanic. You manage to get your car to pull through just long enough to get you into town and into a gas station parking space. You noticed the gas station had clearly seen better days, not because it was dirty at all, but because of how old it looked, the pumps didn’t even have card readers on them

While looking around, wondering just what you should do next, you read the sign of the shop right next door “Jo’s Repair Shop” You guessed it was common sense to have a repair shop right next to a gas station. As you walk over you spot a guy on his smoke break, you’d hate to bother him but you did need your car looked at. Yep, that’s it, that's the only reason, it’s not just your excuse to talk to the handsome stranger, definitely not, that would be silly. Oh wow, he’s built like a brick house, can you even talk to this guy? Oh, fuck he’s looking at you, quick, just don’t be weird

“Howdy” Howdy? Your one job was to be normal and you open with Howdy??? Wait, he laughed, god he sounds nice, at least he thinks you’re funny instead of stupid. You ask that after his break he looks at your car because of the noise it keeps making “Oh, that was your car? I thought someone was killing a dog out here” He chuckles and you can’t help but feel a bit flustered, you can’t tell if the feeling comes from having made that noise on the road for about an hour now, or because of how nice his voice was to listen to

He tells you it’s no trouble and puts out his cig, saying “I really need to quit anyhow” before letting you lead the way to your car. He gives your car a good once over before looking back at you “Well, I’ll be honest with you, it’s a miracle you got this far, doll. Your breaks are shot and your engine almost looks like it’s been cut with something. Sorry to say, but I don’t think I can get her up and running again, at least not cheaper than just buying a new car”

Great, just great, moving into a new town with no car, awesome. You sigh and thank him for the trouble, asking how much he wanted for the once over. He tilts his head “How much? I just looked at it, doll you don’t gotta pay me anything” …Doll? Doll??? Is this man trying to kill you? It didn’t register the first time he said it but it sure is now. You stutter out a thank you and ask how far out the founder’s house is “Oh…uh, from here it’s about a mile, but there’s not much of a reason to go. The founder died about a week ago” His eyes glaze over as he speaks, like he’s not even here. You tell him you know about your father’s recent passing, and apologize for bringing it up, saying he clearly meant more to him than he ever did to you

Joseph takes a moment, you can almost hear him trying to grind the rust off the gears in his head “Wait, father, like…like he’s your dad? Or was, I guess, but you’re-you…you’re the founder’s kid?” You have to stifle a laugh before confirming that yes, your dad was indeed your dad “...Holy shit-uh, sorry, I shouldn’t cuss in front of you, unless you want me to? God, you saw me smoke” He runs his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down “Sorry, let’s start over. I’m Joseph, it’s an honor to meet you, your grace”

You’re a little taken aback by his shift in tone but also a bit flattered. You tell him your name and that it’s nice to meet him as well, not missing the small shudder that runs through him when you say his name. He quietly says your name, testing how it feels on his tongue, the way he looks at you when he says it sends up to your cheeks “Well since you’re moving in you probably have quite a bit in your trunk, so we’ll need someone to move it. I mean, I don’t have a doubt everyone in town would pitch in to help you out but you look a little overwhelmed already”

You nod, you’ve only been here for about fifteen-thirty minutes and you’re already a bit shaken, the long drive here probably wasn’t helping things “Hm, why don’t I take you over to Laurent’s place? The actual restaurant is closed because Jean broke his arm but the bakery and frozen section are still open. We’ll get some food in you and I’ll talk to Berry about bringing his car over to haul your stuff” You agree, thanking him for all the trouble, he just laughs, and you can’t help be notice just how fake his other one’s sounded in comparison “If this is trouble I’d love to see what you think doing someone a favor is. Now come on, let’s get you something to eat” You make sure to lock your car before walking off with your new acquaintance, still nervous but excited to see where today will take you

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The bell above the restaurant’s door rings as Joseph holds it open for you, the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread and something sweet surrounding you as you walk in. It’s a quaint little restaurant, more the size of a cafe than anything. A few booths and tables are scattered about in an area off to the side from the main counter, above which are prices for various frozen treats, and below are display cases for baked goods

Behind the counter is a very… normal-looking man. You don’t mean that as an insult it’s just the best way you can describe him at first glance, besides being ginger “Hey, Berry, someone sick or something? You usually don’t run the counter” The man behind the counter, who you now know as Berry, just shrugs “I thought I’d take Mariah’s shift, something told me today would be rather interesting. Who’s this?” As he looks at you you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, you swear you’ve heard his voice before

“Oh, right, Berry this is the founder’s child” The way his eyes widen almost looks practiced “Really? Well, welcome to Laurent’s Place. Would you like some froyo? I’ve actually been working on a new flavor just for you” You try to decline his offer as politely as you can, saying you’d prefer something warm. Berry pouts at this “Oh, well maybe next time. As for warm foods, I’m afraid Jean’s still in his cast after the scene at the funeral. I’ll talk to Rory about making something, I’m sure he wouldn't mind if it’s for you” You could swear his smile got a bit wider when he talked about whatever incident left one of the chefs in a cast, but you shake it off, there’s no way, right?

Berry exits through a door to what you can only assume would be a kitchen as Joseph walks you to one of the empty tables “...So, I know you haven’t been here long, but do you like what you’ve seen so far? The town, I mean, you know I-I wasn’t talking about me or anything, just, um, yeah” Poor guy, you can tell he’s nervous, his blush starting to spread to his ears at his clunky attempt at small talk

You give him a reassuring smile and say everything you’ve seen so far has been great, the people too. His smile is so wide, it’s like he just can’t contain how happy he is. He looks away bashfully and you notice just how small he looks like this, just how cute he is burying as much of his face as he can in the hand he’s propped up on the table. You didn’t have long to admire his blush, his face paling as he saw Berry bringing you food over

“Here you are! Hope you like them” Berry sets a stack of pancakes on the table, made exactly how you like them. It’s almost scary how perfect they look, and taste you find out as you take an experimental bite. You thank Berry and give your compliments to the chef “Of course, I’ll let him know” Berry turns to leave before Joseph stops him “Actually, I know you’re busy today but their car broke down and I was hoping you’d help haul their stuff to the founder’s house, or, old house, I guess”

Berry’s eyes light up at this “Of course, anything for the child of prophecy. I’ll get on that right now” Joseph stands up a bit too quickly “I’ll come too! I mean, you know, cuz I know where their car is” You only now realize how pale Jo’s face gets while talking to Berry, how tense he seems. You tell the two that you’ll need a minute to finish your food “Oh, don’t worry, we can handle it just fine. You just relax here while we go move your things, we won’t look into anything, promise” The way Berry says it is almost sarcastic, like he’s just waiting for you to call him out on it. You just nod and thank them for the help

Berry sticks his head in the back and yells something before leaving with Joseph to move your things for you…to move your things for you. Wait, why the fuck would you ever agree to that? This is nuts, you don’t fucking know these people why do you just keep saying yes to them??? Because they’re hot. Yeah, ok, what’s a good reason you keep saying yes? … Yeah, that’s what you thought. God damn it, at least the pancakes are good, a bit salty but it’s a welcome addition to be sure

Everything just keeps happening, it’s a little hard to keep up. Most of your day has been on the road in your own little world, only stopping once or twice for gas and bathroom breaks. While this all sounded new and existing on paper it’s a little terrifying in practice, you’re already getting a little homesick, though the pancakes do taste like the ones your mom made for you. Yeah, your mom’s awesome, you wish there was just one familiar face around here. As you’re about halfway done with your stack the front door rings

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You hear the front door ring as another customer walks in and orders their “usual” from who you can only assume to be…oh fuck, what did Berry say their name was? Tori? No, damn, this is a small town you have to get better at names. Before you can ponder what truly is in a name you hear the customer walking towards you. They look familiar, but you can’t quite place why. They seem to be just following their routine as they sit down in the booth across from you, not even looking up to see if it was taken

You just sit there a moment before clearing your throat in an attempt to get their attention “Hm? Oh, oh gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t even looking, I just always sit here to wait, I’m so sorry” You tell them it’s fine, asking them if the Monday fog is still hanging around. A nervous laugh escapes them “Y-Yeah, you know how it is, um…oh, shit. I’m so sorry, but I can’t seem to remember your name” You explain how you don’t think you’ve ever met before and tell them your name

Their eyes go wide and they clutch their chest, you think something’s wrong until they start fumbling inside their shirt and pull out a necklace. That necklace, holy shit, the necklace, the red hair, the freckles, that cute little stutter, it’s Ian! Words begin to fly out of your mouth at record pace, asking how he’s been, what he’s been up to, if his mom’s still a bitch, and apologizing for not recognizing him sooner. Ian just sits there, his mouth opening and closing, as if trying to say something but nothing comes out

Then he starts to cry, he tries to keep it in but fails miserably, he never could hold his tears back. You get up and move to his side of the booth, rubbing his back like you always did when he was upset, and just like back then he wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your shoulder. You let him cry it out for a while until he calms down “You…you don’t hate me?” He croaks out. You explain to him that you’ve never hated him, and that it would be a little silly for little you to ask him out if you did. He laughs, sounding relieved “Ye-yeah, I guess so, huh? But…if you didn’t hate me, why did you leave?”

You explain that you’re not really sure why you had to leave, all you remember is your mom putting you into the car when it was dark and driving as fast as she could. Ian’s eyes darken slightly “Oh…so it’s her fault. Huh, well, at least you’re back now. Oh, sorry!” His hands recoil from your waist, almost as if the touch had burned him, and he straightens up “Sor-sorry, I wasn’t, it’s just that, it-it’s been so long, I just-” You cut him off and tell him it’s fine, remembering that he will just keep going until you stop him

“Right, um, well here, let me pay for your food. It’s the least I could do” You go to decline when you hear “Ian, your order’s ready” You stand up to let him out of the booth to grab his box of donuts “Um, hey, are you sticking around for a while? I-I’d love to keep talking but I have to get these back to set, and get my makeup on again, why does Shaun keep making his monsters covered in fur? Uh, do you think we can talk again?” You tell him you’re here to stay and you’d love to catch up sometime “Really? Awesome! Well, I need to go but I’ll see you later, bye!” The poor guy nearly slams into the door from his excitement before turning around and pushing it open with his back

You smile to yourself as you eat, reminiscing on just how much has changed, and just how much really hasn’t. Ian’s still a bit of a mess, and everything still looks pretty old, except this restaurant which looks pretty modern all things considered. You always thought your little kindergarten boyfriend was lost to time, but there he was, a full-grown man now. Wait, was Ian a man? Looking back on things he had some solid egg vibes, oh fuck you didn’t even ask for his pronouns, their pronouns? Oh damn it, have you been assuming people's genders this whole time? When did all your pancakes end up in your stomach? How long have you been looking at this empty plate?!

Ok, ok, fuck, no, you’re ok, everyone’s fine, nobody died. Just take a deep breath in…and out. Ok, you’ll just ask them for their pronouns later, you’re usually good about this, maybe how old everything looks is making you assume shit? Who knows, either way, you need to pay for those delicious pancakes so you get up and head over to the counter. There’s a register so it’s probably safe to assume this is where you pay, and you are a bit curious as to who apparently made your pancakes. After a moment someone in a similar uniform to Berry’s walks out of the door that leads to the kitchen, a basket of fresh rolls in their arms “Sorry for the wait, I couldn’t let these babies burn”

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The chef (baker?) puts the rolls in their spot and straightens back up to look at you “Can I help you?” Now that you can see their face properly you notice they’re wearing face paint of some kind, must be good stuff too, it’s such a bright pink but it doesn’t look cakey at all, ironic for a baker “Are you gonna order something or are you just going to stare at me?” You snap out of your little trance, apologizing for staring and asking how much for the pancakes

they tilt their head in confusion “Uh, unless I made another stack in my sleep Ian just paid for them, you don’t owe me anything” You feel your face get hot, both from how awkward this interaction was getting and the fact that you let them pay for you like that. You ask how much it was so you can pay Ian back later. Rory chuckles at this “Don’t worry, they were about five bucks, nothing to sweat over. Besides, Ian’s loaded nowadays, but if you are gonna have a heart attack over it could you do it outside? I really don’t feel like getting the mop out”

You chuckle, appreciating their attempt to lighten the mood. You tell them you’ll make sure to reschedule your heart attack for a later date and ask for their name “Damn, you really are new, huh? I’m Rory, Rory Rainberry, pleasure to meet you…?” You tell them your name, and then tell them your full name to mimic them “Huh, so it really is you. Everyone was talking about how you were gonna come back after the founder died but I was a bit skeptical. Glad to have you here though, you seem alright, as long as you give all this your best shot I’m sure you’ll do fine”

You can feel a bit of weight come off your shoulders as they speak, the way they talk making it seem like they’re an old friend rather than some stranger. You thank them for the assurance, telling them that today’s already been a bit of a whirlwind and you’ve only just gotten here “Yeah, that’s how folks here can be. A word of advice? Don’t be afraid to say no, you’re the boss now and everyone wants a piece of you, but they would never go against direct orders, especially if you can get Bo back in shape”

You ask who Bo is “The founder’s guard dog, poor thing’s been wasting away ever since he passed. Don’t be fooled when you see him though, at peak strength he can break through bone, just ask Jean'' Your eyes widen, Berry had mentioned someone in a cast but you just assumed they fell or something, a bit of a silly thought looking back on it but being around that guy was making your fight or flight go off a bit more than usual so you think it’s fair that you weren’t really pondering it before. You ask if this Jean is ok “Oh, yeah, he’s still in the cast but he’s back to doing shoots. Won’t be in the kitchen for a while which has its ups and downs''

You ask how so “Well, up side, I don’t have to deal with him telling me what to do. He’s an alright guy but man is he bossy in the kitchen. The downside is now Berry’s coming to me to pick up the slack, but up side to the down side, he does keep giving me free froyo” You ask him what flavor is his favorite “Oh, well you can’t get it. It’s a special flavor he saves for employees, says he puts his “secret sauce” into it, whatever that means'' You get an odd feeling from the phrase “Berry’s secret sauce” but choose to brush it off for now

You’re about to ask them another question when the front door rings, it’s only now that you realize you’ve been keeping Rory from actually doing their job, though something tells you they don’t mind. You turn to see who walked in only to be met with possibly the largest chest you’ve ever seen, you hear a chuckle and look up to see its source. They’re big, like, Joseph big, how many hulks does this town have? You stutter out an apology and step to the side, telling them you weren’t ordering anything

“Oh, you’re fine, I completely understand. It’s hard not to get roped into conversation with Rory” The way they say Rory sends a shiver down your spine, you can only imagine what it does to them. Well, no, you can see the puddle Rory’s melted into clear as day. Where a confident slightly sassy guy once stood is now a blushing mess. Rory takes a strand of hair between their fingers and starts to twirl it “Hi” You don’t think you’ve ever heard a word filled with more puppy love in your life

The large person leans over the counter and gives Rory a quick kiss, melting the last little bit of composure they had “I’m going to go visit Jean, he just got back from getting his cast readjusted and I thought I’d get him some coffee cake. Wanna come? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you” Rory opens their mouth to respond before their face falls. They sigh “No, I’m the only one here right now and if I close early again Berry might actually kill me” The stranger presses on, kissing Rory’s cheek “Come on, you know I’d never let anyone hurt you” Rory giggles, the kiss on their cheek tilting their head towards you

You suddenly realize that you’ve just been staring at this couple for some time now and you can feel your face getting hot again. You internally smack yourself for just gawking at these two but Rory doesn’t look offended, if anything they look pleased with themself, maybe even enjoying your voyeurism. No, that’s stupid, they’re probably just laughing at you in their head. Why is everyone in this town so hot?

“Oh, what if you take them with you? Jean’s been talking about seeing them again since forever” The stranger looks over to you, giving you a once over “...Who is that?” Rory giggles again “That’s the founder’s kid” The stranger’s eyes widen “Oh, golly, forgive me your grace, I’ve never seen a description of what you look like” You tell them it’s fine and that you look pretty different from what you did all those years ago anyhow “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Sunny Day Jack, but everyone just calls me Jack” You tell them that it’s nice to meet them and give them your name

Rory reaches down into the display case and puts a few pieces of coffee cake into a bag and hands it to Jack, giving them a kiss on the cheek “As much as I’d love you to stay you shouldn’t keep Jean waiting, you know how fussy he gets. I’ll meet up with you after my shift, ok?” Jack leans down and gives Rory a proper kiss, melting them all over again “Alright, can’t wait sunshine. Your grace, would you like to join me?” You nod, unsure of what else to do with your time, and a bit curious about this Jean guy. You swear you remember that name but you can’t quite put a face to it. Jack holds the door for you and you two start to walk to Jean’s house “So, what’s your favorite color?”

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Favorite color? You can’t help but ask them why that’s the first question they ask you “Someone’s favorite color can say a lot about them, and it’s something most people know off the top of their head. It also probably comes from how many kids I meet” You tell them you were wondering why they were so colorful “Oh, well that’s because I’m literally a clown. Though I guess all my bright colors do make me look like I’m from a cartoon, huh?” You two chuckle and you agree with them, saying that they’d make a great action figure

Jack laughs at this “Aww, you’re too kind, I’ll let you know if our merch team ever makes one. I’d love to see you play with me” A shiver runs up your spine as their voice dips into something lower, seductive even, before snapping back to his original tone “How’d you like Rory? He’s pretty great, right?” The tone shift makes your head spin for a second before responding, agreeing that Rory is nice to talk to “Yeah, he’s really sweet when you get to know him, he’d make a great harem member if I might be so bold” You chuckle and ask if he has a harem “Huh? Oh…you don’t know much about what leading the cult entails do you?”

Your face falls, that familiar feeling of anxiety pooling in your stomach. You ask him what he’s talking about “Well, there are a lot of things the leader is expected to do but one thing you’ll have to establish is who gets to be in your harem. People will flock to you once they all know you’re here and all of them want to please you. The harem is a system that makes sure people don’t do something stupid like try to have sex with you in public” You laugh, they don’t

You look at him for a moment before asking if he’s serious “Oh yeah, it was a real problem before the founder established his. If you’re still unsure who you’d like to be in it by week's end just pick someone you’re friends with to hold them off. Though make sure you tell them they’re just there because they're your friend, don’t wanna kill anyone now, do we?” even though you’re both outside in the afternoon sun you feel ice cold, you’d expected weird shit, it is a cult after all, but this is just something else. You can’t even tell if they’re kidding about your rejection killing someone, the way he says it is so flat, like they’re telling you the sky is blue or fire is hot

You tell them you’ll keep it in mind and you start to look around as you try to think of another conversation topic. As you do you notice all the houses look nearly identical, not an uncommon occurrence in neighborhoods to be sure, but it’s more than a little uncanny. Every now and again you see a group of children playing after school, all of them wave at Jack as you pass by. You remember them saying that they talked to a lot of kids and decide to ask them about it

“Oh, I’m the elementary teacher! Though I also do counseling for the older kids. It can be rough going through life alone, I just wanna be there them” It’s only when their voice drops do you realize they’ve been performing this whole time. Their voice has been light, almost bubbly all this time, but in that moment they sound so down to earth, like they really care about these kids. You can’t help but smile

“Oh, here we are!” Their voice regains its bouncy quality as he walks down someone’s driveway “Now, I’ll make sure to tell him who you are but don’t be surprised if he gives you a bit of a death glare when he sees you. Jean’s never been fond of newcomers” You thank them as they knock on Jean’s front door. It takes a minute but eventually the door opens, the man inside looks a bit awkward, having to cross his left arm over to open it. He gives you your warned death glare before it turns to something more confused “Hey Jean, I thought I’d bring you some coffee cake after your readjustment. This is-” Jean’s eyes widen and before they can get it out, Jean says your name

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You finally piece it together, Jean, spoiled bitch Jean. He was always nice to you but it was never really personal, like he didn’t really know what having friends meant. You greet him by name, commenting on how tall he’s gotten. Jean chuckles and welcomes you both in, as you walk inside your mouth starts to water at the smell coming from what you assume to be his kitchen. He holds out his left arm and you go in for a slightly awkward side hug

“It’s so good to finally see you again, how have you been?” You tell him you’ve been good and that it’s nice to see him too. Man, Jean has really changed from when you were kids. Where Ian still has a bit of a baby face Jean looks almost like he was sculpted. Sculpted? Really? One of the first things you point out is how hot your old friend is? Maybe a harem wouldn’t be too bad for you, when was the last time you got laid- “Your grace?” Jack places their hand on your shoulder and you snap out of your little daze

You shake your head slightly and apologize for staring, Jean simply chuckles “Oh, you’re fine. Please, sit” He gestures to his couch, the upholstery having a few claw marks on the armrests but otherwise looking rather new. As you sit down you hear a chirping sound from under the couch. A ball of white fur crawls from underneath the couch before hopping into your lap. Jean opens his mouth but then shuts it, seemingly mulling something over “Uh- Princess, get off there, you’re getting your hair all over them” You laugh and say it’s fine, your hand petting her soft fur

After a second Jean’s eyes widen “Oh, Jack, didn’t you and Shaun have that meeting today?” Jack almost flinches “Oh, shoot, that was today? I better get going then, uh, here’s the coffee cake, goodbye your grace” Jack sets the bag of coffee cake onto Jean’s side table before giving you a small bow. Once Jack leaves Jean closes the door with his back and sits next to you on the couch. You ask for the cat’s name “Huh? Oh, uh, Princess, I said it earlier, remember?” You tell him you remember his folks not letting him have a cat and that once he got one he probably named it out of spite, so, what’s its name? “...I just call her Fucker” You knew it!

Jean laughs “I guess you did, you were always the smart one” He goes to touch your hand but Fucker bats it away before rolling onto her back and purring in your lap. Jean’s face goes from serene to pissed to something bashful all within a few seconds. He sighs “You always did have a way with animals” You thank him, actually, while you’re at it you ask him if he’s still cool with he/him stuff “Yeah, do you go by anything different now?” You tell him your pronouns “Alright, I’ll make sure to pass it on” His tone is full of confidence before seemingly remembering something “I-I mean, if you want me to”

The way he just talked sounded so much like Ian that you could swear he’s making fun of them, but he’s not making any faces or anything so it comes off as oddly genuine. Maybe they hang out now? A lot of time has passed, surely Jean’s bullying has toned down to some extent. You tell Jean there’s actually something you wanted to ask him “Oh? Well, whatever it is I don’t judge. You can tell me anything”

Jean leans forward slightly, looking up at you through batting eyelashes. You tell him that you remember his family being pretty close with your dad and ask if he can tell you anything about what running this place actually means. Jean’s face falls for just a moment before perking up again “Of course I can, I was one of the people closest to the founder before he died, what would you like to know?” You ask about your every day, if there’s a schedule you have to follow

“There’s no strict schedule except for the weekly sermons and any speeches or appearances you have to make” You ask what the sermons are like “A bit bloody if we find a decenter but other than that it’s just us praising your name. Except for the ones at the start of the month, that’s when the founder would make predictions of what would happen during that month” You can feel the blood start to drain from your face. You ask what happens when the predictions are wrong, Jean looks at you like you’ve just admitted to liking pineapple on pizza “They aren’t? They are predictions from our god, they are never wrong. If you’re worried about it, don’t be. You’re our god taken human form, I’m sure your predictions will be the best yet”

You feel like someone just ran up to you and punched you square in the diaphragm, knocking all the wind out of you. Fucker decides you’re not petting her good enough and starts rubbing her face on your shaking hand. You ask what he’s talking about, Jean sighs “That awful woman didn’t tell you anything, did she?” He takes one of your hands in his good one, he starts by saying your name “You are our god incarnate, the one who will raise us from the dark times after our founder fell. You are our future”

It feels like the whole world is slowly spinning around you, your brain desperately trying to make sense of all of this. You can feel your panic start to bubble to the surface, starting in your chest and spreading. You can feel it crawl down your arms and legs and you don’t know where you’re gonna go but you can’t be here-...He’s petting you. The long delicate fingers of Jean’s left hand weave into your hair to scratch your scalp “It’s ok, you’re ok, everything is going to be just fine” He gently places his hand on your left shoulder, moving you to rest your head on his chest

You feel yourself melt slightly, enough of your stiffness leaving you for you to wrap your arms around him “I want you to focus on my voice, ok? It’s just us here, you don’t have to worry about any of that right now. Can you tell me something you can smell” You tell him his cologne, a deep cinnamon mixed with some kind of wood. You can smell the faintest whisper of smoke on him too, it’s nice, complementing his cologne. You also pick back up on the smell from the kitchen, now that you’re focusing on it you can tell it’s some kind of roasted chicken. You breathe out a small laugh as you realize your mouth is watering

“Good, very good. You’re doing such a good job for me” Something about his praise mixed with him petting you like this makes you feel warm. It’s not like the fiery heat of embarrassment you felt earlier in the day, it’s softer, it feels nice, almost too nice. His hand moves down to your back, slowly rubbing up and down, you’re reminded of how you did this for Ian back at the restaurant, did it feel this good for him too? You hardly even know Jean but something about him feels so safe, so familiar in all this chaos. A small chuckle escapes you as Fucker butts her head against your leg, clearly miffed you’re not giving her all your attention

“There you go, just relax into me. You’re so cute like this” His hand slides up a bit higher than before, his thumb brushing the base of your neck. Now that he’s made you focus in on your senses everything just feels so much…bigger than it did a few minutes ago “You know, if you’re this worried about doing a good job, I could help you. Like I said, I was really close with your dad. I could be really close to you too” He leans his head down just a bit, his lips brushing over your ear making you shiver “Or maybe even closer” Jean’s hand moves to your cheek, cupping your face gently. He tilts his head, you can feel his hot breath on your lips and-DING DONG

Both of you damn near jump out of your skin as the doorbell rings. Jean looks to the door, to you, and back to the door. He lets out a groan as he gets up to answer it. He just stands there, knob in hand, for a second to collect himself before opening it “How can I-...oh, it’s you” A deep voice comes from beyond the doorway “It’s meeee!” Jean huffs “What are you doing here? Don’t you have some murder fest to be filming?” The voice chuckles “Well, I did, but then Jack came and told me he was sorry for being late for our meeting that starts a week from now. And after he told me their grace was left here all alone with you? How could not come pay you a visit?”

Jean looks back over to you before trying to close the door, the person from outside easily keeping it open “This is my house, Shaun you can’t just barge in here like this!” Shaun steps inside so you can now properly see how massive they are. They’re not as tall as Jack or Joseph but they seem a bit wider? Not chubby, just wider, maybe it’s bone structure? Maybe it’s Maybelline. Oh shut the fuck up

“Listen, we’re allowed to do whatever is needed if there’s an emergency our leader needs to take care of remember? Or are you going to admit you had no good reason to take the founder away every time I wanted him to review my edits?” Jean stutters on his response “Hey, it’s not my fault the founder was such a good taste tester. What else was I supposed to do? Just feed the public food before it’s perfect? What kind of a man do you think I am Shaun?” Shaun laughs again, they have a good laugh, a deep warm belly laugh, even in this rather tense situation “I’d tell you, but I’d rather not use that kind of language around their grace, speaking of” Shaun turns to you “I wasn’t kidding earlier, there really is something you need to take care of. Mind coming with me your grace?”

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You shake your head, trying to get out of the weird headspace you were just in before agreeing. As you stand from the couch your legs feel like jelly, honestly your whole body feels a bit sluggish after your panic attack. Jean’s eyes fill with fear as you start to walk to Shaun “W-Wait! You can’t go yet, you, um, you haven’t had any tea yet! If you just give me a second I’ll-” You tell Jean you’d love to stay but you can’t if there’s an emergency “Thank you your grace, at least someone here has there head screwed on right”

You’re almost out the door when you turn to say one last goodbye to Jean, he looks dazed, like he’s trying to remember which way is up. You go to ask him if he’s ok but Shaun takes your hand, leading you down the road to wherever this emergency is. You two run down the road for a minute or two before slowing down to a walk. You ask them why you’re slowing down “Well, there is an emergency but you’re gonna need Nick there with you to deal with him. So I figure, why rush? Nick won’t be on set for another fifteen” You ask them why you started running in the first place

“You think I was leaving you in that house? No way in hell. I mean, I’m sure you can handle yourself but new faces are Jean’s specialty. Any longer and I’m sure he’d have convinced you to add him to your harem” Why is everyone talking about your harem? You tell them Jean was just trying to help you after you started panicking “And what made you start panicking?” You were asking Jean questions when he told you were like actually a god and how you were super important and…oh, oh fuck

“Yeah, that’s Jean for ya. Damn snake, he’s got almost the whole town’s pity after his accident too. Don’t worry, anyone that actually knows him knows how fucking awful he is” You ask how many people actually know him, Shaun’s face falls “Not nearly enough” They clear their throat before attempting to lighten the mood “But that’s enough of that, how are you holding up? Today’s probably been a lot huh?” You sigh and agree, you’ve already met so many people, and you’re bound to meet so many more

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, most people around here are in bed by nine so everyone’s already starting to wind down for the day. People don’t fully know you’re here yet so you have until at least tomorrow before shit gets crazy” You ask him about the emergency “Oh, well, yeah ok things are gonna get a little crazy tonight but Bo is pretty low energy these days so…I mean that’s not a good thing, but he’ll be easier to manage”

You ask how Bo’s doing “Well, he’s still kicking, so there’s that” Is that really the best news about him? Shaun sighs “Yeah, poor guy, hasn’t eaten anything since the funeral” You ask how long ago that was “About a week now, Nick’s been able to get him to drink a bit of water but that’s about it” You ask how he’s still alive “The guy’s strong, even like that he’ll still growl at anyone who tries to enter the founder’s room that isn’t Nick. That’s why I’m not sending you in there without him”

You give Shaun your thanks and you two walk in silence until Shaun takes a turn off of the cobble road. You follow his lead and eventually you get to a small filming set over by the forest. Wait, film set, wasn’t- “Hey, Ian, I’m back!” “Oh thank god, Shaun I love you man but you can’t just leave me in charge like…oh” You greet Ian as he realizes you’re there “Uh, hi, hello, how-uh shit how are you?” You give a shrug and tell him you’re fine “Hey, how come you aren’t in costume yet?” Ian sighs “Sorry Shaun but as soon as you left Daniel damn near set the forest on fire with one of the props” “Again? I swear, that kid has got to get it together”

It’s fascinating to see Ian talk to Shaun like this, he’s so casual about it, so fluent. Who is this man and what has he done with your Ian? Wait, your Ian? Ah, shut up shut up! “Hey, thought I’d swing by early. Hope that’s cool”

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You turn to see, well, an e-boy. You don’t mean it in a rude way, that's just the best way you can describe this guy “Nick! Perfect timing, change of plans. I’ll get your opinion on my latest edit later. Do you think you could take their grace to see Bo?” Nick’s eyes light up when Shaun calls you your grace but they otherwise hold their cool expression “Of course, follow me your grace” Nick gives you a little bow before turning to leave “W-Wait, you’re already leaving?”

You turn back to tell Ian you have to go, but you’d love to hang out later “Yeah, and besides we gotta get you into costume if we wanna stay on schedule” Ian visibly relaxes a bit “Oh, ok, I’ll see you later then” You bid them farewell and head off to go see Bo. You two walk in silence for a while when you hear a clinking sound, it’s not metallic, it kinda sounds like if you knocked two pieces of porcelain together. The sound comes from Nick’s pocket and you ask him if that’s his fidget toy

“Hm? O-Oh, yeah…sorry” You tell them it’s fine, whatever helps you get through the day, huh? “Heh, yeah” …Cool, cool cool cool, this conversation is going great. You decide now’s a good a time as ever to ask their pronouns “He/him, you?” You tell him your pronouns “Cool, cool” Very cool, so cool, you’re so very cool right now and definitely not wondering if he hates you, that would be silly…Yeah, ok, this is a bit silly. You’re sure this guy thinks you’re fine, you’re just panicking again. Just breathe. Geez, how many anxiety attacks can a person have in a day? Why can’t that number be zero?

“Hey, are you alright?” You tell him you’re fine, just stressing out over…everything, you guess "Damn, god's relatable" That manages to get a laugh out of both of you "Sorry, I guess I just wasn't expecting that. It's cool though, nice to know I'm not the only nervous one" Wait, he’s nervous? Nick pauses for a second "...I'm seeing god for the first time since I was seven, yeah, I'm a little nervous" He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you guess it kind of is. These people think you’re a big deal, it would be weirder if they weren't nervous around you

You tell him that there's no reason to be nervous, you don't bite "Aw, I was looking forward to that" Nick slaps his hand over his mouth "I am…so sorry. I can't turn it off" You laugh and tell him you get it, saying you do stuff like that all the time “Right, thank you your grace, you’re too kind” You want to correct him and say that that’s the normal response but you don’t know if that’s safe. It’s gonna be your job to pretend to be god now, fuck, how are you even gonna do that? Ok, you can question that later, right now you need more info

You ask him about Bo "Oh, yeah, he drank some water yesterday. He's not doing great but I'm sure once he meets you he'll be on the mend. He just needs a new purpose, a new master, I'm sure of it" His reasoning is pretty good but he sounds more like he's trying to convince himself than you. You tell him you're sure he'll be fine, and that it sounds like he's been doing a great job taking care of him. Not everyone's strong enough to take care of a dog like that. You watch his face turn from as pale as porcelain to firetruck red "Huh…thank you your grace"

As you continue to walk your eyes are drawn by the giant fucking house in front of you. Holy shit "Yeah, it's pretty big, huh? You like it?" You shake off your surprise and tell him it's massive "Yeah, don't know how the founder lived there personally. All that space would drive me up the wall" …what?

That's your fucking house? Nick chuckles "What you and the house get up to is none of my business but I'd say so" you're pulled from your bewilderment when you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up "Well hey there, and here I was thinking you'd never show up" You turn to see Berry who is…right next to you? How did he "We managed to get everything inside but we couldn't bring it into your room with Bo in there"

You thank him and take a half step back to try and get him out of your bubble but he steps with you staying uncomfortably close. You try to look for anything that isn't Berry to focus on when you see Joseph leaned up against the house. You wave over to him to catch his attention, he seems to flinch at your acknowledgement and gives you a meek wave in return "Well it's a good thing you showed up when you did, that mutt probably would have keeled over by tomorrow if you didn't show up"

You hear the clinking of Nick's fidget toy getting louder but he doesn't say anything. You tell Berry Bo sounds like a strong dog and probably could have held out a little longer. You're not sure if you believe yourself on that one but Nick seems to relax as you say it "Huh, if you say so your grace" Nick starts walking towards the house and you follow him, thankful for the out "He might growl at you but as long as I'm here with you he won't bite" Nick opens one of the front doors for you, the heavy thunk it makes as it closes making you wonder if the damn thing was made of stone. You two walk up a flight of stairs and down a hallway before he stops in front of a door, your things neatly stacked next to it

"Ready?" As you'll ever be. Nick opens the door and his voice becomes a bit softer "Hey Bo, how are you feeling?" You hear a growl and then a voice? "Why is he here?" Is there someone in Bo's room? "Huh? Oh, Berry and Joseph were just delivering their grace’s things" You look past Nick to see someone lying on the bed, their voice is dull and hoarse "Their grace? They're here?" Nick opens the door fully and you finally see it, their ears and tail, their voice, the way you can see the bones in their face from here, Bo

He perks up as you say his name “Your grace?” You can tell his energy is low and yet he spends whatever he has left into wagging his tail for you. You have to walk to the other side of the bed to get a proper look at him, he looks sick, pale and boney where you’re sure he was once full of life. You greet him, telling him your name before extending your hand to him to sniff, you see his face drop as he does “Why…why do you smell like him?” You ask who “Berry, I mean, not all the time, but sometimes he smells like that in the mornings” You can feel the blood drain from your face, no, no no no, don’t be silly

You tell Bo you probably just use the same soap or something, does he not like it? “Wha? No I…If it’s yours I like it” It’s only once Nick reenters the room do you notice he ever left, man he’s quiet. You see he’s holding a stick of jerky and ask Bo if he could maybe take a few bites, for you? Nick smiles at you and hands you the jerky “Mhm, I-I can do that…I’ll be good” You hold the jerky up to him as he takes a few bites. You can feel Nick’s excitement radiating off of him as you let Bo eat from your hand. He’s slow, chewing each bite thoroughly before taking another, only eating a bit before he stops

“I’m sorry, I feel so full already” You tell him it’s ok, gently patting his head as you tell him he did such a good job for you. You smile as you hear his tail thumping on the bed behind him “Thank you your grace” You see him start to tear up “Please…don’t go” You cup his cheek with your hand and tell him you’re here to stay, which means he needs to get better for you, deal? He giggles “Deal”

I reread the whole thing and it's still so good!!

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I'm glad you're gonna vibe and maybe game. I'm attempting to do the same. It's going about as successful as it can be while dealing with cramps still lol I'm also back in my Sudoku phase and have been playing that today.

CoD thoughts; I know I'm biased cause I'm such a Simon Simp, but I love his humor. I'd never be able to keep a straight face when he gets in a mood to tell jokes. Like, yeah, there's the dark ones, but he also loves dad jokes or just stupid jokes in general. He'd also hate (love) you telling him stupid jokes back, just going tit for tat with him, much to Soap and Gaz's chagrin lmao. - 🐍

You’re so brave for being able to do sudoku because I look at it and my brain goes all jumbled 😵‍💫

But I totally agree I fucking love Ghost’s dumb dad jokes. They make me laugh like genuinely laughs because it’s just so funny and good to hear those types of jokes coming from someone like him. You could try to make jokes back but he’d out joke you so hard

The good thing about it tho is that at least the two of you got to enjoy yourselves while it happened.

Poor Soap and Gaz… it’s like torture to them