#Cackling and rubbing my hands together over this tbh

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Can we get Rumi and Jeanist testing out Hawks's tickle spots, please? Like, he's being annoying and what started as putting him in his place (Rumi) became legit experimentation (Jeans).

Oh this is hilarious! TBH I kinda forgot about the experimenting part when writing this- my bad! ( TwT)'* Besides that though- I hope you like it!

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@myreygn @thatbigbisexual @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt

“Question of the hour.” Hawks began, leaning back into his wings with a smirk. “How’s it feel to not be the number 2 hero?”

Mirko’s jaw twitched, red eyes sliding over to glare daggers at him as she carried on stretching. “Watch your mouth, tweety bird”

“Oh that wasn’t me. That was my hand. It’s saying: ‘Hawks is the best pro-hero ever. No one can beat him.’” He made an alligator mouth with his hand, flapping it with each word as he channeled his inner ventriloquist. “Can’t say he’s wrong, can we?”

“Sure- after I break it.” Mirko abandoned her stretches, cracking her knuckles as she turned a vicious grin onto the cheeky blonde. “While I’m at it- why don’t I rip off that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Rumi, Keigo.” Jeanist began, sounding incredibly tired. He didn’t know why he bothered- they always did this whenever they met up to train together. “Behave.”

“He started it.” Mirko pointed just as Hawks pointed back with a “She’s threatening me.”

“I don’t care how you solve it- just don’t kill each other. You two rub shoulders like wet denim rubs thighs.” Jeanist shuddered, visibly uncomfortable. “The chaffing is terrible.”

Hawks stuck his tongue out playfully as Mirko rolled her eyes, something warm in her expression. Then they were back at each other, playfully glaring as they sized the other up. 

“We're doing this, Big Bird?” Mirko grinned, rolling her neck.

“Bring it on, Bugs.” Hawks bounced on the balls of his feet, wings spreading.

There was a beat of silence. Then-

“Oh shi-” Hawks squawked when Mirko tackled him, sending them both into the dirt. Limbs flew and voices hollered as they wrestled in the grass, transforming from The Top 2nd and 5th into a pair of toddlers. Jeanist carried on mending his discarded coat, unable to fight down a smile as he listened to them play.

“Gotcha now, you wannabe rotisserie!”

“Who are you- EHEHE!”

Ah, there it was. Jeanist dared a peek over his shoulder, finding Mirko sitting on Hawk’s hips. Her fingers danced over his torso, digging into ribs and clawing at his belly. Hawks cackled beneath her, feet pounding on the ground and wings beating out a song of mercy as he squeaked and thrashed beneath her.

“AHehahahahhahahahha! Mihihihiihihrko, sthahahahahhahahahhaap!” Hawks cried, cheeks reddening as he arched away from her touch. “Dohohohoohohn’t tihiihihihihckle mehehehehehehehe!”

“Why not? You’re the Number 2 Hero.” She jeered focusing her attack on his lower ribs just to hear him squeal. “I thought no one could beat you? Come on- back up that claim! Defeat me, Number 2 hero!”

“Aheahhahahaha! I wihihihihihll! Pfft- nohohohoohoho doohohohohn’t!” Hawks went to stretch his wings out to get her, but as he did her hands shot forward, going for the backs of his ribs. “Nohohohohooht thehehehhehere!”

“Aww, how cute- big bird thinks he can tell me what to do!” Mirko grinned, her eyes meeting Jeanist across the way. “Jeanie, get over here! Help me flip him over.”

“Noohoohohoho! Jehehhahhahanaie hehehehelp mehehehehehehe!” Hawks pleaded, fighting for his life as Mirko tried turning him over. “Hehehehehheahhahhalp!”

“My my, it’s like picking between my favorite pair of jeans- how will I ever decide?” Jeanist walked over, rocking on his heels as he considered. “Oh the woes of having too many great choices.”

Then he dropped to his knees, sliding his fingers under Hawk’s back and scribbling along the back of his wings.

“AHEHAHHAHAHA JEAHHAHAHNIEST!” Hawks positively screamed. Flailing and twisting- he found himself unable to fight back as Mirko shoved him the rest of the way, pushing him on his face as her fingers found the other wing. Jeanist was still tickling, one hand scribbling into the wide spread of feathers while his other hand began to gently trace along the spots where the wing base met skin. “STAHHAHAHP NOT THEHEHEHHEHEHRE!”

“Oh ho, look at you! The Number 2 hero’s nothing more than a ticklish little boy!” Mirko cooed, sputtering when a wing smacked her in the face. “Oh you little-that’s it!” She pushed it down flat, leaning back with a massive breath. At the last second, Jeanist reached out to push feathers out of the way.

PFFFFFFFT!

Hawks made a whiney squeak before going silent, full body shuddering at the feeling. Then he was howling, shrieking with laughter as his body went limp beneath them. “MEHEHHEHEHERCY!!!!”

“Pfft- so cute. Alright, alright.” Mirko grinned, climbing off Hawks back and flopping down beside Jeanist. The winged hero immediately rolled away, floating into the air with his wings tucked as far back as they could go. “You’re so ticklish, Keigo!”

“Ahehehe…hehehe…thahaht was cheating! You can’t just raspberry my wings!” He tried to sound angry, but Mirko was giggling and Jeanist was hiding a smile in his hand and all his immediate irate faded as he flopped back, laughing just as much. “I hahahate you.”

“Love you too, big bird.” Mirko winked suddenly, jerking her chin to her left. Hawk’s eyes followed, a slow smile pulling on his lips.

“Shall we?”

“Shall we what?” Jeanist blinked, leaning away when Mirko turned her full attention to him, eyes dancing. “What are you-”

He never finished his thought. The next thing he knew, Mirko and Hawks were upon him, sending him backwards as fingers dug into his belly and sides. Jeanist made a squeak of protest before deep musical laughter filled the air, his protest barely heard over Mirko and Hawk’s jeering.

“Come on, Stitches! Give us a smile!”

Thanks for reading!

[bb-eilish]

Hello :), could you please do a Blackpink reaction to their fem s/o laying down on their butts

Sorry for my english

your english is perfect lol, i gotchu

blackpink x fem!reader

warnings; the word ass, fluff, gay, gay fluff ofc.

Jisoo;

Wouldn’t say anything, just enjoys being in your presence tbh.

You try your best to rub the sleep that’s starting to sting out of your eyes, it’s been a long day and you’ve just washed the makeup off of your face. You shut the light off and head into your bedroom changing into some random graphic t shirt and pajama pants.

Your eyes are hooded as you make you’re way into the living room, there lays your girlfriend, Jisoo, on your sectional, fast asleep. Her hair is splayed around her and you can’t help but to just..stare.

The tiredness is soon back and you shuffle towards her and decide to lay on her behind, it’s much more comfortable than you thought and your eyes grow heavy. Unknowing to you, Jisoo feels the weight of your head on her lower half but refuses to disturb you.

With both of your busy schedules you don’t get much time alone, and it was nice just being close to you. She shuts her eyes once more and the two of you drift to sleep.

Jennie;

would get blushy, she would also reach her hand down to tangle your fingers together.

Today was fun, you hung out with some friends, and went shopping with Jennie. It wasn’t very late yet so you decided to watch a movie with her, she begged you for some random rom com and you personally didn’t care very much as long as you watched it together.

She set up the snacks and everything only to fall asleep 30 minutes in, you eyed her face as you giggled softly. She was currently flat on her stomach and you couldn’t pass up the chance, pulling the thick blanket off of your lap- you lean down and rest your head on her behind, soon feeling her body vibrate with a sleepy giggle.

A smile cracks onto your face from the sound and she reaches her hand down, you know what she’s asking for so you comply, placing your hand into hers. The vibrating stops and you assume she’s asleep until she mutters a quiet, “I love you”.

Your cheeks warm at her words and you return them genuinely, “I love you too, Jen”

Rose;

Does it to you too, it becomes a regular thing between the both of you.

It was finally her off day and all she wanted to do was veg around with her girlfriend. You caught her laying on her stomach while watching something on her phone so you did the only logical thing you could think of and used her ass as a pillow.

Rose erupts into laughter but let’s you rest on her nonetheless. Her hand reaches down to thread through your hair and your heart swoons. Her hand is left rubbing your hair with her thumb gently as you both bask in each other’s presence.

Then the day comes to an end and the sun sets, she spots you hop into bed, laying on your stomach. An idea pops into her mind and she’s soon mirroring your actions from earlier; laying on your ass, she can’t keep her laughter down as you cackle at her. The next morning you wake up to her still laying on your ass so you take the chance to admire her, she’ll never live this down ,though. This ,by far, is the cutest thing you’ve woken up to.

Soon this becomes a regular thing you guys do whenever you’re able.

Lisa;

complains but absolutely loves it.

You two are currently in the dance room she uses the most, your butt is honestly starting to become numb as you sit on the hard floor.

“I need a break, oh my god” Lisa pants from in front of you-wiping her forehead with the backing of her left hand. You smile up at her as you hand over her almost empty water bottle.

You think she’s going to sit down beside you but, instead, she’s spread eagle directly in front of your feet.

“The floor is so cold, it feels amazing” She murmurs into the wood of the floor, you gaze at her up and down and yearn to be close. So you scootch over till you’re close to her feet and shimmy in between them, laying on her butt as she pants.

“You’re so weird, Y/n. I’m sweaty and you decide to use my ass as a pillow” She giggles breathily.

“Do you want me to move?” You ask knowingly.

“no..” She replies in a small voice, you let out a giggle at her refusal and wrap your arms around her lower abdomen-snuggling into her.

tag list for bp; @loverhyunn

[storiedhistories]

Send me a ⭐ and I’ll tell you muses I want to throw your way! // Pretty much always accepting, tbh!

@whinedarksea asked: ⭐

Excuse me while I rub my grimy little hands together and cackle a little maniacally over here.

So many delightful options! I feel like the obvious interactions are gonna be with any of my mythos-related muses: Hades, Kronos, Orpheus. Especially Orpheus, honestly, for a variety of reasons!

And then there are slightly less obvious ones: my darling Aster is a child of Dionysus, so he could exist in a more mythological sense or they could work together at C.HB, cause that camp seriously needs a therapist, which is his role when in P.JO type verses.

And since Odysseus doesn't attract monsters, he and Riftan could search for lost campers together (though Riftan does tend to attract monsters, as a child of Aphrodite, but there's a whole lot there that he's not fully aware of, which is fun).

Of course, K.ratos could be interesting! He's definitely around during the same time as Odysseus, and given that Poseidon is his uncle (not that they're on good terms), that could be a lot of fun!

And Calliope is another Greek-era muse; he could encounter her when she's still alive, before everything goes to hell in a handbasket for her, or after she's dead somehow because that's always interesting. ^^

You've also got a D&D verse which means I can toss even more people your direction. I feel like he and Percy might get along; both nobles displaced from their homes for various reasons and all that sort of thing.

[wonscafe]

WHAT IT’S LIKE DATING NCT DREAM !

pairing: nct dream x fem!reader genre: fluff and possible crack because it’s the dreamies cmon warnings: none

ー aaaa this is my first piece of writing centered on nct dream. kinda nervous tbh but it’s exciting !! @juysblog for header

MARK ー 이민형.

fun and lighthearted. regular movie nights and watching new blockbuster films recommended to him by his friends in canada. filling the house with loud, bursting laughter unfailingly. reading together at night. recommending his favorite books to you and looking over your shoulder to see what part of the book you’re in. leaving you short and sweet poems before you leave for work or school. him jokingly serenading you with justin bieber songs, resulting in you shoving him away and him just following you, guitar in hand and ‘i’m off my face in love with you’ spilling out of his mouth in giggles. opening your eyes drowsily in the middle of the night and seeing him on his knees, hands clasped together, thanking God for you in his prayers.

RENJUN ー 황런쥔.

think museums, pottery classes, couple dancing, and feeding koi fish in the park. lots of adventures and trying new things together. weekly date nights in the city. deep and thoughtful conversations by han river. late night drives with the car windows down and music blaring out of the speakers. paintings as anniversary gifts. singing you lullabies before bed. passionate debates in random parts of the house during randoms times of the day. being each other’s safe place. adopting animals together. soothing you when you wake up in the middle of the night, sleepily humming and mumbling beside your ear to lull you to sleep. warm belly rubs. impromptu dancing in the dull kitchen light.

JENO ー 이제노.

going on lots of spontaneous sporty datesーoften unwillingly on your part. watching sunrises together after hiking up a hill early in the morning. sitting on his lap whenever he’s playing games with the boys. running after you with his arms outstretched right after his work-out. the dynamic of ‘one who really loves to talk’ and ‘one who really likes to listen’. listening to you ramble with an eye smile, just supportively nodding to whatever you say and running a hand up and down the sides of your thigh. gentle kisses whenever you’re upset. warm hugs after a rough day. curling into you whenever he feels fatigued. cackling over dry jokes over a bowl of ramen in a random convenience store by the road. teasing him as he continuously sneezesーyou specifically warned him not to play with the cats but he did anyway.

HAECHAN ー 이해찬.

extremely playful. making bets as a way to express your love for each other. not allowing the other to back out of a bet unless you give a huge smooch in exchange. whining, whining everywhere. clinging to each other whenever given the chance. lots of stolen glances on his part. scolding you in the kitchen when you mess up an instruction, and proceeding to tell you to wait in the living room as he turns the disaster into a feast. smugly bragging about his talent at dinner but also secretly waiting for your praise. soft looks and smiles whenever you roll your eyes at his antics. denying it whenever he’s called out by a member. on rare occasions when it’s quiet and peaceful, you’d exchange quiet ‘i love you’s and feather like touches.

JAEMIN ー 나재민.

the most domestic out of all the relationships in nct dream. doing chores together. sneaking in kisses during cleaning days. creating a shared account that you use for donations. couple photography daysーposting the photos on your social media account which is completely compromised of photos taken by each other. volunteer work as a couple. nuzzling your head in his chest as he edits photos on his computer. never feeling insecure because of his constant reassurance and constant compliments. him never failing to look after you; staying home when you’re sick, preparing a hot bath for you when you’re upset, moving you to the other side of the sidewalk. you don’t know this but he already has money saved for the future he imagined for the both of you.

CHENLE ー 천러.

lots of trips to a lot of different places. taking you to china to introduce you to his family. dancing with the older chinese neighbors in their local park. amusement park dates. trying out every ride and laughing it off when one of you throws up. brunches in expensive cafes. learning about new movies and the backgrounds of its actors. watching his old videos in vienna as he shyly laughs beside you, his hands covering his eyes. shopping dates. waiting for you to finish trying on all the clothes you liked in the changing room, and complimenting how you looked in each one. braiding your hair at home and laughing at how terrible he unintentionally made your hair look. showing off his basketball skills. quietly cooking dinner and smirking whenever he feels your eyes on him.

JISUNG ー 박지성.

trial and error-ing everything you do together. looking at each other in alarm when you burn something in the kitchen. hugging each other tightly on top of dining tables as a cockroach lurks somewhere in the house. walking around the city and stopping by ice cream stalls. blushing when the members catch you two together but waving them off with a groan—chucking pillows at them when they don’t leave. deep stares accompanied by shy chuckles. sheepish grins directed at you when you’re forced to wash both of your clothes once again. even more sheepish grins when he accidentally breaks the washing machine despite not touching it. watching movies and playing games with bowls of malatang steaming beside you. playing with each other’s fingers as you lie in bed side-by-side. teaching you how to dance and laughing at you when you fail to follow to choreography. 

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[tr0p1cal]

running into chaos

Summary: you find out you’re tubbos cousin and go to visit him, meeting his friends too

Paring: CC!Tubbo x gn!reader (platonic/familial)

Warnings: idk tbh it’s kinda just fluff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you’re tubbos cousin? Kind of implied to be shorter than Ranboo, but that’s pretty easy to do if we’re being honest-

Length: 1.9k+

A/n: this really didn’t go as planned if I’m being honest, but you know the vibes ig XD

Y/n had finished unpacking for their stay in London. They decided to take a trip over seas to visit family they had only just recently learned they had. It was something about a falling out between their parents before they were even born. But they had reached out after learning about them and decided to give them a visit. After all, the beef the family had didn’t have anything to do with them.

After y/n finished getting settled in, they decided to go out and do some sight seeing. Walking around and seeing the beautiful buildings and views had y/n a bit distracted, not paying attention to where they were walking.

Bang-

Y/n collided with what felt like a hard wall. A bit dazed and disoriented, they hadn’t realized the arms around theirs holding them up.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry are you okay?” An unfamiliar voice asked.

Y/n looked up at the direction and with rushed movements, stood up right and took a couple steps back to give space. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Y/n said in a panicked voice. “I wasn’t paying a bit of attention to where I was walking- oh my gosh-“ they babbled nonsense for a few more moments before taking a breath. “Are you okay? I literally just crashed into you,” y/n said with a soft, nervous chuckle.

“I’m more worried about you. Are you okay? We did hit pretty hard...” the tall, masked boy with sunglasses on stared at them with worry.

“I’m uh- yeah! I’m good,” they said with a smile. It wasn’t until then that they had realized the boy’s friends beside him, cackling like hyenas.

“Oh hey!” You shouted excitedly as you pointed at the shortest boy. “Does your name happen to be Toby? Toby Smith by chance?”

He nodded and smiled. “Yeah, do you want a picture?”

Y/n looked at him for a moment with confusion on their face. “Uh- well I mean sure? I guess it wouldn’t hurt to show my parents that I accidentally found you while sightseeing,” they said with a small laugh.

He nodded and stood next to them for the photo. Y/n took a picture of the two together on their phone and quickly sent it to their parents.

“I was going to stop by tomorrow, but it was nice getting to meet you before everyone else. Definitely going to be less stressful now,” y/n said with a sigh.

The three boys shared a confused look, not knowing what y/n was on about. “I’m sorry, but I don’t follow. What do you mean?” Toby asked with a puzzled look.

“Wha- Oh! I’m sorry I assumed your parents would have told you!” Y/n held out their hand to Toby with a bright smile. “Hi! I’m y/n l/n and I’m your cousin from overseas!”

He looked at you with great confusion, seeming unaware that you existed or were coming to visit. He quickly called up his parents to ask and they enlightened him on the surprise that was y/n.

“To be honest I thought you were spewing a bunch of bull for a while there,” Toby said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No yeah I can definitely see why you’d think that- I’m sorry I probably should have made clear who I was sooner,” y/n said with a small smile. “And again I’m super sorry for running into you so hard before,” they said, turning their attention to their cousin's tall friend.

“It’s really fine y/n. Pls, if we hadn't run into each other, you wouldn’t have gotten to meet Toby early, so let’s just say it was a good thing and move on, okay?” Y/n nodded in agreement.

“Well I don’t want to ruin your time with your friends here, so I suppose I should head off,” y/n said with a small wave.

As they started to step away, a hand gently grabbed their wrist. “Why don’t you just join us?” The tall blonde boy that y/n hadn’t really paid any attention to asked.

“No it’s fine, really-“ y/n tried to protest, but the blond boy already had his arm over their shoulders as the group kept walking.

“It’s really no bother to us,” Toby said.

“And you get to meet your cousins awesome friends while you’re at it, so it’s a win win! I’m Tommy by the way,” the blonde, Tommy apparently, said.

Y/n just laughed and nodded. “Well it’s nice to meet you then I guess,” they chuckled.

****

They walked around for a while as a group. A couple random people came up asking for photos with the three and y/n always offered to take a photo for them too. Y/n didn’t know why people wanted pictures with the boys, but they just went along with it without question.

“Hey y/n, do you know why people keep asking us for photos?” The tallest boy people called Ranboo asked.

“Oh well no, but I figured it wasn’t really my business to ask,” they replied with a shrug.

“We’re actually all popular twitch streamers. That’s why people ask for photos with us. I guess you could say we’re kinda somewhat famous, but I don’t really like to go that far,” Tommy said.

“Really? That’s so cool! What are your accounts? I’ll follow them,” y/n said with a bright smile.

The boys all laughed and gave them their user names. They talked about it for a while before realizing it’d gotten pretty late.

“Hey Tommy do you just want to stay with us for the night?” Toby asked as they all piled into a car to drive them home.

“Yeah sure, we can all chill with y/n,” he said.

“Actually I rented a place while I’m here, so I was planning on just heading back there,” y/n said.

“What no, you should hang out with us,” Tommy and Toby whined.

Y/n looked at Ranboo. “Are they always like this?”

Ranboo sighed. “Sadly yes, yes they very much are.”

The car ride to the Smith house was full of laughter and joking around. It was a light and warm atmosphere with the trio and their new found friend.

Y/n had dinner with them and got to spend some time with their family. They ended up playing some games all together before everyone started to settle down for the night.

“So you’re really going to leave us here all alone,” Tommy asked with fake hurt in his voice and a hand over his heart.

“Well you guys are welcome to come crash at mine, but yes, I’ll be leaving,” y/n said with a laugh.

“Come on guys, they’re probably a bit overwhelmed at everything that happened today already. We should leave them be for the night,” Ranboo said. “We’ll see them tomorrow anyway.”

“It’s really not a problem, but in the end it’s up to you guys and what you want to do.” Y/n started to gather their things and get ready to leave. “And yeah, there’s always tomorrow too.”

“But wait guys-“ Toby interrupted, everyone turning their attention to him. “We promised to stream tomorrow,” he said with a frown.

“Then let’s go crash at y/ns tonight!” Tommy suggested.

They all laughed at him, but ended up getting a car back to y/ns place.

“You know-“ Ranboo started. “Today has been really crazy… we literally ran into your unknown cousin”

“Actually you were the only one to run into them,” Tommy snickered.

Toby laughed loudly while y/n and Ranboo just shook their heads with smiles.

When the group arrived, y/n gave them a little tour.

“Wow y/n!! This setup is awesome! Is this all yours?” Toby looked over your computer set up. By

“Oh uh yeah! It’s nothing too special, but I’m planning on being here for a little while, so I brought the needed stuff with me.” Y/n shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘nothing too special’? This is a sick setup you’ve got,” Tommy said.

Y/n just shrugged. “I like my video games, what can I say?”

“Oh really? What do you play?“ ranboo asked.

“I play a bunch of different stuff-“

“What about Minecraft?” Tommy interrupted. “That’s what we all got big off of playing.”

“I haven’t played Minecraft since I was little,” y/n said with a chuckle. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just haven’t picked it back up.”

“Oh my god we could teach you!” Toby suggested excitedly. “That way you could still hang with us while we stream tomorrow! You could join our stream!”

Y/n thought for a moment. “Mmm well maybe.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” Toby whined.

Y/n sighed. “I’ve never really done much with streaming and stuff, so I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”

“No need to worry about that. We’ll have your back the whole time,” Ranboo said.

“Hmmm okay then, I’ll try my best,” y/n said with a smile.

After that conversation they all chilled in the living room, talking and getting to know each other more before eventually all passing out for the night.

****

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned into a few months. Y/n had become well integrated with their cousins' friends and the online community that came with it. They started their own twitch channel and quickly grew in popularity. Everyone seemed to love them and Dream even invited them onto his SMP.

Everything was going great and y/n was loving it, but sadly it was quickly coming to a point that they weren’t looking too forward to. It had been several months since y/n had gotten to the uk and they had already stayed much longer then expected.

“Hey guys,” y/n said to the three boys as they all sat at Tommy’s house. “You know how I’ve been here for a few months now? Well I was actually only supposed to stay for a couple weeks at most, so my parents really want me to go back.” They frowned sadly. “I don’t wanna leave, but I don’t really have a choice, so our time together is sadly coming to an end.”

Ranboo patted them on the shoulder. “What do you mean? We’re just getting started.”

“Yeah, we don’t have to see each other everyday in order to spend time together,” Tommy said.

“You’ve built a great thing for yourself over the past few months, y/n. We’ll be able to chat whenever you want, so don’t worry about it!” Toby pulled them into a hug and smiled. “We’ll definitely miss you, but I think we all understood you weren’t here to stay.”

“But we’re all really glad that we got to spend the time that we did with you. I for one am very happy we ran into each other,” Ranboo said with a smile and everyone chuckled at the memory.

“I mean we would’ve met them anyway, but I guess you have a point,” Tommy said.

They hung out for the remainder of their time together before y/n had to leave. The group also took them to the airport and said their goodbyes. When y/n got home and fell back into their everyday life it was definitely different, but they couldn’t be happier.

[asmo-ds]

MC does an impression of each of the brothers and their impressions are spot on! They get everything about each brother and it’s getting tons of laughs when they say stupid shit/out of character shit as each bro. How does the brother being mocked react?

React to MC Impersonating Them

- The king of being offended

- When he walks in on MC performing an impression of him in front of his brothers who were howling with laughter, he is beyond upset

- MC “swooning” over Diavolo, interrupting themselves occasionally to yell at Mammon

- At one point they pretend to pass out while swooning, only to be caught by strong arms with a dark aura radiating off of them

- MC runs to hide behind the other brothers, who look equally as nervous about Lucifer’s wrath

- After giving a thorough talking to all the other house of lamentation residents, he goes to his office to calm down

- He was honestly just humiliated that that’s how MC viewed him, and it was troubling to wonder if everybody else saw him as such

- (Even though they constantly tell him that’s how he looks lol)

- To gain Lucifer’s forgiveness MC meekly wanders into his study as he glares at them, waiting for their apology

- He is shocked when they suddenly pretend to swoon again and he catches them, getting ready to tell them off for imitating him

- “That was my impression of myself, swooning over you, Lucifer :)” His heart skipped a beat he cant stay mad this this dumb human

- He was used to being the butt of jokes from his brothers so he was good at putting up a front like he didn’t care at all

- But the fact it was MC stung real bad

- MC was pretending to be taking things from his brothers and trying tp deny it, despite holding it in their hand, jokingly as they all howled with laughter

- When MC sees him standing in the doorway looking like a kicked puppy, they fee guilty and go to apologize but he storms out of the room before they can

- He goes to his room and counts his grimm in the back of his car sadly, pouting and trying not to cry

- He doesn’t move when he hears the door open, opting to ignore whoever had come to tease him

- When he feels a smaller body climb onto his lap and hug him tightly though he nearly faints

- “M-MC?!” 

- “I’m sorry, Mammon, I shouldn’t have teased you, Levi had told me to do my best impression of you and I shouldn’t have accepted his offer,” 

-“Whatever, it’s no biggie,” (it is a biggie he’s crying rn)

- When they admit Levi had offered them grimm to do the impression his ears perk up at the sound of them pulling the coins out of their pocket for him

- “I figured if I did it you’d be happy!” MC is gonna suffocate in hugs

- King of insecurity, if I found out you hurt him like this you better sleep with one eye open

- When he walked in on MC imitating the way he fawns over Ruri-chan and then “refuses” to interact with his brothers because they are 3D, he is so sad

- Snek boy tears up and calls MC a stupid normie before retreating to his room

- He distracts himself with video games, being snappier than normal with his teammates who call him out for being bitchy, so he quits and switches to anime

- Of course nobody would actually like a stupid gross otaku like him

- When MC knocks at his door and calls his name he gives no response and opts to instead lock the door dramatically so they hear it

- MC sits outside his door for a few minutes, sliding their back down the wall beside it and talking about random stuff that Levi likes, offering him anime merch in exchange for his love and forgiveness

- He sits beside his door listening to them before he decides to let them in, to which they respond by tackling him with a hug

- “I’m sorry Levi, I promise I’ll ever ever do it again please just don’t hate me” they cry

- They then spend the rest of the night crying over anime and cuddling

Warning: choking

- Oh no

- Walks into the living room and sees MC holding a pile of books and insulting all his brothers, especially Lucifer, and when he sees they are all cackling along with MC he feel rage boiling in his chest

- MC acts like a know-it-all and talks about his daddy issues before he stomps out of the room, the booming footsteps of his demonic form drawing the attention of everybody else

- MC goes pale realizing what they’d done 

- In his room Satan starts throwing things and tearing his room apart out of pure frustration

- How stupid does MC have to be to make fun of him? 

- He continues yelling and breaking things for a few hours before he hears a timid voice call his name from behind him

- Turning around he glares daggers at MC, stomping towards them and grabbing their throat with a tight, but loose enough to just barely breathe, grip

- He lifts them by the throat, yelling about how they’re a stupid human and insulting them in everyway he can think

- he keeps going until he feels MC start to go limp in his hands, which causes him to snap back into reality and drop them as they sit on the floor gasping and rubbing their now bruised throat

- He panics and leans down to try and help them but is sad when they flinch away- both of them now crying

- They end up just chilling and crying and stuff the rest of the night

- TBH I don’t think he’d mind it much, he’d probably thrive off of the attention as MC pretends o be horny over every little thing 

- They talk about how beautiful they are and how nobody can compare to him, as well as how everyone wants him

- He laughs along in the moment and continues to joke with his brothers and MC

- When he gets back to his room though he breaks down and starts to feel kind of insecure about the way he is

- MC feels something is wrong and goes to his room, knocking lightly before walking in and seeing him curled up in his bed sniffling

- They calmly walk over and lay on top of him playfully begging him to get up and go party with them

- He only responds by pulling back the covers and pulling MC under with him

- He holds them close as they just let him cry, stroking his soft hair and whispering words of love to him

- Once he calms down MC can’t apologize enough, because they know it takes a lot to make Asmodeus feel insecure like that

- When MC impersonates him he finds it funny, because he knows he is flawed and he makes light of his situation

- When they talk about emptying the fridge and everyone else starving though he feels a bit guilty and apologizes quietly with a blush

- As they continue on Beel starts to feel more and more guilty about his eating habits and how unfair it was to everyone else who also wanted to eat

- he made an excuse saying he had to go to the gym to meet with someone and headed to the gym

- He worked out for a while, letting out all his negative feelings on the equipment

- When he returns home he sees MC and Belphie both cuddled up on Beel’s bed, and he realizes they had waited for him to come home and join them

- After he showers he lays next to his twin and MC and rests for a bit before he feels a hand brush hair out of his eyes

- When he and MC make eye contact he pulls them closer and apologizes for leaving so abruptly and for always eating too much

- MC holds him and apologizes too for taking the joke too far

- He’s too lazy to care

- MC straight up starts fake snoring and lays in random places and jumps on Beel

- They all pretend to kill themselves because of the incident from when he got outta the attic

- I can’t really picture him getting offended because he’d just be like haha yea i suck, anyways lets nap together

- He just kinda laughs along idk

[spurgie-cousin]

I don’t know exactly what you’re referring to when you mention Reddit giving Jim Bob too much credit but I think he is genuinely evil. He covered up his son sexually assaulting his own daughters and blamed them for it. Then he married him off at the earliest convenience. He’s been funding his lifestyle even after knowing how vile and sick he is. He’s not a complete idiot. I genuinely think Jim Bob is evil.

"I genuinely think Jim Bob is evil" ok well, while I completely get where you're coming from, that kind of absolutism is just not something I ascribe to.

Jim Bob does everything he does because he thinks it's the right thing, whether it actually is or it isn't (and usually it absolutely isn't). He believes the things he does because he thinks it's right, he protects his son because he thinks it's right, he doesn't do any of the stupid things he does rubbing his hands together and cackling, hoping to harm others, he legitimately thinks he is choosing the good and right path. Which of course does not absolve him from ANYTHING, but it frames him in a way that most people can wrap their heads around, as opposed to just him being 'evil' which is impossible for the average person to understand (and I'm not even sure that's a concept I actually believe in).

And that makes him dumb to me tbh. He's presented with information, chooses for his own personal reasons to believe one thing over the other, which leads him to make some stupid decision, and that's just like, the definition of a moron in my opinion. I really don't think he does anything he does with literal malice in his heart or with the intent to hurt people, he just keeps making bad and harmful decisions because something in his life has lead him to process and interpret information in a way that is......very stupid.

[whumpasaurus101]

19th April, Plant Day!

I cannot tell you how tempted I was to write abt fungi but I didn’t want @brutal-nemesis to kill me :) so I can safely say that there is no fungi do not worry :D

Cw: plant whump / ‘stabbing’ sort of / deep cuts / caretaking after / fluff / angst / my gaey boys not having a good time tbh / Alicia being a bitch as usual /

Asher wasn’t happy. He was in Alicia’s house and Jack was right at her feet, kneeling. She raked her hands through his hair. Aaher looked at her in disgust from where he knelt, far away from them both. Why did Rodger have to leave him with this bitch? He would have prefered anyone, anyone over her. Jesus, he’d rather stick a fork in his own fucking eye than be here.

“Anyways,” Alicia sighed, “I want to go to the garden centre to revamp this house and whatnot and the two of you can come if you behave, Asher, I’m looking straight at you. Think of all the fun you could have if you don't throw a fucking tantrum, huh? I’ll even let you two go off for a bit if you're good. But keep in mind, I throw knives like a fucking champ so if one of you decides to try and run, you’ll get a knife in your fucking neck, understood?”

The garden centre was huge, Asher’s eyes lit up as he saw the building. And then there were people, normal people, not sick psychos! Couples, families, you name it! A sudden yank ripped Asher from his thoughts as Alicia pulled back on his top. He stumbled back and Alicia spoke in his ear, “Listen up big boy, you make one single sound to any other people and I will fucking kill you, got it?” Asher quickly nodded, scared to speak.

She forced a smile, “Good, now, let’s not waste any time!” The three walked into the centre, Asher standing in between the pair as he was least trusted. Alicia had her handbag rested against her forearm as she strode in.

There were plants everywhere. Some crawled up the wall, some hung from the ceiling and some were neatly potted and shelved. Asher, completely lost in his thoughts, didn't realise how fast he was walking until Alicia yanked him back, “What the fuck did I just tell you?!” Asher lowered his head, “Sorry.”

Both Jack and Asher followed Alicia obediently as she strolled around the store. Eventually, she had had enough. “Alright, alright! You're starting to piss me off! Just- just- ugh, just go -and stick together. But I swear that if either one of you tries something funny, I will slit both of your throats. Asher looked to Jack who smiled at him. He followed him to the outside area as they held hands in front of them so Alicia couldn't see.

Jack pulled Asher into a corner that was hidden by trees and kissed him gently, wrapping his arms around his waist. Asher chuckled, “Nothing funny, huh?” Jack smiled, “Fine, we can just stop you know, look at these… trees?” Asher chortled, snorting slightly at the end. He traced his hand against Jack’s cheek and jaw, rubbing it slightly, feeling the short stubble.

He brought Jack’s face closer and pecked him on the nose. Jack brought Asher’s hips closer, they kissed again as Jack raked his hands through Asher’s hazelnut hair. “What. the. Fuck?” They both pulled away with a jolt.

Alicia stood there, gobsmacked, “I-you.” She couldn’t form any other words than, “What the fuck.” Asher couldn’t breathe, “Pl-please don’t tell Rodger!! Please!!” That’s when Alicia smiled and chuckled, looking at Jack, “So you’re into Asher, huh? You like the ‘bad boys’?” Jack gulped, blinking fast, “Alicia, please! I-”

Alicia slapped him hard across the face, “I asked you a fucking question!” Jack whimpered. Asher looked in shock, finding himself frozen in shock. “Yes! Okay! I love him, I mean, what is there not to love about him? He’s perfect! He’s brave and he’s handsome. He’s there for me when I need him and he makes me happy every fucking day!”

Asher felt his cheeks flush a deep red. Alicia looked at him blankly, “How sweet. But you know this is simply just not allowed.” The two boys gulped. “Alicia plea-”

“Shut up!!” Asher flinched as she took a step towards him, caressing her sharp nails scraping against his cheek, “Now, now Asher, you know he’s way out of your league!” She cackled, “I mean, what’s the fucking age gap?” Asher clenched his jaw. Her thumb’s nail slightly pressing into his cheek as he let out a yelp.

“Alicia,” Jack raised his voice. Alicia turned to him, nails still digging into Asher’s skin. “Please, he didn’t-”

“You know what?” Alicia sneered, “I don’t think you understand. You are mine and Asher is Rodger’s. You are not permitted to even touch him.” Her grip tightened as blood now ran from Asher’s cut.

“I know, I know, Alicia, please, don’t do this, it was all my fault! I started this! He still doesn’t understand the rules!” Alicia sighed, yanking her hand away, making the cut bigger. “No, he doesn’t, but he will.”

Asher had no clue what she meant until an hour later when he was tied to a chair in Alicia’s kitchen. Alicia circled him, shopping bag in hand. “Have you ever heard of a honey locust?” Asher just glared at her in response, dried blood stuck to his cheek form earlier. “No?” She hummed, taking out what looked like branches of a tree. “Hmmm, well, I was going to give these to Rodger to use them on you, but I guess I can just get more and use these bad boys now!!”

Jack pulled at his cuffs which kept his hands right at the fridge’s handle, “Alicia I-“

“SHUT UP!!!!” Both boys flinched at how loud Alicia was. “Stop sticking up for your bitch all the time! You are mine and he is Rodger’s. And the bast way for you to understand things is to hurt people that you love.”

And with that, she got a thorn and quickly moved it down Asher’s collarbone, leaving a dark red line which blood fell from. Asher let out a howl of pain. His restraints left him unable to double over and protect himself.

Alicia snickered, “Oof, that’s a deep one. Oops?” She did the same thing on the exact another side. This continued until deep gashes covered his abdomen.

When she got bored, she picked up the thorns one by one, piling them into her hand. She dropped the branch and grinned at Jack. She approached a trembling Asher and traced one of the sharp thorns all across and down Asher’s arm, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

Without warning, she quickly stabbed a thorn straight into his arm. He yelled, he couldn’t take all of this pain. “P-please, no more! I- AGH!” He was interrupted when she poked another one right under the previous thorn. He felt his vision starting to blur.

Alicia, noticing he was starting to blackout, decided it was enough, for now. “Oh what now? No ‘smart comments’? You see, after a while, I do start to miss them. Its quite satisfying to be honest! You know, Rodger being unable to control his mutt while Jack just sits right at my side like a good bitch.”

Asher saw Jack flinch through his blurred vision. Jack had never heard Alicia call him that. It was always Rodger who did, never Alicia. Did she prefer Asher? No, no, she couldn’t! She loved Jack… right? He looked to the two, Alicia was running a hand through Asher’s hair with a smile as the other’s head lolled to the side as he slowly drifted out of it.

---

Jack was allowed to clean Asher’s wounds. He had a tweezers and was trying to pluck the thorns out from Asher’s delicate skin. Asher let out painful moans as he rocked back and forward. Jack blinked away his tears, “Ash- Asher please, I need you to stay still.” Asher did but once the tweezers were back on the last thorn, he flinched. Jack rolled his eyes, “ASHER! I NEED YOU TO FUCKING-” He froze the minute Asher’ tear-stained face and puffy eyes turned to him. He looked as if he was about to absolutely ball crying.

“Asher, oh my god, Asher, I am so sorry!” Asher blinked and the tears followed. They streamed down his cheeks as his chest rose and fell fast. He whimpered and bit his lip to stop himself from sobbing. “Asher, please I- I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!!”

Asher sniffed and blinked rapidly, “ ‘s alright, y-you didnt m-mean to.” Jack’s heart felt heavy but he had to keep cleaning the wounds before Alicia would come in and make some snarky comments. “This is going to sting- wait, I might have some pain killer I can give you, mkay?”

Asher nodded weakly. “Alright, give me a second.” He got up out of the empty bath they sat in and walked to the bathroom cabinet. He scanned through the shelves and his eyes landed on one of the orange containers.

He opened it up and poured two pills into his palm. He then got a glass and filled it with water, knowing the water from the bathroom probably wasn’t the best but it was better to get rid of all of the pain Asher was in already.

He handed Asher the pills and glass. Asher looked at him, waiting for a nod of approval before putting the pills in his mouth and washing them down with the water. “Th-thank you” His voice was hoarse. Jack wiped tears of his own and sat back behind Asher.

Asher’s flinches were less violent. Jack smiled, knowing that his love was in less pain. No- no, not his. Rodger’s. The heaviness settled in his heart once more. Surely there was some way of keeping Asher. Keeping? What the hell was wrong with him?! Maybe he didn’t deserve Asher. Maybe it was for the best.

He looked down as he felt Asher’s back press against him. He was asleep. His adorable face looked so peaceful. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t in pain. His angry face was relaxed and the usual crease in his eyebrows was gone.

Jack gently traced his cheek with his finger. His scar had been reopened and looked painful. After a few moments of peace, Alicia burst through the door, “Jesus fucking Christ, you cant keep your hands off him, can you? After what he went through because of you!” Jack’s head snapped up to her, “Alicia, please, let him sleep, he never sleeps! Please, I’ll do anything!” Alicia fake smiled at him for a moment before shoving her arms under Asher’s arms and dragging him out of the bathtub. Asher let out a yell of shock as he was brought out of his sweet peaceful dreams back to this phscho bitch.

“Alicia, leave him, alone, please!” Alicia just giggled in excitement, “No way, this is a fun thing to play with. You two think you're so in love. But none of you knows what love is!” Asher hung his head in shame and embarrassment. Jack noticed, he knew that Asher had absolutely no memories of his childhood, he didn't know what love was. Jack felt terrible.

Alicia looked between the pair with a shit-eating grin, “Well, you guys must be tired! Asher, you can sleep on the floor in the kitchen. Jack, you're sleeping in with me!” Jack knew better than to refuse. Asher was dragged out of the room and Jack was left sitting in the bathtub, waiting for Alicia to come and show him who he really belonged to.

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[chloelucia13]

Chapter 14: Suzie, Do you Copy?

Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x (kinda) Platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt:  You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: Dustin’s return to Hawkins had overjoyed you, but other than that, there was no change to the normal routine of your summer. At least, that’s what you thought.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, spoilers (obvi), language, mentions of violence, injuries, pretty chill tbh

Word Count: 2764

A/N: AHHHH, I’m back finally! I’m so sorry I took so long to update this story! Hopefully I’ll be able to get back onto this series and update it regularly like I used to, but I can’t make any promises. For the time being, I hope you enjoy and make sure to keep an eye out for any updates! As always, my taglist and ask box is open! 

Tags: @just-my-fandom​, @nightbu-g​

You couldn’t recall a time you had woken up earlier than nine a.m. in the past month.

In all honesty, you had considered just sleeping in until the very last minute scramble to get dressed, rush out the door, and get back before Dustin got home.

Unfortunately that plan could not be executed as your mother woke you up, knowing you well enough that she could predict your plans.

And that was why you were at the mall at 10 a.m., your gaze focused on the floor as you made the trek over to Scoops Ahoy. Surprisingly, there was a small line in the shop, considering it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

As you finally stood at the counter and lifted your head, Steve visibly relaxed, his “customer service” persona fading. “Oh thank god, it’s just you,” he sighed, leaning against the counter.

“Just little ol’ me,” you hummed, absentmindedly rubbing at your eye. “God, has the day already gone to shit for you, Steve?”

“Well, he’s already struck out twice if that’s any indication,” Robin piped up, peeking through the window that peered into the back area.

“Twice? Didn’t you guys open just an hour ago?” 

“Don’t rub it in,” Steve huffed, a frown sinking onto his features.

“Fine, fine.”

You and Steve had grown close in the past six months, sharing a special bond that you honestly needed. Though you couldn’t decide if the bond grew from him literally saving your life, or from your significant others (well, for Steve at least) dating each other rather than you two. Both, probably.

“Are you here to order something or just to bully me?” he spoke finally, pulling his ice cream scooper from his makeshift-holster. 

“Right, right. Just a pint of cookie dough and a pint of strawberry,” you instructed, pulling a ten out of your pocket.

He nodded and began scooping the two pints of ice cream. “Who’s the cookie dough for?”

“Dustin.”

He looked up at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. “He’s coming back today?”

“Yeah!”

He sealed the lid of the cookie dough pint. “No one tells me anything!”

You rolled your eyes. “Steve, I told you this two days ago.”

You heard Robin let out a laugh in the back room and Steve pressed his lips into a line. “Do you want ice cream or not?!”

You laughed. “Come on, you know you’d never deprive your two favorite people of ice cream.”

He rolled his eyes and finished up the second pint, sliding both of them over to you as you handed him the $10 bill. “Do you work today?”

“Unfortunately. I’m just hoping I’ll be home before dark tonight because they’ve been fucking keeping me for hours after closing.”

“Doesn’t the pool close at like five?”

“Yup,” you huffed, popping the ‘p.’ “And, to top it all off, I’m stuck with Heather  and Billy today.”

The two of you cringed simultaneously. “Can’t say I’d rather be you.”

“Thanks for the support.” You took the change from Steve and stuffed it into your pocket before cradling both pints of ice cream in your arms. “Well, I gotta drop these off at home and then sit in the sun for a few miserable hours. I’ll call you when I get home.”

***

Your soul nearly left your body when a chorus of screams erupted in the kitchen as soon as you stepped in the front door. They fell silent a moment later, though, and a voice echoed out, “Oh, it’s just you.”

With a hand clutched over your chest, you rolled your eyes. “Sorry to disappoint you guys with my presence, but can we avoid killing me the next time you see me?” you huffed, still struggling to take in a proper breath.

We thought you were Dustin,” Lucas explained, a party blower between his teeth.

“Yeah, I figured.” You brushed past the group and put the ice cream in the freezer. “Can someone make sure that Dustin gets his ice cream? I won’t be able to see him until later tonight.”

“I can,” Will spoke up, raising his hand in the air.

“Finally, someone I can count on.” You grabbed the drawstring bag that held all of your items and slung it over your shoulder. “How’s Jonathan enjoying his job at the newspaper?”

There was a small silence. “You haven’t talked to him about it?” Mike spoke up, and Max swatted his arm.

You shook your head, the healing scratch on your eye beginning to burn slightly. “No, not yet. We’ve, uh... We’ve both been too busy. We haven’t talked in a couple of weeks.” More like a month.

There was another silence before Will spoke. “He likes it. He has the dark room all to himself,” he explained, his voice gentle and hesitant.

“Good. That’s good. Tell him I said hi, or something.” You cleared your throat before turning to the group and giving them a smile. “I gotta head to work. You guys have fun, okay?”

***

God, you felt like vomiting.

Everything seemed to be going wrong today, like you forgetting to bring your sunscreen and sunglasses, Billy and Heather’s constant pestering and gossiping, Billy ignoring his job so he could flirt with Mrs. Wheeler, Mrs. Wheeler completely ignoring you so she could flirt with Billy, the dozens of kids that had coined multiple nicknames for you and your scar, and the 101 degree temperature that was unrelenting.

Luckily, though, the day was close to coming to an end. Most of the crowd had thinned, excluding a couple of kids who spent the whole day there anyways and adults who insisted on lingering until they absolutely had to leave. 

The shriek of a whistle startled you from your thoughts, your head slipping from your hand and making you lurch forward slightly. A group of muffled cackles sounded to your right, and you rolled your eyes. “Can I help you, or are you just here to make my life a living hell,” you grumbled, snapping your gaze over to Billy and Heather.

“Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted a water, but I guess not,” Heather huffed, stubbornly crossing her arms over your chest.

You gave her a doubtful glance. “Were you really?”

She laughed. “No. Now get up, It’s my turn on deck.”

With a huff you stepped down the ladder and tucked your book and raft under your arm. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Billy step closer. “Billy, if you push me in the pool you’re gonna wake up with no fucking mullet tomorrow.”

The pair just laughed behind you condescendingly, and you stomped away with a scowl etched on your face.

Ever since the... altercation that occurred months ago, Billy had kept his distance from you. It was a relief, knowing that he wouldn’t test your limits for the sake of his own health. But that didn’t stop him from sprinkling in some teasing every single time he spoke to you.

The hot concrete stung the soles of your feet, and you picked up your pace so you could get to the office before your feet blistered.

“Hey, no running!”  You froze at the voice, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Slowly, you turned on your heel to face the source. 

Jonathan stood behind the fence, his hands in his pockets and a shy smile on his face.

“Jonathan?” you whispered, tilting your head slightly as if you were a dog. 

“Hey Y/N,” he hummed, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot.

A small smile settled on your face and you walked over to the fence, a silent sigh of relief leaving your lips when your feet settled on the grass that bordered the fence. “Hey! W-What are you doing here? I thought you got out the same time that I did?”

“I do, I just uh... I wanted to go on a walk.”

You nodded. “Oh, okay.”

“And I uh, I wanted to see you. Just see how you were doing, I mean.”

You let out a small chuckle, hooking your fingers through one of the chain links in the fence. “I’m doing good. I mean, as good as I can be sitting in the heat for five hours straight with no sunglasses. How have you been?”

“I-I’m good. Isn’t Dustin back in town?”

“He is, he just got back today. I haven’t seen him yet, though. How’s your job at the paper going?”

“It’s good, really good. I’m enjoying it a lot.”

“That’s good to hear.”

The two of you stood silently, avoiding each other’s gaze except for the spare glances you’d risk. 

“I should get going,” Jonathan spoke finally, a hint of reluctance in his voice. 

“Right, yeah,” you hummed, clearing your throat. “It was good to see you, Johnny.”

“You too.” His mouth opened as if he wanted to say more, but he decided against it, giving you an awkward wave before walking away.

You lingered there for a moment, an all-too-familiar ache in your chest as you watched him walk away from you.

***

After rinsing off, getting changed, and making a final check of the area, you were finally off for the night. You could feel your shoulders nearly weighing your entire body down and your eyelids were extremely close to falling shut at any moment. Silently, you made the trek through the parking lot and over to your car. 

You hopped in the driver’s seat and fished your key out of your bag before putting it in the ignition and twisting.

And twisting again.

And one more time.

Shit.

You slammed your hands against the wheel and let out a groan, throwing your head back against the headrest. “Of course. Of fucking course,” you grumbled.

Then you began to weigh your options. The first idea that came to your mind was walking home, but you quickly decided against it as you were too exhausted and it was too far. 

Your next idea was to walk over to The Hawkins Post and see if you could catch a ride with Jonathan. But you knew that wherever Jonathan was, Nancy would also be. For a moment, you contemplated swallowing your embarrassment and fear and just do it, but again, you decided against that option.

Then you thought about using the phone in the office to call Steve, but you had no idea if he was even home.

And after running through all of the ideas in your mind, you last ditch plan walked past your peripheral.

You shoved all of your disgust down and hopped out of your car, rushing to try and catch up.

“Billy!” you shouted, trying to stuff your keys back in your bag as you jogged over to him.

He stopped and turned to look at you, part-confusion and part-annoyance wrinkling his features. “What?” he huffed.

“Can you, um...” You shifted awkwardly, the reality of the moment catching up to you. “Would you mind giving me a ride home? My car won’t start.”

He rolled his eyes, fishing a pack of cigarettes out from his leather jacket. “Y’know, any other night I’d love to, but I’ve actually got plans tonight. Call a tow truck or something.”

“Billy, please.” Your shoulders slumped. “I don’t live that far from you.”

“Who said I was going home?” 

Your jaw tightened and you pulled your bag higher up on your shoulder. “I’ll pay you $20. Just please.”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to do it? I saw you talking to him earlier.”

“He’s not my boyfriend! Goddammit-” You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath and scrubbing a hand over your face. “$50.”

He stood there a moment, placing a cigarette between his teeth as he silently debated it. “Fine. But you’re paying me upfront.”

You bit your tongue and refrained from snapping at him, instead pulling your wallet from your bag and handing him a $50 bill. He snatched it from your fingers and shoved it in his back pocket before nodding his head over to his car and heading that way. 

Though the anxiety from asking him was gone, it was replaced with the anxiety of being in a vehicle with a man who very clearly hated your guts. Your brain was nagging you to just walk home, but you pushed the annoying warnings away and got in the passenger seat.

Billy had exited the parking lot before you even had a chance to put on your seatbelt, the engine roaring as he tore down the empty streets. The ride was silent other than that annoying engine, his godawful music, and your heart racing so loudly and harshly that you felt as if you were about to have a heart attack.

Whether it was your panic or your swarming thoughts, you had zoned out for the first few minutes of the ride. When you finally came to, you realized that you were nowhere near your house. “Did you take a wrong turn?” you mumbled, brows furrowing confusedly.

He scoffed, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “No, I have an errand to run,” he explained as if you were stupid, as if you were already aware of his plans.

Oh my god, he’s gonna kill me.

You gulped, gripping onto your drawstring bag. “What errand?”

“Well, I had already made plans with Karen before you decided to ask for my help, so you’re tagging along.”

Your jaw dropped and you turned in your seat to face him. “You’re making me sit in the car while you hook up with Mrs. Wheeler? You said you were gonna take me home!”

“I did, but I didn’t specify when.” He was grinning from ear to ear, and you had to move your hands under your thighs so you didn’t smack that look off of his face.

“You motherfucker. Literally.”

He rolled his eyes. “Shut up and get in the back seat. I don't want her seeing you.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Excuse me?” 

“I said-”

His words were cut off by a large object hitting the windshield, making both of you jump and causing him to lose control of the vehicle. The car spun off of the road and collided into a tree on your side, making Billy’s head collide into his door and crushing your door into your body.

A slew of curses and grunts fell from your mouth as you worked your way out of the seat, feeling your ribs ache with each breath as you finally got out from between the door and the center console. You sat down on the center console and gripped onto the back of the seat for balance.

“Oh, no,” Billy grumbled from beside you, eyes wide as he took in the damage. The stereo still spat out a distorted and garbled sound that resembled the music that were playing earlier as Billy tried to restart the car, to no avail. “Piece of shit.”

You finally glanced over at him. “You’re bleeding,” you wheezed out, watching the blood drip down his forehead and into his eye.

He reached up and touched the wound, pulling away and glancing down at his fingers with disdain. “Shit.” He slammed his hand against the steering wheel before shoving his door open and crawling out. You followed behind him, collapsing to the ground beside his feet. You gripped onto his arm and heaved yourself up.

Billy left your side to attempt to pry the passenger door open, only for a spew of expletives to fall from his mouth. “Yeah, I’m good, thanks for asking,” you huffed, leaning against the car and clutching your right side as he stomped past you and over to the front of the car.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, leaning close to the windshield and gliding his finger along the spiderwebbed glass. “What the hell?”

A strange ooze clung to his finger, stretching between his hand and the windshield with a strong elasticity. “Fuck.”

A rustling in the shrubs near the building you stood by attracted both of your attention, your heart leaping to your throat.

“Who’s there!” Billy shouted, his body standing straight up.

“I don’t think it’s a who,” you grumbled, reaching for your pocket knife in your back pocket.  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

As you opened your mouth to explain, Billy fell to the ground and was lugged away by a snaking vine. You screamed, but before you could move onto the car and off of the ground, a similar vine wrapped around your legs and dragged you through the dirt

[hatake-no-sharingan]

Can you make another Itachixreader!

A/N: Hi honeyyyy of course. Well tbh I wrote this sad fic, because Itachi and heartbreak go hand in hand. I really liked this story, but well as I mentioned, it is sad and it’s about letting go. I’m not even sure if it really counts as Itachi x Reader fully, but I hope you still like it. However, I’ll also be posting some Itachi fluff soon (I already have two wip that you’ll like hopefully) to make up for it.

Note #2: regarding the age of the characters, Iruka is 5 years older than Itachi, so when Itachi dies (at 21), Iruka is 26. In this story, the reader is Itachi’s age, maybe a year older, so the age gaps for the relationships are healthy and acceptable. Also I thought Iruka would be a good character to have Y/N rebuild her life with because of how kind and caring he is. 

Special thanks to @seventh-line for helping me bring this story to life and also being the best editor I could ever have <3

Sorry for taking too much space with my ranting, now go read. (Please enjoy and be kind <3)

Maybe in another life (Itachi x Reader)

“U-chi-ha.... hahahahaha” Itachi reached to cover his ears as white Zetzu’s maniacal laughter echoed in his head with the most uncomfortable ring.

He started walking in the opposite direction, ignoring the call. Zetsu always sputtered nonsense, wasting what precious little time he had left.

Itachi avoided him as much as he possibly could, besides there was something about the creature that made him want to choke the closest being in sight,. A surprising feeling since Itachi had always prided himself on his level headed and calm demeanor.

“I have news about the girl” Zetsu taunted.

Itachi turned around, blood frozen in his veins.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he snapped quickly at the humanoid.

“I’ve seen you..." Zetsu cackled at his reaction. Itachi stayed in place, something in him preventing movement, despite the fact it was as sickening listening to Zetsu “I have been watching her. Oh yessss..... you watch your brother, but your sight always wanders back to her. You can’t resist it can you?... I wonder what it feels like. These strange human emotions.”

The Uchiha took a short breath as he realized what Zetsu was talking about.

“.... To be in love,” followed by another maniacal laugh. The cruelest sound he’d ever heard, voice dripping with malice.

“Y/N” Itachi whispered involuntairly. He tried to stop the sound, but it was already out of his mouth.

“Ahhhh so you do want to know... what I know”

Itachi said nothing.

“It’s happy news, crow. Happy, happy news!”

He swallowed hard, picturing her glossy hair, the way the light caught on top of her cupid’s bow. Soft hands brushing his neck. He could almost smell her.

“She’s getting married to the school teacher!”

And he broke.

Zetsu kept talking. Something about her getting engaged by the lake in a simple but intimate affair. He went on about how pretty and happy she looked when Iruka slipped a ring on her finger, but Itachi hardly heard any of it.

The only sound he heard was the thump of his heart over and over.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

She owned his heart, but he couldn’t own hers.

He retreated to his room, desperate for a quiet space, somewhere he could breathe.

He paced between the walls over and over, a lump forming in his throat, as he tried to process the news. It was impossible for him to have her, and he’d always known it. This was for the better, but still, it hurt so much.

He pulled his hair compulsively, his hands hurt.

He bit his lip slightly, and tasted some blood.

Pull yourself together, Itachi. You don’t break down. You’ve never broken down, so pull yourself together.

He rubbed his face roughly, shook his head and sat down at his desk. He pulled out a piece of paper and started writing.

My love,  

Dear Y/N,

I heard you’re getting married. I’m writing to offer you my sincerest congratulations on your marriage. I’m happy for you. I truly am. Iruka is a good man, something I could never be. I’m glad he makes you happy, you, more than anyone deserve it. I know he will take good care of you. I know you can take care of yourself, but he will be there for you whenever you don’t feel your best.

I hope he holds your hand when you break down, and kisses your cheeks when they’re wet with tears. I hope that if you get sick, he nurses you back to health and that if you feel like celebrating he won’t hesitate to dance with you. I hope he’ll do what I couldn’t do.

Remember the last time we were together? You were so unafraid, even though you knew what my robe meant, the slash across the leaf symbol on my headband. You still smiled at me, and I broke your heart.

What if I hadn’t had to do what I did? What if I hadn’t left? Instead of going down this path I’d stayed with you and Sasuke.

I had a silly thought while writing this. I don’t know why you would want to hear it. I don’t know if I’ll even give you this letter, so I suppose writing it does no harm.

I can still see you clearly even as my vision fails me now.

You wore a beautiful dress, embroidered with colorful flowers, like the ones we used to pick as children. You had that smile, the one I fell for, only this time it was bigger than ever. You were beautiful. We’d wander around the village looking for those magical little spots you could never stop talking about. And we’d stop for dango. Eat as much as we possibly could. Our friends were there, yours mostly, but Shisui would be there too, alive. Sasuke walking beside me, his face wasn’t contorted with that hateful look he wears now.

And you let me hold your hand.

You were mine.

It’s a silly thought. You’ll soon hear I’m dead, there’s not much time left for me anymore. Please don’t cry, know I was happy, because I had the chance to love you, and that alone has made my life worth living. I’ll die for my brother and for the village, which is more of an honor than I could ask for.

I’m sure you wedding will be nice, and you’ll look breathtaking. I wish you and Iruka the best.

Yours,

Itachi

——

Of course he went. He hid in the shadows and watched her for the last time as she walked down the aisle. Destiny had mocked him. it made sure she’d chosen the exact day he would die to get married.

Itachi saw her in her beautiful dress. She looked exactly how he’d pictured in his dream, except the hands that held hers at the altar weren’t his. He knew her heart belonged to another. He’d given up his chance of having her a long time ago, and now it was only his heart being broken.

He stuffed the letter into his pocket, and wished her every happiness with the man in front of her.

“Maybe in another life. Maybe it was us.”

He turned into a crow and flew straight towards his death.

[snickiebear]

Hello hello nadia, i’m in a leesaku mood today so pls indulge me with a three-sentence fic for this lil prompt “you are my best friend and I’ve known you platonically for years now but every time you look at me I get fireworks in my chest and butterflies in my stomach” tysm ilyyyy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

haha... this is, two days late. NIASDUKDSK IM SO SORRY THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST YOURE THE BEST ILY

side note: this is.... kind of what you wanted? AND LMAO ITS NOT THREE SENTENCES AGAIN WHOOPS

side side note: this is now crossposted bc i liked it a lot tbh :")

a cocoon in the heart, a spark in the brain.

It starts with a glance. An innocent, fleeting look. Naruto’s smile is too bright to look at for more than a handful of seconds and Sasuke’s glare is too dark to find anything of interest, so Sakura glances away, as she always does.

She glances away and there is Lee, dirtied and bloodied but he holds Neji’s hand, Tenten tucked under his arm, and is laughing, tears streaming down his face. He must have felt her eyes because he looks over and sends her a beaming smile. 

And. And her heart picks up, her breath catches. 

She quickly looks over to Naruto and Sasuke, being blinded by the light and dark both, and tries her best to not think of why one look from Lee can breed butterflies and moths in her stomach. 

.

.

.

They rebuild the village and everyone endures. Sasuke leaves once more because he is a boy who has never known staying, he has never stayed long enough to put roots in, to know how to stay. So, Naruto and Sakura let him go. 

(If she is being honest, Sakura is more than happy to have him leave. Sasuke will always be a rotten fruit in the tangle of her feelings, something that she will never quite understand, something that will haunt her no matter what she does. If he is not there, she does not have to think about it. He’s like a curse, and it hurts her to think that but it is true.)

Kakashi is the Hokage and Sakura is still laughing at him, clutching her stomach and howling at her friend’s “misfortune” as he calls it.

“Mah,” Kakashi half drawls, half pleads. “Must you laugh at your poor ex-sensei?”

Naruto is losing his absolute shit as they clutch each other to stay standing. “Kaka-sensei you do not look good in white.”

“It,” Sakura gasps, wiping tears from her face, “It-It really washes you out!”

Naruto’s knees give out and they both tumble to the ground, a mess and tangle of laughing limbs and leaking eyes. 

Kakashi sighs heavily from his desk but she knows he’s having just as much fun as they are. Kakashi is her best friend, she knows how he is when he’s drunk out of his mind and when he’s trying to bite back laughter. 

The door swings open and Lee steps in with Team Gai flanking him. Neji recovered incredibly well thanks to Sakura’s magic hands (as Naruto has deemed them) and they’ve been taking low ranking missions since he was deemed fit to return to duty. 

It takes a few moments for Sakura and Naruto’s heaving, snorting laughter to subside as Kakashi clears his throat, his eyes crinkling up in the way Sakura knows he’s really trying not to laugh. 

She looks up and glances at Lee, to find him already watching her, his eyes soft and smile softer. Sakura is a God Slayer along with Naruto and Sasuke, she has faced down hundreds of opponents with only her raw fists and come up victorious, she has dragged people back from the brink of death with a tap. 

Sakura does not blush. Out right refuses to. 

“Hey,” All breathless and raw from laughter.

Lee’s smile widens as he steps forward to offer his hand, she takes it without hesitation and thanks the God whose heart she ripped out that he was wearing gloves. She can feel the heat through them nonetheless. Sakura does her best not to shiver as their eyes meet. 

“You guys heading in or out?” Naruto asks after he hauled himself onto his feet, not hiding the way he eyes Lee and Sakura’s hands. The entire room’s eyes are on them. 

“In,” Tenten says slowly, and Sakura does not blush as she carefully extracts her hand from Lees and does not think about why there are fireworks exploding within her mind, why she misses the heat and the way his hand encompasses hers. 

.

.

.

She sees him everywhere now. 

At the Rusty Kunai, at the training fields, at lunch, sometimes even in the hospital. And every damn time he smiles at her, she feels like she’s coming back to life and being stabbed in the heart. 

Sakura has no idea if this was love or just lust. What she felt for Sasuke was not love, that was obsession and cruelty. She had crushes on civilian boys but they were too soft, unmarred compared to her countless scars, visible or not. 

Ino stares at her as if she’s the stupidest person in the world and Sakura smacks her for it. She hopes it leaves a bruise. The Bitch. “Stop giving me that look, Pig. I’ll hit you again, don’t tempt me.”

Ino glares as she rubs her arm, sticking out her tongue. “It isn’t my fault you aren’t using that big forehead of yours! You’re telling me that you two drink together, train together, you go to lunch together, he even visits you at the hospital because he knows you haven’t eaten or slept. And then you tell me you get all those stupid fluttery feelings and you don’t know what it means?”

And well. When she puts it like that. . .

Sakura pouts and crosses her arms, “It's confusing!”

“You’re a genius. An actual genius, Sakura.” Ino deadpans. “Your IQ is literally right next to Shikamaru’s. Lee has been in love with you since we were twelve! There is no way you don’t know what this means.”

Groaning, Sakura slumps into Ino’s lap, hiding her face in Ino’s thigh. “When did you become so smart?”

“When I made out with Hinata and then fucked her.” Ino says easily and Sakura laughs. “What? Don’t laugh! It's true!” 

Ino cackles when Sakura pinches her calf.

.

.

.

Lee moves with such elegance that Sakura aches with it. 

This boy made man who had known nothing but sweat and hardship, who still cups things with such tender and care, who moves so fluidly and hits so brutally.  

They are both the earth, solid and unyielding, they are the water, the hills, the mountains. They are unbreakable because they have broken themselves apart, pushed themselves past the very limit to reach where they are.

Sakura and Lee are 20 and they have saved the world. 

Now, they tear apart the training grounds just to keep life interesting. 

With every dodged fist her heart quickens because Lee is smiling and laughing, calling friendly taunts as she grins right back. 

This is nothing like Team 7’s spars, all bloodied teeth and snarling as Sasuke underestimates her again and again and again. Kakashi, Sai, and Yamato know better. Naruto is learning slowly. Sasuke never pays attention enough to know.  

No, sparring with Lee is like dancing, is like thriving, and a fresh breath of air at night as fireworks light up the sky and a butterfly lands on your nose. 

She lands a kick to his ribs and spends him flying back as she advances swiftly, pinning him down with a hand on his chest, knees on either side of his hips. 

A long pause as they try to catch their breathes.

They’re both breathing heavily, Sakura cannot tear her eyes away from him as he reaches a hand to tuck loose hair behind her ear.

“Lee,” She breathes, ignoring the way her face burns and the way butterflies have swarmed her insides, how her heart is raging against her ribcage. “Lee I-”

“Sakura.” Lee says, voice deep and rumbly and cracking. “Sakura, will you go out to lunch with me? Forever. Well, hopefully forever- you are so very Youthful, you are incredibly Strong, you do not need my protection, but Sakura, let me protect you anyways, just as you will me. Sakura-”

She channels her inner Ino and leans down to kiss him, all lips, teeth and tongue. His hands settle on her waist and he flips them without breaking contact and if they weren’t in public, well. . .

Sakura pulls back breathless and wide eyes before forcing the words out, “I’ve known you for years Lee, you’re one of my best friends.” Her hand on his chest can feel the way his breath catches, the way his heart is pounding. “Everytime you look at me I get fireworks in my chest and butterflies in my stomach. They’ve bred and infested my very insides, my brain blooms and rots with the thought of you.” 

He is shaking beneath her, staring at her as if she is Divine and Righteous and she cannot think of anything else she would want except his eyes on her. 

“Lunch?” She breathes, hand at the base of his neck. “I would like to have lunch with you. Forever. If the offer still stands.” 

Lee smiles wide and bright as he stands, pulling Sakura up with him, “The offer will always stand, Sakura. For you, there is very little I would not do.”

She kisses him again and hand in hand they go to lunch.

Facts:

The very first day Lee saw Sakura a cocoon formed within his heart, everytime after that more would form, more would crack.

The butterflies and moths have a home in his heart but only come alive when they see her.

They never die, no matter what he does.

He saw her crack the world open with a first, saw her tear open a God’s chest. He was the first thing she looked at after. He thought he would become alight with it all.

Lee loves Sakura. He always has, he always will. His heart has a butterfly garden full of fireworks just for her.

Her laugh makes his skin prickle, makes his muscles loose. He is addicted to it.

She looks at him like she sees the green of the trees and the blue of the sky. Lee revels in it.

Sakura loves Lee and it nearly breaks him.

He will take her out to lunch until the day they die and well after.

The butterflies and moths and fireworks never go away for either of them. It is the beauty of it all.

[wendibird]

SPN 15X19 Observations

So, here we are. Second-to-last episode of this show and what has been said will be the Season Finale. (While next week’s is the Series Finale.) 

Without further ado...

I don’t even know what to think going into this second-to-last episode. I don’t expect a “happy” ending to this show. But I can’t help hoping for a fitting one. One that makes some kind of sense. That does the characters justice. We’ll see how it goes. (Also, I want some GOOD content for Sam. *LOL*)

(Also, my notes might be sparse because I want to concentrate on the show.)

- Everyone’s gone.

- Except these three.

- Does Sam and Jack know about Cas?

- THEY DON’T KNOW YET!!! *crying* (To be clear, not upset that Dean didn’t tell them sooner. Since obviously there had to be a phone conversation at some point, or at least texting so they’d know where to meet up. THAT kind of news isn’t something to tell over the phone if you can help it.) 

- The music is really playing this up well.

- Oh Jack….. 

- And he’s still killing plants.

Commercial Thoughts:

I’ve said this again and again but I still don’t like how Chuck is being written. He might as well be rubbing his hands and cackling evilly. 

That being said, this really is sadistic. One of the few things that’s kept Sam and Dean going through all of this has been the people they’ve been able to save. (Crowely caught on to that in S8 and used it to good effect. But he was like a sniper, precise with it. Chuck is like a fricking nuke.) 

And Sam losing hope always makes me sad. (Have noticed the looks Dean keeps giving him. Still checking on him and how he’s doing and worrying about him.)

- This camera work is weird. Dream-like?

- DOGGY!!!!!

- omg Dean’s happy about a dog!

- WOW. That’s a new low.

- So, no animals? (Guess they’re gonna have to go vegetarian eventually if this doesn’t get fixed.)

- Michadam!!! 

- WHAT?! (No Adam?! HOW DARE CHUCK!!!)

Commercial Thoughts:

Okay, Chuck taking Adam is a really REALLY low-blow! (But then, that might be what pushed Michael to decide to help them after all.) 

Not surprised that Michael can’t open the book. Wondering if Jack can? Or they could call some reapers and see who wants the job of the next Death. *LOL* Hold interviews. “What will you do for us if we give you this promotion?” (crack thoughts, don’t mind me.)

I’m not sure if Chuck has realized that they have nothing left to lose. And that’s generally when people are at their most dangerous. (I mean yes, they have each other, but in the wake of what’s been lost? Literally the whole world? They can’t let that go. They can’t just sit back and treat it as a vacation. It’s not how they are.)

- CAS?! 

- WTF?!?!?!?! (Did NOT want to see Lucifer again tbh. And apparently neither did Dean. *LOL*)

- Okay, so Lucifer promoted the next Death.

- Is he actually dead this time?

- One can only hope.

- YEY! LUCIFER IS DEAD AGAIN!!!

Commercial thoughts:

So…. what was the point of all that again? 

Okay, I get that in the end, the book is open and now they can hopefully read it. Seems kind of convoluted. (Also, do NOT get me started on the whole “God and the Darkness have no pull in the Empty”. Unless God just replicated Lucifer, like I theorize he did with Lilith.) 

Wondering if they just did all that to have Luci and Mark P. back one more time.

- Sam being his super-smart self! <3

- What is Sam not saying?

- Hey! Isn’t that the lake where Jack was born?

- FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! Fricking Michael.

- Bloody winchesters

- That’s what Sam wasn’t saying. I don’t think they trusted Michael.

- Sam figured something out.

- Wow. That is some poetic justice!

- I’m actually impressed with that.

- So now what?

Commercial Thoughts:

Wow. Okay, that was a weird twist of a way to get there. But I’ve honestly got to say that I like it. It works. (I’d always hoped Jack would still be the key to Chuck’s downfall.)

I still feel sorry for Amara though. Like, is she just nothingness? Is she an alternate personality deep inside Chuck now? 

And what about Jack? Can he put things back to how they’re supposed to be? Bring everyone back? Did he get Chuck’s knowledge as well as his power? At least of who all he took away? 

Guess we’ll have to see.

Also, usually I’m not a fan of the trope of the “Good guys” sparing the villain who’s killed tons of people because “they’re above killing”. But in this case? It really was fitting. And a worse punishment than killing Chuck would have been.

- OH GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!

- Sammy’s cafe!

- (Okay I’m getting a little misty)

- His smile!!! 

- OKay, I might cry now.

- They raised God.

- Awwww….. (The names)

- Okay, so, I’m not okay! (But I’m okay with it, so… good thing?)

- So it ends with them doing whatever it is they want? 

- I wonder if the Apocalypse World people were brought back? And their other friends. (And Eileen? I’m sorry, I know not everyone ships it, but I do, and now Sam doesn’t have the great Plot of the Universe conspiring against him.)

After-Show Thoughts: (After I’ve had a few hours to ponder things)

Let me just say, the music in this episode? Like, just even the background music? It was amazing! It did such a good job of invoking the emotions that were being felt by the guys. And their choices of songs used were also good. :) 

Michael: So, in some ways his character shift in this episode seems odd after the last time we saw him. But then I thought more about it, and I think Adam’s death had a lot to do with it. In the previous episode in which we saw them, of the two of them Adam actually seemed to be more stable, and often had good, grounding advice for Michael. Now with him gone, all Michael had was himself. And at heart, he still wanted his father’s love, despite everything that had happened. And I still think he’s an interesting Parallel/Contrast to Dean, who also had the same father-worship for a long time, but over time he’s come to understand that John was wrong about a lot of things, and he needs to make his own way. I don’t think that’s something that Michael ever REALLY learned. Not deep down. 

Lucifer: I found his presence here to be annoying. I get that he moved the plot along. And I get how much at least half of Buckleming love him. I am glad that his part was brief and that he didn’t get a redemption arc. I do wish Sam had been able to kill him. (I know, he couldn’t have because only another archangel with an archangel blade yadda-yadda. STILL though…) Or that there had maybe been SOME meaningful interaction between him and Sam for old time’s sake, since that always gets nice and spicy. (Because Jared and Mark P. always keep in mind everything that’s happened between them and put that into their performances.) But time limits and all that. Also, why were there no wing-shadows on the floor when Lucifer died? There were wing shadows on the floor of the friggen church at the end of S13 and he died like 15 feet up in the air. *LOL* I mean, then whenever Sam looked at the floor in the Library he could remember that Lucifer is Dead for Good. 

And I just rewatched the scene again and when he died, he just went poof. Like, in the past, unless a finger-snap thing is involved that’s not what happens when angels die. If they get stabbed, there’s usually been a body left behind. Heck, at the end of S13 there was a full-on light-show. Now it almost looked like a regular angel death just with redder light instead of silvery-blue. Was that because it was just a thrown-together mock-up of Lucifer that Chuck made? (Like with Lilith? Because he’s NOT supposed to have any sway in the Empty! Dammit, how hard is it for the writers to remember the stuff that was already established?!)  

(Sorry. Continuity issues bug me. And they’ve bugged me from Season 1 on, so I know that’s not a new thing. But it does feel like they’ve gotten especially worse this season.) 

(Also, I’m starting to get tired so I’m going to try to wrap this up here. *LOL*)

I did like how they brought Chuck down. When it comes down to it, they weren’t following a pre-set plan. (Well, what happened probably WAS written in that book, but they didn’t know what it was.) Instead they found their own way with what they had. They figured out what was going on with Jack, and Sam figured out some bullshit spell to make some cool light-effects in order to fool Michael and Chuck into thinking they were setting it up for him. The only aspect of it that fell a little flat for me was the extended exposition on how they’d done it. It’s a trope that crops up a lot. The whole “Haha see what I did there!” But, on the other hand, I also realize that unless they’d shown us each step of the process as it was happening, there was no real way around presenting it that way. And it WAS more dramatic to have the audience in the dark until that moment. Also, I can’t deny the effectiveness of the scene where Chuck keeps beating them down but they keep standing up again. I mean, isn’t that an allegory for their whole lives? And at the end he’s incredulous as to why or even HOW they can still stand. What makes them keep going? True, part of it was that they knew the plan, and they knew this was part of it. (Which I think is why Sam opened it up with punching Chuck. To turn the confrontation more physical and draw it out, or he might have decided after all to just finger-snap them.) But part if it is also them just being them. They’ve both been down this road before. Like their whole lives have been this road. And they’ve both been to hell. Both suffered unimaginable tortures. And they just keep going. When one stumbles the other gets up. Or they get each other up. And they laugh in God’s face. Just… THAT was well-done. And Chuck's ending with them NOT killing him? That was absolutely poetic. Because now he's busted down to "normal" and has to figure out actual life (or just end his, but he'd have to do it himself) and he didn't even get an "ending" of his creations killing him. Because even if he did make them, he clearly still doesn't understand them. And I liked them saying "no" to the revenge game. (After making sure that he couldn't come back again as a problem. Cause they ain't dumb either. Despite what everyone keeps saying about them.) 

I also loved the scene where Jack brings everyone back. I would have liked to have seen some shots of some of the individual ones that we’d come to know being back, like Donna, some of those AU people (Eileen!) but I also get this ep was shot during Covid so they probably couldn’t get as many people back. (I hope some of them at least get name-dropped in the next episode so we know for sure that they’re back and alive.) But anyway, I thought the scene was well done, that song was a GOOD choice for it! (But then, I am a bit biased. It’s among some of the music I grew up listening to because my parents had it.) It may not be classic rock, but classic folk is fitting for the new God. :) 

Overall, I thought there were some pacing issues with this episode, but in general I was happier with it than the previous one. I’ve just been re-watching it (because I never catch everything the first time through, especially when I’m trying to take notes) and I just noticed something. Near the end when Sam and Dean are in the Library and Dean says “To everyone that we lost along the way.” I first was a bit puzzled about that, because my mind went to the more immediate people that they’d lost recently, and whom I’m assuming Jack brought back too. But on re-watching I thought about it in a grander scale. How many people have they lost in their lives due to Chuck’s story? Because Chuck thought it would make things more dramatic? I think he was reflecting on their whole lives, not just the last 48 or so hours. And that makes sense too with what Sam said following, about them finally being able to write their own story. (And yes, I know that Cas was not one of those brought back. At least, he doesn’t seem to have been. And though I don’t ship him and Dean, I don’t doubt for a minute that Dean cares/cared about him very much. It’s okay to love your friends. But I didn’t get the feeling that he was JUST talking about one person. That held the weight of years of losses.) 

I thought the ending montage was brilliant! Honestly, if the show ended here, I would have been okay. Not saying I DON’T want another episode! I’ll take whatever I can get. And I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing where they take their story. So yeah, looking forward to the next (and final *cries*) episode.

Anyway, that’s about all I can really dredge up this late at night. *LOL* This will be the LAST time I do one of these knowing there’s more to come. It’s the last week we’ll all wait in suspense for what’s going to happen next. After next week's episode we'll be into new territory of "That's all there is and ever will be." This has been quite a journey, and I haven’t liked all of it, but overall I still love this weird little show, and even more so the characters that we've met through it. So, to quote Bobby, “Here’s to runnin’ into you guys on the other side.”

[therapist-solarist]

Shots Go Bang In The Night; As We Quit Our Vices

Hello lovelies, here’s a new DR fic. (What I think most if not all my follower’s are here for at this point tbh...) Here’s the AO3 link, this Video that inspired this and below the description. Take the tags and warning's seriously please!!! 

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    !!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF DANGANRONPA V3!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! 

TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH & IMPLIED SU!C!DE, 

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 “Enough! That’s enough! I’ve had enough!!”

The pause in the room is audible as he takes a shaking breath in losing his grip on the podium as he spins to Kaito’s direction.

“Kaede asked me to take care of all of you! She asked me to save all of you and get you through each trial and all you-” He nearly glares at Tsumugi and Kaito as he continues “-are doing right now is making that impossible!”

He heaves in another breath.

“All of the evidence is right here, it’s right here, it’s right here Kaito! Tsumugi! Open your eyes even if you don’t want to. I don’t want to I don’t-”

His chest rattles as he pulls his arms to his chest and tries not to let burning hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Or the time Shuichi quits being the trial leader.

                                                      x. Persuade

cause (someone) to believe something, especially after a sustained effort; convince.

This isn’t working.

“Who cares about the motive? Let’s vote for the culprit already!”

Kokichi’s voice boomed through the room, the high ceiling and rounded walls bouncing his explanation as if it were a battle cry of sorts. 

Tsumugi’s voice cracks as she follows his words, “I care about the motive!”

“Well, I don’t care. Finding the culprit is more important in this class trial.” Kokichi held up a hand and inspected his nails, seemingly bored as the room glared his way. 

“And anyways, Talking about the motive is meaningless. It’s not necessary for this specific case.”

“No matter what you say, I’ll never believe your lies!”

The sinking feeling in his gut strengthened as he watched Kaito clench a fist and hold onto the podium tuning his knuckles almost white with how strong his grip was. 

“We all agree that Gonta is the culprit right? It would be impossible for anyone but him.”

“Impossible? Why?”

“It’s pretty obvious if you-”

“Kokichi stop.” 

The room seemed to pause and all eyes turned his way. He gripped the podiums railing a bit tighter and tried not to let the anxiety he felt with everyone’s eyes on him show.

“Stop?”

“Yes, stop.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you made your point.”

“And?” 

The podium lurched under his feet as it moved him and kokichi to the center of the circle. It seemed Monokuma wanted more entertainment. Fine then. 

“And the truth is out and the point is made. What else do you want? As long as everyone thinks about it you’ve won and made a point. What more do you want? You did just say the motive didn’t matter. You should have faith others will vote without it then right?”

He watched as Kokichi’s face goes blank again. The stare is unnerving but he doesn’t back down when he sees the boy in question tilt his head and narrow his eyes at him. It was rare but it seemed the shell had cracked for a moment.

“Fine. But will you get everyone else to understand than?”

“They already sh-”

“Why would we listen to him Shuichi??” Shuichi takes a breath in as the podium pulls him back to Kaito’s side. “I mean, what reason has he given us?”

“Yeah! why would we tr-trust him!” Tsumugi leaned over her railing a bit, staring him down with a slightly unsettled look. 

The urge to scream for one moment was a dizzying feeling. Maybe if he yelled someone would get it. Maybe they’d think about the information they had. As soon as Kokichi had shared about the murder plan and revealed Gonta as the blackened it had all snapped into place. They just had to think about it!  “What about this is hard to understand! I gave you the answers, Shumai even said so himself that I was right!”

He grit his teeth as a new way of complaints burst forth from Kaito’s and Tsumugi’s mouths. Across from him, Maki’s lips are pursed and she’s exchanging a glance with Himiko. They both look resigned but aren’t actively fighting him and the other two at this point.

 “And another thing yo-” He feels his chest tighten as the insults flow from Momota over to Kokichi. 

“Enough! That’s enough! I’ve had enough!!”

The pause in the room is audible as he takes a shaking breath in losing his grip on the podium as he spins to Kaito’s direction. 

“Kaede asked me to take care of all of you! She asked me to save all of you and get you through each trial and all you-” He nearly glares at Tsumugi and Kaito as he continues “are doing right now is making that impossible!” 

He heaves in another breath. 

“All of the evidence is right here, it’s right here, it’s right here Kaito! Tsumugi! Open your eyes even if you don’t want to. I don’t want to I don’t-”

His chest rattles as he pulls his arms to his chest and tries not to let burning hot tears roll down his cheeks.

“I can’t do this anymore! I refuse to if this is how it’s going to go!”

“Shuichi-”

“I mean you guys can’t stop arguing for-” “Shuichi-!”

“Not even five minutes! Why can’t you listen to us! The clues are here and-”

“SHUICHI!” 

A hand reaches out to grab his arm and he slaps the hand away on instinct, the touch almost burning as he does so.

“Kaito no! I refuse! I don’t want to see this anymore. I know it’s the truth and I know what’s going to happen!” He wraps himself up in his own arms again and takes a gasping breath in the tears rolling freely now. 

 “If you guys think for a moment this doesn’t make me want to give up or call it quite you are wrong. I hate this gift, I hate this talent, I hate the truth! It’s cruel.” 

 “Shuichi…” He refused to look up and meet Himiko’s eyes but he knows from across the circle her face is the same as the day they found Tenko, the day they had sat in the room and debated her friend’s blackened. He doesn’t meet her eyes for this reason. 

 “But what if he’s wrong.” 

 The reprieve he’s felt for the singular moment is shattered as he breaks out into a shuttering sob as the urge to scream and throw something again invade his chest. It’s so useless trying to do this. It’s so useless to talk sense into those who want to avoid the truth.

  “But he’s not. He’s not and I refuse to vote on it.”

The outcry that rolls through the room pass over him as he digs his nails into his arms, the scratchy fabric of his jacket rubbing against his skin, grounding him in the moment. 

 “Isn’t that against the rules?”

“You’ll die too!”

“Hey now, don’t go to that extreme I’m sure there’s another way to figure this out-”

“Saihara don’t.”

“Gonta don’t want Shuichi to do that-”

“It’s Shumai’s choice.”

He glances up and feels the hopelessness of the room around him.

“Wellll as interesting as this is, it’s time to wrap things up!” 

There’s a call of outcry from half the rooms members. Varying from “That’s not enough time!” to “we still don’t know yet!” 

The resounding cackle Monokuma let’s out is one that should chill him to the bones but he finds he can’t care that much. He won’t vote. If they can’t trust his deductions and Kokichi’s confession then he can’t in good faith keep leading them. The truth hurts, they should know this by now. It should be easy for them to see this is no longer something they can run from. 

Above him, he hears the noise of the first vote click into place. More cries of outrage ring out from around him, he ignores them and glances up to the scoreboard. One vote is highlighted for Gonta. And the noise rings out again and a second vote is cast. Two votes for Gonta. Three votes. Four votes. Five votes. One vote for Kokichi. Two votes.

He won’t vote this time. 

“Saihara are you going to vote.” Maki’s voice is nowhere near concerned but it’s also unlike her normally harsh tone. 

“I already said I won’t.” 

He glances down and meets her eyes. He feels her gaze burn him, scolding him for what he’s about to put them through, maybe forgiving him. He’s not sure if that’s a good or bad thing to wish for. He just feels tired. Burnt out to the bone in a way he’ll never be able to escape. 

“Shuichi come on, vote, please!” Kaito’s voice is wavering slightly. “Can’t lose my sidekick after all right…?”

He thinks now is a good time to scream. 

And maybe he is screaming when the timer hit’s zero and he spares a glance at Kaito, his eyes pleading with him until they aren’t anymore, they are fearful as he digs his finger’s into his arms and screams so loud he can’t hear himself and-

                                                       . . .

The screen in front of her lets out a muffled bang of a gun and then a second one as a body drops to the floor in a heap, footsteps following behind the sound, tears rolling down faces and other cries of outrage following behind it all. 

She doesn’t hide her smile as she leans on the desk and lets herself get much too close to the screen. She’d be scolded on her un-ladylike look if anyone saw her like this. Or maybe they’d be too scared to correct her. She doesn’t really care. 

Instead, the screen keeps her attention as she watches them all crowd around the dead avatar on screen. A pity really, she liked how this test season was going. She’d have to tweak his personality a bit the next time around before the actual game. 

Can’t have her favored protagonist dying now can she?

“Miss.Enoshima?”

She tilts her head away from the screen and turns back to the man standing at the door. 

“What.”

“Do you want us to restart the simulation? Chapter one? Or try again from chapter four with new tweaks?”

She pitties the loss that this older intern doesn’t flinch at her anymore. Must be over all of her fun blackmail tricks nowadays.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll send a list of tweaks over. Bye now.” She doesn’t give him anymore prompting any the door behind her closes as she watches the screen once more. Tsumugi was doing a good job but really, no one did as well as she could when she was in the simulations. A shame really because she had loved when they’d done season one together and had missed the feeling of dying. Maybe she could sneak in some time and program herself a new death while filming happened. It’d be a shame if this season started late though. 

Oh well. The show must go on, 

                                                       right?

[fullmetalscullyy]

Can I please request some Modern AU with a spoonful of pining/adorkable Roy and tons of fluff? :D :D thank youuuu in advance, Emma!!

so i’ve fallen in love with this oneshot and writing their banter in a modern setting uwu thank you for this tas!! 

also i hope the texting reads well in this format ksjdfjk i realise the format is 14:00pm which is a bit redundant but i didnt notice until reading it back on here aaaaand tbh i’ve waited too long to post this and its 10:30pm so i really can’t be bothered changing it at this point

part 2 | part 3

There was an incessant banging on his apartment door.Stumbling through his living room, Roy cursed as he kicked the corner of hiscouch hard, his toe throbbing. His irritation growing by the second, hisvisitor still banging away on thedoor like there was no tomorrow, he wrenched the door open with a glare. Riza,his neighbour, stood on the other side of the door, hand raised and poised toknock again with an impatient expression.

“What?” he growled irritably.

“Hey,” she greeted brightly, unconcerned about the time andthe sacred rite that was a lie in on a fucking Saturday. “Can I ask you a favour?”

“Riza, it’s Saturday morning.”

“And?” Damn her. Dam her and her ability to rise at six inthe morning any day of the week. The woman had probably never slept past sevenbefore in her life. Roy, on the other hand, appreciated and valued his sleep.

“Saturday,” hestressed slowly. He had finished work late last night and had been lookingforward to his sleep. Now it had been ruined by Riza.

They were good friends and hung out frequently. Starting offas neighbours who politely greeted each other every morning, they quicklydiscovered they shared mutual friends, so it was easy for their relationship todevelop. To Roy it had been the most natural thing. The only down side was saidfriends were both couples and they ended up third wheeling any outing theyattended. Through this, however, they had formed a close friendship, which hedeeply valued.

But when she interrupted his morning by loudly banging on his front door for about five minutes instead ofwaiting for a more respectable hour, Riza really tried his patience.

“Good observation,” she quipped. “Anyway, I need a favour,if you’re up for it?”

Roy sighed, admitting defeat. He rubbed his eyes tiredly,resigned to the fact that for the fourteenth day in a row, he had been woken upat six thirty in the morning.

“What?” he asked irritably.

“I’ve got a work thing tonight and I need you to come withme.” Roy narrowed his eyes critically, eyeing her open and honest expression.

“What’s this really about?”

With a sigh, she finally revealed the truth. “You know thatguy I was dating?”

“The stick?”

Riza huffed. “He’s not a stick.”

“Riza, he’s built like a stick.”

“Anyway, it didn’twork out and now I have… a situation.”

It shouldn’t have excited him so much to hear that herrelationship with Stick Man Dan didn’t work out. Roy wasn’t blind, Riza was abeautiful woman. Plus, he adored her as a friend. They had clicked instantlyand the banter they shared was effortless. If things were to progress furtherbetween them, Roy certainly wouldn’t say no.

“A situation?” Roy asked doubtfully, yawning loudly. “Whatkind of situation?”

“Just some friendly stalking, that’s all.”

That woke him up.“He’s stalking you?”

Riza nodded and Roy didn’t miss the briefest flash of worryappear on her face. “Have you gone to the police?”

Riza nodded. “Yeah, of course, but they won’t do anything.”

“Why?” he asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.Regardless of his feelings towards Riza, they should be doing something aboutit.

“Apparently until he does something concrete, and there’sevidence, they can’t charge him.”

“Bullshit.”

Riza’s lips quirked upwards. “I’m inclined to agree. Anyway,it’s fine. I can look after myself. My hope was that you could accompany me tothis thing tonight to try and gently tell him that, you know, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, tone concerned. “Do you needsomewhere to stay? Is it that serious?”

Riza smiled at him instead of replying, Roy unable todetermine the emotion on her face. “No, thank you. I’m okay.”

“Let me know if you do. And if Stick Man Dan comes around,give me a text or a knock.”

“I will,” she smiled that cryptic smile, expression soft.“Thank you.”

“Okay then. What time do I need to be ready for?”

“Six, if that’s okay?”

“No problem.”

“It’s date,” she grinned.

“But be warned,” Roy added. Riza’s expression turnedexpectant. “Wake me up, banging on my door, at this time tomorrow and I will remove your hands from the ends ofyour arms.”

Riza grinned. “Thanks Roy!” She walked towards the lift, aspring in her step, completely unconcerned about his empty-but-tempting threat.He sighed, closing his door, but smiled as he re-entered his apartment. Anevening with Riza on a “date” didn’t seem so bad.

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RM: What do Ineed to wear tonight? 13:44pm

RM: Smart?Casual? We talking tux? 13:44pm

RH: Smart casual is fine.13:51pm

RM: Wow. Thankyou. Much helpful. Very cool. 13:51pm

RH: You’re welcome.13:52pm

RH: Do I detect sarcasm?13:52pm

RM: Your powersof deduction are unparalleled. 13:53pm

RH: Thank you. I pridemyself on that. 13:54pm

RH: Idk just weartrousers and a shirt. 13:54pm

RM: Still nothelpful. 13:55pm

RH: Idk, I’m nota dude. I don’t know what you wear on a night out. 13:55pm

RM: Where is itbeing held? 13:56pm

RH: In a function suite.It’s just a gathering to celebrate a colleague retiring. Dan will be therebecause he was a friend of the retiree and one of my colleagues. 13:57pm

RM: Stick ManDan is friends with old age pensioners? 13:58pm

RM: Riza.13:58pm

RH: Shut your mouth rightnow. I already regret the decision no need to rub it in. 13:59pm

RH: And if you say I toldyou so I will punch you in the face. Guaranteed. 13:59pm

RM: What acatch. 14:01pm

RH: I hope you enjoy thatpunch coming your way in approximately 4 hours. 14:01pm

RM: Hey if noone else will make fun of you for it I’ve got to step up to the plate. 14:05pm

RM: I’m justfulfilling my duty as a friend. 14:05pm

RH: Two punches. 14:05pm

RM: Come at me.I look forward to them. 14:06pm

RM: So… Aboutthat dress code… 14:10pm

RH: Roy. You’re a grownass man. Dress yourself. 14:11pm

RM: Do you wantStick Man Dan to get the message or not? 14:11pm

RH: What, pray tell,message could you send from the way you are dressed? 14:12pm

RM: That I’m asexy motherfucker and you’ve done so much better than him already? 14:13pm

RH: … 14:13pm

RH: Insert picture of melaughing my ass off while rolling my eyes here. 14:13pm

RM: Juststaying true to myself. 14:13pm

RH: Keep telling yourselfthat buddy. 14:14pm

RM: To behonest anyone is a step up from Stick Man Dan. 14:14pm

RH: All right I’m goingnow. I’ve got more important shit to do than tell a grown man how to dress fora “date”. 14:15pm

RH: I thought you were“Mr. Hot Stuff” anyway? Surely you know how to dress for a date. 14:15pm

RH: Wait. 14:17pm

RH: You’ve gone on a datebefore, haven’t you? 14:17pm

RM: I’m noteven going to dignify that stupid question with an answer. 14:22pm

RH: Oh my god. 14:22pm

RH: Hahahaha. 14:22pm

RH: That pause speaksvolumes. 14:22pm

RM: I was inthe bathroom. 14:22pm

RH: TMI dude. 14:23pm

RH: Roy is not the“player” he makes himself out to be. Confirmed. 14:23pm

RH: I can’t wait to tellBecca. 14:25pm

RM: Youwouldn’t dare. 14:24pm

RH: ; ) 14:28pm

RM: Yourloyalties, and any impending betrayals, are noted. 14:29pm

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“I’m going to kill you,” Roy grinned, trying to hide hisirritation as they walked arm in arm towards the function room where this partywas being held. “Really, Riza. This time, I will.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she muttered under her breathquickly before greeting a colleague and introducing Roy.

“You told Catalinaof all people.” Riza snickered beside him, steering Roy towards the buffettable. “You lied to her as well.”

“You neither confirmed, nor denied, if it was true.”

“I said I wouldn’t dignify it with an answer,” he bit back,his irritation rising. He couldn’t believeRiza had said to Catalina that he’d never been on a date before. Of course, he had been on a date before.The woman had phoned him up, cackling, asking if it was true. No matter what hesaid, Rebecca refused to accept any other answer.

God, he hated those two when they were together. A force tobe reckoned with, for sure, and often at his expense. Although they were maddening,Roy never minded it really. It was all good fun. However, it was just asentertaining to banter back and forth with Riza about the situation.

“Well, now we know you have,” she deadpanned, picking up apaper plate and filling it with food.

Roy followed suit, a smirk on his face as he shook his headin amusement. “I don’t feel so bad about making fun of you about Stick Man Dananymore. In fact, I don’t feel bad at all.”

“I would care butthat’s history.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he muttered in her ear, picking outthe Stick Man himself heading their way, his approach unknown to Riza. Roy shothim a polite smile, which was ignored.

“What?” she asked, mid turn.

“Hey, Riza,” Stick Man Dan greeted his ex, still completelyignoring Roy. Thanks, mate.

Roy had never liked him. He was built like a stick, all skinand bones, and taller than anyone Roy had ever met, which did nothing in hisfavour in the appearance department. Every time they met up as a group, hewould completely gloss over everyone who wasn’t Riza, offering only one-wordanswers. Not to mention he hated Roy for some unknown reason. He couldn’tfigure out what it was. Roy would chuckle to himself when he considered StickMan Dan may have felt threatened by him.

Roy had often wondered what Riza saw in him. “As a concernedfriend,” he would tell Hughes and Catalina irritably when they gave each otherThe Look. Said look was a “oh-shit-he-loves-her” look.

Amusement aside, Roy did consider how it looked from anoutsider’s perspective. Both he and Riza were very close. Probably too close inthe opinion of significant others, but nothing had ever happened. It didn’tmean Roy didn’t want it too, but ifRiza wasn’t interested, then so be it. He wasn’t about to mess up thisfriendship and make it awkward by asking her.

As Stick Man Dan ignored Roy, he considered that perhapsthey were close enough that it wouldn’t makeit awkward between them. They told each other everything.

Only one way to find out, however now was not the time.

“So, you’re here with Gerald?” Riza asked him politelygripping Roy’s arm tighter and sliding an arm around his waist. Not expectingsuch close contact, his breath hitched as he ate, but was luckily able to hideit behind that.

“Gerald, unfortunately, was unable to make it tonight,however I thought I would just come anyway to honour Janine.”

Roy frowned. What person comes to a friend’s retirementparty? At said friend’s place of work?

A stalker, looking tosee someone who shot them down.

Roy shifted, wrapping his arm around Riza’s shoulder as hecontinued to eat, staring Stick Man Dan down. His hand came to rest on saidshoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. Dan seemed to realise who it wasstanding beside Riza, and his eyes flicked to Roy’s briefly, before moving toRoy’s hand on Riza. If a six foot seven bean pole could look dangerous, thenthat’s what Stick Man Dan’s eyes looked like.

And Roy did notlike it.

Apparently, neither did Riza. She was tense underneath his arm,so he rubbed his shoulder in response. This man made her uncomfortable now,that was for sure. That was his job tonight, as a friend, to help her make itthrough this night and get rid of this guy forever. The only way Stick Man Danwould ever take the hint was if they were convincing.

However, he didn’t want to push the boundaries too much –

Oh my god, Roy, chill.You’re here as a friend, that’s it. Nothing more. Just help her out.

“That’s very nice of you,” Riza replied.

Stick Man Dan’s eyes flicked over to Roy’s once more. Oh, so he wasn’t invisible? Who knew? “Iwas wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?”

“Sorry, Janine asked us to come and speak to her after we’vegrabbed a plate,” Riza lied smoothly. Roy watched as the disappointment crossedStick Man Dan’s face, feeling very pleased by the show. Riza begun to walk away,neglecting to offer Dan another chance for his talk, and Roy let his arm drop,regrettably, but followed after her.

“Can you see me?” Roy whispered to her quietly, leaning inclose, as they left Stick Man Dan at the buffet table alone.

“What?” Riza asked, looking up at him, confused.

“Can you see me?” he repeated. “Stick Man Dan acted as if Iwasn’t there and I was wondering if I’ve miraculously achieved the ability toturn invisible.” Riza snorted, loudly. “I mean, it would come in incrediblyuseful. I’ll be disappointed if you cansee me at this point.”

“Shut up,” she laughed quietly, approaching the woman of thehour. “He’s an ass.”

“I honestly don’t know what you saw in him,” Roy joked,sighing dramatically. He would never let on that he was being serious. “I mean,clearly he was a charmer.”

“He never liked you, did he?” Riza smirked, popping asandwich in to her mouth.

“Oh, we were best buds. Me and Dan?” He rose his hand,crossing over his pointer and middle finger. “We were tight, just like that.”

“Shut up,” she chuckled.

The rest of the evening was pleasant. Riza’s colleagues weregood people who welcomed him with open arms. Apparently, they were in on thewhole stalker situation, and were aware of Roy’s role in the night. It didn’tstop them from playing it up, perhaps too much. As much as Roy enjoyedpretending that he and Riza were a couple, that was just it.

Pretend.

“Do you want to go with them?” Riza whispered in his ear.The feeling of her hot breath on his ear made him shiver, goose bumps rising onhis flesh. There were a few people who were going out for the night to a clubnearby. Truthfully, Roy didn’t want the evening to end. He enjoyed having hisarm around Riza as they sat together, their thighs pressed against each other.Holding her hand was something he couldn’t get enough of, and often foundhimself stroking the back of it with his thumb as they sat.

It’s all an act,he kept reminding himself.

But as the night wore on, Roy found he didn’t want it to bejust an act.

So, he agreed to going out to the club.

That was his first mistake.

His second came when they were dancing under the dimlighting, smoke coiling around their legs as they moved dangerously close to one another. Roy saw, rather than felt, hishand reaching out to brush her bangs off her face, his hand curving around hercheek to cup it. Riza’s eyes that had once been on the space between them hadsnapped up to meet his, both their dancing slowly coming to a stop. A thumbbrushed over her cheekbone and Riza’s eyes widened. The music in the clubdulled to a heavy thump, the wordsfading away to become obsolete.

He pressed his lips gently against Riza’s, feeling herbreathing hitch underneath them. His free hand made its way to her waist, handgliding effortlessly across the material of her silk top as it moved around toher lower back. Riza responded eagerly, deepening the kiss after she locked herarms around his neck, pulling him tightly against her body.

For a few moments all was right in the world. This felt good. It felt natural. It made Roywonder why they hadn’t done it sooner. He pulled back, as if his brain finallyrealised what he had done, and who hehad kissed.

Riza was a friend. This was supposed to be pretend. Not thatRiza could hear him, but he stuttered, trying to apologise for oversteppingthat final boundary.

The look in her eyes told Roy she was okay with it.

One of her own hands rose to cup his cheek this time, drawing his lips back against hers.

*          *          *

“Would… Would you like to come in for a coffee?”

Riza smiled tiredly. She had ridden in the lift with her headon his shoulder, eyes closed, and a small smile on her face. It had made Roy’sstomach go crazy and grip her hand tighter as they stood waiting on theirfloor.

That second mistake was working out all right.

“I would love to, but I think I’m just going to go tosleep.”

“See, if you slept in at the weekend, you wouldn’t be sotired at one am.”

Riza smirked but the lift dinged at their floor before she would reply.

“Maybe one day, you could teach me,” she replied, playingcoy, before giving him a wink as she stepped out of the lift. That left Roystaring after her, desire in his eyes.

A hand stilled the one on her door handle, gently but firmlyspinning Riza around so her back was against her apartment door. Roy’s handswere pressed flat against Riza’s apartment door, trapping her head betweenthem. Her surprised squeak was adorable and so was the grin on her face as Roybent to kiss her lips. Since he had done it for the first time in the club, he hadached to do it again.

“See you tomorrow?” Roy murmured, his hands moving slowly upand down her waist.

“See you tomorrow,” she agreed, her face and neck flushedfrom their activities. “You can count on it.”

He bid her goodnight and entered his own empty apartment. Thememory of kissing Riza, the feelings of her skin underneath his hands on herwaist, the softness of her hair as he ran his hands through it feverishly were freshin his mind as they lulled him peacefully to sleep.

Only to be interrupted by incessant knocking on hisapartment door.

At six thirty in the morning.

There is only one person…

Gearing up for his charade of being truly irritated, butready to joke with his friend, his retort about removing her hands from theends of her arms died on his tongue. One look at Riza’s face told him this visitwas different. She looked… scared?

“Can… Can I stay here?” Her voice was hesitant and quiet,almost fearful. His irritation gone after hearing her speak, Roy opened thedoor wider so she would enter his apartment. He was worried. Riza never looked like this.

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?”

Riza shook her head, offering him her phone instead ofreplying. Apprehensively, Roy took the phone from her unresisting hands.

Unknown Number: Riza weneed to talk. I didn’t like what I saw tonight. I don’t like you spending timewith that guy. I won’t allow it. 06:21am

Roy looked up at her from the screen. Her eyes were castdown towards the floor, not looking at him in the eye.

“I got that this morning, a few minutes after I woke up.”

He tried to reign in his anger. He really did. Was he watching her? The thought made himphysically ill and see red at the same time. “This happen often?” he askedcurtly, but somehow, he already knew her answer.

“Yes,” she replied in a small voice.

“Has it ever escalated?” Riza was silent and that was theonly answer Roy needed. “Why didn’t you tellme?”

“I could handle it,” she replied, voice stronger now. “Buteven after last night he still hasn’t gotten the hint and…”

“What?”

“I’m scared,” she whispered. “I’m scared of what he might do,of what he’s possibly already done, and I… I don’t want to be alone right now.Especially not in my apartment.”

Roy closed the door behind her, putting the chain across it,as if a reassurance that Dan wouldn’t get anywhere near her. Not while Roy wasaround anyway.

“Block that number after you’ve reported him to the police,”Roy told her. “I’ll drive you down there tomo – Well, at a more respectablehour,” he quipped.

“Why don’t we just go now?” Riza asked, confused. Ah, of course, Misswhat-is-sleeping-past-six-am?

“I’m going back to bed,” Roy told her. “And – only if youwant to – you can learn the benefits of sleeping past six am at the weekend.”

His attempt at humour was only to try and lighten the mood –to try and take Riza’s mind off things – and he was pleased to see she fellinto step with him, their banter coming easily to each other. He was thrilledto learn thigs weren’t different between them, despite what happened tonight.

Riza’s lips quirked up and her posture relaxed. Instead ofher arms hugging her body, they moved into the front pocket of her hoodie. “Andwhat benefits would those be?”

“Waking up next to me?” he offered with a smirk.

Riza sighed, cocking her head as if to consider hisproposal. “I think I like that benefit. Are there anymore?”

Roy grinned widely as he closed the distance between them,kissing Riza Hawkeye like his life depended on it.

God, it felt good.

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Dirigiboob

A belated birthday gift for Elfy!!

I know little of Jestera, since nothing aside from her powers and the fact she plays a more important role than she seems in Elfy’s setting (Devil’s Yakuza) has been mentioned. So this is probably not canon, no toes as all hell tbh. But I had a lot of fun playing around with how I imagine (some of) her powers may manifest!

De’ronja was going to be replaced with main man Kazuo initially for a completely different interaction, but this came far easier and was, well, more fun anyhow. :,)

🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈

For all that the Demon World had been his home for millennia, De’ronja of the Daunting Sun never ceased to be amazed by the denizens that comprised it. There certainly were some oddballs amongst his fellow demons, be that in terms of their appearance, powers, or both. And whilst there was a need to be wary of those powers (djinn like himself, in particular, possessed the ability to create and destroy realities at their own whims), his fascination vastly outweighed his caution more often than not.

This hellspawn woman was one of those fascinating oddballs.

Her garb was, in a word, poofy. A mix of bright and monochromatic tones, it was reminiscent of something from some bygone Western era. All its frills and patterning seemed to add stock to this and even, dare he say it, added a distant element of royalty to her?

Dark face paint made the milkiness of a (presumably, though that could very well be wrong) unseeing eye pop out more, whilst adding a sense of eeriness and mystery to her. A set of long, spindly, claws tapped at her chin faintly as she made a meandering approach towards him. Her other, darker eye roamed up and down his body in assessment. It was difficult to determine what she might be thinking. That said, he couldn’t detect any sort of malice, and her smile - featuring a prominent toothy underbite - was mild, so De’ronja figured she was merely as curious as he himself, rather than intent on causing harm. Furthermore there was an odd swagger to her steps, every one exaggerated to the point of goofiness, rather than purposeful and aggressive strides. It seemed as though she were intentionally making as much noise as possible, the star shaped trinkets hanging off the pointed tips of her toes jingling merrily. Though the silliness of her movements certainly didn’t detract from an ample set of assets.

Her hips rolled playfully with every step, pale flesh winking cheekily through the sizeable cuts in her suit. And the bountiful swell of her breasts continued to swell. And swell. And swell before his eyes, until there were a pair of veritable beach balls jutting from her body. De’ronja was honestly more impressed her outfit didn’t malfunction and nip slip than with the sheer size she’d expanded them. Then again, demon-made clothing was durable as hell, made to accomodate all sorts of manifestations of power.

A softly uttered “hup!” as she hopped into the air on one foot, accompanied by the pleasant jingle of all the trinkets adorning her person from headpiece to shoetips, and then she was floating higher and higher off the ground until she was eye level with him. Her breasts, having started to defy gravity and tug upwards and obscure her face during her ascent, were forcefully wrangled down via crossed arms over the tops of them. Though they continued to strain for the sky at the sides, the new weight pressing atop them didn’t cause her to sink any lower. Nor did she rise any higher.

A contented hum was released, the hellspawn woman resting her chin on her arms to regard him. The fangs jutting from her lower jaw gleamed like beautiful pearly white daggers as she graced him with a wider, more sincere, smile. The tiny stars on strings jingled as she languidly kicked her feet to and fro. Her singular milky eye seemed to bore right through him, even as the black iris of her other glittered with mirth. Her tail rose, the fluffy end wiggling at him in some semblance of a wave.

“Does that hurt?” De’ronja asked, genuinely curious. He motioned at her engorged chest, the flesh dimpled inwards from the weight of her sleeved arms pressing down on it.

Perhaps that was too forward of him, especially considering he’d skipped any semblance of pleasantry... but she’d intrigued him greatly. Thankfully, she seemed to take it in stride, grin splitting her face even further.

“Nah. Pretzeling my fingers into balloon animals can feel uncomfortable though.”

By way of demonstration, she held out a hand. Three of the fingers swelled rapidly, plumping and lengthening; even the lengthy nails were altered, expanding and edges softening until where they ended and her actual fingers began was indistinguishable. Like her breasts, they floated for the sky. They also seemed to be boneless, for as she took hold of them with her unaltered hand, twisting them together with expert ease, there were no unpleasant crunches to be heard. Instead, there were a series of peculiar groaning rubber noises every time those fingers rubbed against each other or were pinched inwards. It looked as uncomfortable as she’d mentioned it was, though the woman’s face remained relaxed throughout the entire process. She even hummed some merry tune under her breath.

It was over faster than expected, even with the use of only one of her hands to make all those twists and knots. And by the end, punctuated with a theatric flourish, she’d produced a deceptively simple looking flower.

“Ta-daaa!” she exclaimed, gently tapping one of the petals against his nose. The contorted flesh felt oddly rubbery but was about as warm as standard skin temperature.

“That’s incredible,” De’ronja praised, hands clapping together. The light in his eyes and bubbliness of his tone spoke volumes of his sincerity; truly, this woman was quite the marvel to behold. Behind him his tail wiggled, the spiked end pulsing luminescent gold. “Can you do that to any part of your body?”

The hellspawn woman titled her chin up proudly. “Eyes to ass, nail to bone, my balloon manipulation can’t be outclassed.”

Faint shuddering was the precursor for her fingers to start shrinking and violently unravelling from their pretzeled state. Fat roundness gave way to slender razor-ripped points once again, the blackened appendages flexing experimentally. They appeared to function as fingers should again, bending at every joint, and solid enough to not squeeze and twist segments of them to ridiculous thinness.

“Ah, but only your first show is free, Mr Daunting Sun.” A finger was waggled. One corner of her painted lips twitched upwards in a crooked smirk; the expression was rather endearing with that prominent underbite of hers. “You want another taste, you’ll need to pay like any other customer.”

“Show?” De’ronja repeated, head tilting. “So you’re a performer of some sort?” That actually added some sense to most of her actions until this point.

She hummed an affirmative. A sharp flick of the wrist summoned what looked to be a playing card from thin air. Nestled snugly between two taloned fingers, it was held out to him. A shadowy caricature of a man in similar attire to her own grinned widely from the glossy surface. The illustration’s smile seemed to grow as De’ronja accepted the offering, holding it up for inspection. Flipping it revealed an upside down mirror of the same shadowy figure. Elaborate red J’s adorned every corner of both sides of the card; the only spots of colour to be found on it.

“The Big Top comes and goes as it pleases - it’s quite the fickle thing, see - but so long as you have that, you should be able to find it.” Idly, the woman glanced at a cuffed wrist, even more of the tiny star charms attached to it tinkling faintly with the movement. Whatever she saw (or imagined she saw) elicited a sigh of disappointment. “Ah phooey, looks like my break’s over. Mayhaps we’ll cross paths again sometime, Sunshine.”

“Wait... you’re leaving already?” His disappoint was palpable, ears and tail drooping.

“Not forever. Just for now.” The woman poised the sharp tips of her index nails near the bare portions of her chest. “Until then... be well, De’ronja of the Daunting Sun.”

He startled, jaw flapping open to gape. That was twice now she’d used his title. And the first she’d used his name. Yet they’d never exchanged names once during this encounter.

Whilst he was still caught in his stupor, the hellspawn woman jabbed both nails into her own flesh. They slid through as easily as a hot knife through butter, burying halfway before she pulled them back out again. De’ronja got the briefest impression of empty black holes - no blood, no nothing - in her pale skin before she was violently flung backwards.

Twin puffs of air ruffled his sideburns; one second she was in front of him, the next, some thirty feet away in an uncontrollable backwards journey. An ecstatic squeal tore from her throat, pealing high and giddy through the otherwise silent air.

“Ah, wait!” He began to chase after her, hand outstretched with the intent to grab her by the wrist in order to gain more answers. “How did you know-?!”

But she was already out of earshot and reach, madly zipping about in erratic corkscrews as her breasts deflated with a comical PBBBBT that was almost entirely drowned out by her gleeful hooting and cackling. At this point, she’d already steadily shrunk into a more and more indistinguishable figure.

So much for getting answers...

Sighing in defeat, De’ronja glanced from the faint dot in the sky to the card in his hand. The shadowy figure continued to grin back cheekily, as if rubbing in the fact it knew something he did not.

“Balloon manipulation, huh....”