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I bring a precious boy~

Zo’ogai’s son Zo’tall~

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A Grumpus History Timeline Headcanon Thing

The whole history of grumpuses on Snakooth is real interesting to me, so this is something I’ve been workin’ on for a few days! Above shows a simple timeline of Ancient Grumps on Snaktooth/Broken Tooth as well as a another shorter timeline of Modern Grumps who’ve been rediscovering Snaktooth.

And below lot of more info about the time periods, there’s also some extra art!

Ancient Grumpus Timeline

Year 0-300: Stone Grumps

Grumpuses have existed on Snaktooth Island long before this, but I’ll just start the timeline here as if to say “Grumpus Civilization is an actual thing now”.

Stone Grumpuses were the first grumps who were able to properly live and survive on the island. They were usually found in various areas around the island, living in small groups of around 10-15 members that either consisted of family members or any random grump they happened to team up with. Groups were led by one grumpus who’s devoted enough to protect and take care of their fellow members.

They lived alongside bugsnax and worshiped them. Like current Snaktooth, bugsnax were the primary food source for Stone Grumps (there were also the sauce plants, but the snax were a lot more nutritious). Even though they ate them, they still respected them and dedicated a lot of statues, architecture, paintings, writings, etc to them. They viewed them as magical beings that could grant any grump who eats them eternal life (which is… not true in the slightest). They came up with the phrase: “Tu Quid Edas, Omne Vivum Ex Bugsnax.” (You are what you eat, all life comes from Bugsnax) as a way for them to go “By the way without the snax you’d all be dead so you better respect them.” it sounded a lot less ominous for them back then....

Year 300-500: The First Queen of Bugsnax

Related to their bugsnak worship, Stone Grumps used to sacrifice grumpuses (which includes anyone except the group leaders) to the “Undersnax”. The Undersnax is the collective name for many of the strange underground caverns found across the island that were filled with snax. Grumps are sent there for one reason, to appease the bugsnax. Even though they’ve been doing this for many years, nobody actually knew what happened to a grumpus once they entered the Undersnax… Until the first Snakqueen showed up.

The first queen; Stone Queen, was an unwilling sacrifice to the Undersnax. In there, she managed to still hold onto herself with all her anger and hatred towards the grumps who basically threw her life away for some weird looking fungi. And with all that intense emotion and the whole I-Don’t-Want-To-Actually-Die-Here mindset, she took control of her snakifications transformed herself into the Queen of Bugsnax.

She was in the Undersnax for a few days, but when she finally crawled out, her first action was to get revenge on her group of grumps who left her to die. She was going to stop there, but then realized how many other groups of grumps have been doing this for decades, other grumps who threw their loved ones into that terrifying cavern just to make their prey happy. So, now her mission was to make life on Snaktooth Island a living hell, which caused a large amount of grumps to escape to different islands and far away lands (few of them were truly successful in that). She also used her control of the snax to make them super aggressive and (even more) dangerous to all grumpuses they could sense.

Despite all this, grumpuses were still able to survive on Snaktooth; just as long as they don’t get spotted by any snax, the queen, or any of the queen’s loyal subjects (a select group of grumpuses who used to heavily worship snax who now chose to also worship the Stone Queen). Needless to say, life was difficult on Snaktooth during the queen’s reign, but it wasn’t impossible.

After around 200 years of ruling, the Stone Queen was a shell of her former self. Her total control over the snax was obviously slipping and she was physically rotting away. It didn’t take long for her to just fall apart, finally ending her reign over Snaktooth. Many grumps were ecstatic about her passing, others were furious, but the overall feeling they seemed to all had was fear of what’ll happen next.

Year 500-2500: The Desert Empire

A few years went by where the grumpuses lived their lives once again queenless. But instead of just going back to their old ways before the Stone Queen appeared, they instead had to live their lives in constant fear and anxiety. With no one ruling them and their previous experiences with grumps, snax have grown ravenous and aggressive towards all grumpuskind; either outright attacking any grump they sense or tricking the grumps into eating them so they could have some new hosts.

This era ended when one grump willingly sacrificed herself to the Undersnax, using her previous knowledge about how the Stone Queen came to be. She hoped that once she had control over the snax, she could pacify them.

So yeah, it worked and now she; the Desert Queen, began the era of the Desert Grump Empire. This was a time of true peace between grumpuses and snax, and allowed the empire to last for 2,000 years! Despite its name, the Desert Empire grew to cover most of the island, compared to the Stone Grumps only occupying a few areas on the map. It was honestly a utopia for the grumpuses, no more grumps falling apart into bugs, or having to run away at the mere sound of the distant sound of a snak, true peace. 

But near those final years, the snax grew restless, and as the queen weakened, they realized that her control over them was slipping. So, like before, the snax started going against her original wishes and started finally giving into their parasitic instincts and wreaked havoc across the island. The Desert Queen eventually dies, and the grumpuses now realize the island was fully unlivable.

The ones who escaped the island traveled to the mainland continents, relieved that none of them had a single trace of bugsnax. This was the official start of the era of “Modern Grumps”.

Year 300-1875: Broken Tooth

During the beginning of the Stone Queen’s wrathful reign, Stone Grumps who lived near the southern area of the island were able to escape to the lesser island of Broken Tooth. The island has been a temporary source for different snax for years; since it frequently used to come out of the ocean for a few days before going back down. Grumps there believed that this was caused by a mystical being named Mother Naturae. They claimed that she was leading them to this safe haven.

Life on Broken Tooth differed slightly from that on Snaktooth. Instead of being a part of small groups, all the Broken Tooth grumps lived as one collective community. They still did many of the things they’ve done back on Snaktooth; making a bunch of impressive sculptures, buildings, and also very complex puzzles (just to show off). One lead grump was in charge of keeping everything together as well as holding ceremonies dedicated to the snax and Mother Naturae. There were a total of four different leaders over the time. The first two were well respected grumps; the first being one of the original Stone Grumps to lead grumps to Broken Tooth, and the second being a strong, wise grump who led the community for the longest time. But after the second leader’s sudden passing, a new grump was forced into the leadership position, which was most likely the cause for the island’s downfall.

The third leader was incredibly incompetent, not being able to properly lead the grumpus or actually give them the support they needed (which is ‌understandable when you’re suddenly forced into a position you neither wanted nor know anything about). Eventually, after a few years of utter failure, they’d banished her to Snaktooth Island; which was originally thought to be a straight up death sentence because none of the Broken Tooth grumps knew whether or not the Stone Queen was still alive. Her daughter; the fourth leader, was then forced to take her place.

The fourth leader was not a successful ruler. After seeing what happened to her mother and how strict the laws for leaders were, she’d grown distrustful of basically everything related to the island, the grumps, and especially Mother Naturae. So the Broken Tooth grumps once again are stuck with an unsuccessful leader, and all that stress and uncertainty among the grumps caused the snax on the island to act more restless (bugsnax are weird and absolutely love negative grumpus energy). 

During their Snak-Eye Ceremony; whenever an annular solar eclipse happens, instead of the usual act of grumpuses heading towards the pond to have one completely relaxing night, the island becomes incredibly unstable. There are countless earthquakes that caused their temples and structures to break apart, and many grumpuses were trapped inside the collapsing areas, having no way out. Outside, there was a scene very similar to the one back on Snaktooth all the centuries ago. Bugsnax were emerging out of the ground, wrecking havoc all around the island. Some grumps called it “The Wrath of the Mother”, since Broken Tooth so suddenly became an absolute hellscape. And if things couldn’t have gotten worse, the island was starting to sink back into the ocean again; something it hasn’t done in centuries.

So the grumpuses were clearly panicked, not knowing whether they’ll be able to survive this event or not. But thanks to their many watercrafts, some grumpuses were able to escape the island before it got deadly. Survivors of Broken Tooth were able to find their way back to Snaktooth Island, now that it’s ruled by a new, much generous queen, or could travel far off to different Snak-less continents. Many of them still worshiped Mother Naturae in Modern Grumpus times (see Shelda, for example), even though there’s not as many followers as there used to be.

Modern Grumpus Timeline

Year 5000+: Modern Grumps and Rediscovering Snaktooth Island

So the events on Snaktooth Island have happened many, many centuries ago, and practically everything about it has been forgotten by the Modern Grumps. Even though most of its history is unknown, the island itself is still there, and that has sparked the interest in many explorers. 

There’s been many grumps who decide to go off and travel to the island, but none of them have even come back. Because of how frequently this happens, any grump who dares to travel to the island is just asking for their own demise.

Despite this, a lot of explorers still thought they’d be able to go to the island and come back home, ready to tell their adventurous tales to the public. 

This includes Grumpbeard and his crew, probably the first actual team of grumps who set sail to the island. He was known for his many voyages across the world, and his final destination was Snaktooth Island. Like all the explorers before him, he believed that he’d be the one to survive the island. And this belief was only supported by the fact he was accompanied by a crew of around 50 other grumpuses. Unfortunately, he was wrong, with him and most of his crew succumbing to the ravenous snax.

However, the few remaining survivors of his crew formed the Snakolytes; a secret society whose goal is to study and keep the secrets of Snaktooth unknown to the outside world until there’ll be a way to finally have them under their control. 

There was also Bronica Lottablog; a relatively well-known explorer and archaeologist, and her team. Her team faced a similar outcome to Grumpbeard’s crew. Either dying or joining the Snakolytes. However, nobody knows exactly what happened to Bronica herself.

And lastly, there’s Lizbert Megafig.

Lizbert’s Expedition 

Lizbert’s team was the fifth major group of grumps to travel to the island, and (depending on how things play out) the first and only group to actually make it back to mainland.

You’ve played the game, you know what happens lol

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

No i dont have a specific request. I just want Volturi King headcanons if you dont mind

i need feedback on these, i don't know how well i write for the kings

ARO:

he would be tempted to just read all your thoughts because he wants to learn all of you

but also he would be so fascinated by you that he would want to first get to know you by talking to you

you would spend countless hours talking to him

how you met: he'd been watching you in your village for many weeks. you were a medicinal herbalist, and the way plants responded to your care, he knew you would be magnificent as a vampire. but when he approached you he fell in love. he let you apprentice someone knew before he took you away. at last wish, if you will. you didn't want your village to suffer from your farewell, but you would go with him happily.

he would give you a few human weeks to adapt and understand how life in the castle worked, so you didn't have to learn the rules while also trying to overcome thirst & strength

in that time, he would host elaborate tea parties for you

filled with all the food & drink he used to love

he would watch you eat it with awe, enjoying the novelty of reliving his human days

heidi is your best friend; maybe it started with her undeniable charm, but she was so flattered when you started inviting her to do things over the phone, meaning you truly liked her for her and didn't feel compelled to hangout with her

when aro was too busy to do something with you, you would help heidi with her elaborate schemes

after your thirst & newbornism was under control he would build you an apothecary cabin somewhere hidden from the world

somewhere for you to spend your time fiddling with plants and herbs

you would have another apprentice, someone who to trained to take care of your garden while you were away

aro would dislike it whenever you tried to join the guard

"you are my beautiful spouse, not my guard."

"i can make the trees attack people. i control the trees my love."

he still wouldn't want it, he would want you to spend your time doing things you loved, not going on missions

he would want to hide you from the violence he ordered

he would make you a library, filled with books of herbs and plants and medicine for you to study

he would find you records and records of vinyl for you to listen to

he would try to give you jewels and treasures too often

you would often run up to him, smacking your hand somewhere on his body while talking about a pretty flower you saw

imagine just like open palm sticking your hand on his face and saying "look how interesting it is. look at the healing properties but also it's so cute!" with your hand covering half his face

CAIUS:

he would love you so much

and if you showed him any kind of affection back he would melt

how you met; you were one of aro's treasures. instead of letting your small coven face death, you went voluntarily. that kind of loyalty was something aro respected. you were someone with an amazing ability to calm anyone. to draw their fears out and replace it with euphoria, even while staring death in the face. aro loved you, loved the way you didn't feel bad about killing someone - just that they shouldn't have to feel afraid to die. also you didn't have to fight because your victim would stand calmly while you ripped them apart.

caius didn't want you on the guard, but you insisted.

"gives me somewhere to be while you're busy, my sweet."

felix has direct orders to protect you above all else (except the secret - of course) when you're on a mission

he would need you to love him and much as he loved you

but also he's a but of a grump

so he could be grumpy and still try to compliment you

"well don't you look just beautiful"

"remember how we talked about how things don't sound sincere when you say it like that."

anything you asked for would be his command to grant

and when you wanted to spend time with him, he would give you his full attention when he could

you would become good friends with demetri, and caius would hate it

not because he didn't trust you or demetri.

there were no secrets in Volterra...

but because after you'd spent too much time with demetri, some of his personality would rub off on you, and caius is a calm afternoon type of guy

one time during a pleasant walk through the garden you threw a water balloon at him

he stood frozen in wet robes as you laughed at him, jumping on his back and places kisses all over him

you brought out a little more fun in him, and while he looks like he hates it; he actually really appreciates it

MARCUS:

he was miserable before you

thousands of years of waiting to find his mate

but when you came, it was like a whole new marcus

he was still tired of being alive, but he now would rather live than leave your side

you will fill his senses with things he'd long since stopped appreciating

music sounded lovelier

flowers smelled prettier

poems had meaning again

how you met; you were brought in for questioning regarding an old travelling companion of yours. you offered the information to aro without a second thought, and he saw in your mind that you would never question, or stand against the volturi. marcus saw you in the throne room, and couldn't keep his eyes or thoughts anywhere else. you were exquisite. a gift to the eyes. he'd ask you to stay for a bite. and then he'd ask you to stay indefinitely. as a vampire it's pretty hard to find a home, so you accepted.

marcus would fill your days with things you enjoyed

walking through the garden, reading poems, watching movies

whatever you liked to do, he was eager to do with you

he was always worried about your safety

so he turned a professional mma fight into a vampire and gave him the order to protect you with his life

aro & caius thought it was excessive but... they didn't say anything

he wanted you to be happy with him

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Secrets (Two) || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: after your conversation on the phone, bucky returns home with sam and natasha to find that you’ve been kidnapped. everyone begins to discover that the super soldier has been lying to them for far too long.

a/n: second chapter! once again the first few chapters are pure angst, but you can find fluff on my masterlist below! reblogs/replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst, mentions of kidnapping, swearing, description of violence (the fight scene from ca:tws)

Prologue One

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“What do you mean your wife?” Sam asked, following Bucky into the hallway.

When Bucky didn’t stop walking to answer his question, Sam’s hand landed on his shoulder, forcing him around to face him.

“Buck, man, what’s going on?” He asked. “You’re married?”

Bucky snatched Sam’s hand in his, yanking it off of his shoulder. “Yes, I’m married and no, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell anyone. Can I go now?”

Sam stared at the man in front of him. Although he had apparently not known him well enough to know that he was married, he had known him long enough to recognize that underneath his tough exterior he was scared.

There were very few times that Bucky Barnes was genuinely scared and the fact that Sam could see the feeling etched on his friend’s face now, terrified him.

“Buck, whatever it is- let me help you.” Sam said.

Usually Bucky would have handled it himself. He had been handling his problems- his secrets- for years in his own, but as he thought about you and possibly even your children in danger because of him, he knew he would have to take all the help that he could get- not for his- but for your sake.

-

As soon as Sam stopped the car outside of Bucky and yours shared home, Bucky swung open the door of the vehicle, pulling a gun out of the holster at his side with Sam quickly following behind. With no sign of any unknown vehicle in the driveway, Bucky swung open the front door of your home.

“Y/n?” He called. “Rebecca? Grant?”

When he heard no reply, he felt his heart drop into his stomach and his hands begin to tremble. You had to be there. His family had to be there- safe and sound. If you weren’t... if something had happened to you all because of him... he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Remembering what he had told you on the phone, he jogged towards the basement door, pulling it open and rushed down the stairs, Sam close behind on his heels.

As soon as he saw the rug on the basement floor he threw it to the side, swinging open the hatch he had hidden in the ground.

Being met with his children’s faces staring back at him, he breathed a sigh of relief, slipping the gun back into the holster. He reached out his arms, pulling his daughter from his son’s grasp into his own and reached out his hand to pull his son to his feet on the ground above the crawlspace.

“Oh my God.” He heard Sam say from beside him. “You have kids? What.. what haven’t you been telling us?”

He felt guilty as he stood there, both of his children in his arms. Sam was his best friend since Steve’s passing and had done more for him than anyone else possibly would. He felt guilty standing there, knowing that he had not only been keeping secrets from him, but from you too. He had been burying the truth from everyone for so long and he felt idiotic for not realizing that it would eventually come to the surface.

Before he could say anything however, Sam softened, kneeling before the boy stood at Bucky’s side.

“Hey buddy.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m-”

“You’re Captain America!” Your son exclaimed, pulling his tumb out of his mouth- a habit you and your husband had tried to break him out of years ago, but that he still slipped back into when he was nervous.

A smile stretched across Sam’s face at the fact that the child had recognized him. Pushing himself up and onto his feet once again, he pointed at your son.

“I like this one.” He said to Bucky.

Without an answer, Bucky handed his daughter over to Sam who took the young girl in his arms. Your husband kneeled in front of your son now, placing his hands on either of his shoulders.

“Grant,” He said. “Where’s your mom?”

He felt awful as he watched the young boy slip his thumb into this mouth once again, just now noticing his tear-stained cheeks.

“I- I don’t know.” He told his father. “There was yelling and- and-”

“And what, bud? What happened?” Bucky asked desperately, feeling his heart race in his chest, praying that nothing had happened to you.

“I- I think they took mom.” He said finally.

As soon as he had heard the confirmation from his own son’s mouth, he stood up and began pacing the room before rushing up the stairs, Sam calling after him as he did so. When he reached the top of the staircase he couldn’t help but tug at his own hair, pacing back and forth, thoughts of you running through his mind.

You were taken because of him. It was all his fault. He was the one they wanted- not you, but you got caught in the crossfire because you cared about him- because he didn’t tell you the truth. These people came in here looking for him and they took you. You didn’t deserve to suffer because of his past or because of his mistakes. He couldn’t bare the thought of you spending a minute with people who would do anything to get back at him.

“Barnes?”

Being pulled out of his own head he turned and saw Natasha Romanoff standing in the doorway.

“What- what are you doing here?” He asked, suddenly aware of how fast his heart was beating- so much so he could barely take a breath to speak.

“Wilson texted me when you guys left the Compound.” She said.

Just as she mentioned him, Bucky heard Sam come up from the basement, both of his children in tow.

Natasha glanced between Bucky and the two children attached to Sam’s hip.

“What-” She began. “Wilson said you were married, but...”

Too consumed in his own mess, Bucky didn’t even bother explaining the situation to the woman standing in the doorway, instead just continuously tugging at his hair, willing himself not to fall apart.

Watching the scene unfold, Sam was the first to speak.

“Alright.” He said, turning to Natasha. “Why don’t we take these kids back to the Compound. They’ll be safe there.”

Although he said nothing, knowing that his children weren’t safe in his own home because of him made Bucky sick. He moved over to the couch, falling back onto it.

“Okay.” Natasha nodded seriously at Sam before turning her attention to the young girl in his arms, smiling. “Hi hon. Why don’t you come with Auntie Nat?”

Natasha reached out her arms for the young girl and she immediately fell into them, grasping at the woman’s shirt and laying her head against her shoulder.

“I think she likes me better.” Nat joked to Sam who rolled his eyes in return.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam.” Bucky finally spoke up from his seat on the couch, hand over his eyes. “She likes her mom better... everyone likes her better.”

The two Avengers gave each other a look, silently communicating their concern for the super soldier in the other room. Although he had been known as the grump for a good expanse of time, they had never seen him so miserable or so lost in despair- even after spending eighty years as a brainwashed assassin.

“What’s your name?” Natasha asked the young girl, taking her tiny hand in hers.

“Becca.” She replied.

“It’s Rebecca.” Your son corrected her. “I’m Grant.”

She smiled patting the boy’s head. “Hi Grant. I’m Nat.”

“Grant?” Sam asked, glancing at Bucky. “Isn’t that Steve’s middle name?”

Hands still over his eyes, Bucky replied. “Yeah.”

A silence hung in the room for a brief moment.

“I um... I’m going to get these kids to the Compound, alright?” Nat said, guiding the children out the door. “I’ll be back soon.”

When Nat left the house, shutting the door behind her, Bucky sprung up from the couch. The only thing holding him back from rushing out the door was Sam stepping in front of him, laying his hands on his chest.

“Woah man- slow down.” Sam said.

“I have to go get my wife, Sam.” Bucky nearly shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Somebody took her! I have to get her.”

Sam felt his heart break in his chest to see his best friend so distraught in front of him. He understood- of course he understood. If anything like this had happened to his own family, he couldn’t say that he wouldn’t be doing the same thing, but Sam understood that despite Bucky’s feelings, nothing would get done without a clear mind.

“I understand that, Buck.” Sam said. “But you can’t help her if-”

“Somebody took her because of me, Sam!” He shouted. “This is all my fault! Don’t you see that?”

“Buck,” Sam attempted to ease him. “I know that, but she knew what she was getting into when she married you, man.”

At the sound of his words, Bucky allowed his hands to fall to his sides, the anger falling from his face as he looked down at the ground, ashamed.

Watching how quickly the rough exterior and fury had been drained from the man, Sam grew worried, backing up from Bucky.

“I mean- she knew, right?”

Silence.

“Buck...” Sam said slowly. “She knew... right?”

Silence.

“Bucky!” Sam shouted.

“I didn’t tell her!” Bucky finally shouted, shoving Sam away from him. “Are you happy? I didn’t fucking tell her about any of it!”

“Shit, Buck!” Sam shouted. “You lied to her! You lied to your own wife!”

“You don't think I know that?” Bucky continued to yell.

“Fuck!” Sam exclaimed. “How could you lie to your own wife about all of this!”

“I thought I was protecting to her!” Bucky replied.

“Yeah? Well look what you did!”

Bucky knew he was right. He knew this was partly his fault keeping this all a lie from you. It was wrong even before you had been kidnapped, but Sam pointing out the situation to him only reminded him further of how much he had completely and utterly fucked up.

Sam watched as the anger drained from Bucky’s face once again and he felt that he had gone too far. He was no doubt furious that Bucky had kept his life a lie not only from his team, but from his own family- hurting innocent people such as you along the way without even realizing it- but he understood that making Bucky feel like shit about it wasn’t the way to handle the situation.

“Buck-”

“Forget it, Sam.” Bucky said. “You’re right. You don’t have to apologize. This is my fault.”

“That doesn't matter now.” Sam said. “What matters is getting her back. We’re going to get her back.”

“You don’t have to do this for me, Sam-”

“I’m not doing this for you.” Sam sighed, shaking his head at who he thought was his best friend. “I’m doing this for her.”

-

When you woke up again, you were overwhelmed with the feeling of your right temple throbbing. Opening your eyes you took in the dingy, wide room surrounding you. Attempting to move, you felt the rope tying your hands and ankle to the chair you were sitting in, burning your skin as you struggled in its grasp.

“Hello?” You called, your voice echoing throughout the wide room. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Barnes.”

At the sound of the familiar voice you leaned back in your chair, just now noticing the balconies hanging over the room, your eyes catching the figure standing above you on one of them.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“Old S.H.I.E.L.D operations camp.” The man told you as he climbed down a flight of stairs from the balcony to the floor your chair was sat on.

“S.H.I.E.L.D?” You asked. “What does that have to do with me? What does any of this have to do with me?”

“You know, Mrs. Barnes,” He said, strolling up to you, hands behind his back. “I feel sorry for you... really... I do. I pity you for living in the lie your husband has held you in for so long... it’s sad really. However, you should consider yourself lucky to not know your husband. The rest of us aren’t so lucky.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

You were exhausted, cold, scared out of your mind and you were tired of not understanding a single word this man said.

“What does this have to do with my husband?” You asked, the memories of the conversation you had in your home flooding back into your mind. “Who’s the winter soldier?”

As you asked the question, the man finally moved his hands from around his back, a tablet in hand.

“As I’ve explained to you, Mrs. Barnes,” The man said, pulling up the tablet in front of him. “Your husband is the winter soldier. Your husband is James Buchanan Barnes, correct?”

“Yes,” You replied. “But I don’t see-”

Cutting you off, the man in front of you pulled the tablet up and began reading off of it.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes born March 10th, 1917-”

“1917?” You repeated. “That’s ridiculous-”

Without answering, the man continued.

“Known associate of Steven G. Rogers AKA the former Captain America.”

“You have to be joking.” You said. “1917? Friends with Captain America? You have the wrong-”

Rather than arguing you, the man held the tablet in front of you.

Just as you were about to scoff and once again inform the man of how ridiculous this situation was and that there was no possible way your husband could be the man he was looking for, you looked at the screen and saw a photograph of a man that was unmistakably your husband besides none other than Steve Rogers...  a photograph from 1942.

Glancing at the man in front of you back to the photo, you began to feel the pace of your heart quicken in your chest. Why did he look like your husband? Why is this man who you immediately recognized as Bucky in a photograph with Captain America from over 80 years ago?

“That can’t be him.” You said. “It- it can’t.”

Swiping the screen, the man displayed another photo for you- one of who you were sure was your husband beside not only Steve Rogers but the entire lineup of Avengers.

Watching the realization click in your brain, the man continued to swipe, photos upon photos of the man who you thought was your husband dated from the 40′s to just months ago.

“How... how did you get these?” You asked the man, feeling sick to your stomach, slowly coming to the realization that your husband had been lying to you all this time.

“There are many out there who are not your husband’s friend.” The man said.

“O- okay, why?” You asked, trying your hardest to come up with words when your brain became flooded with thoughts and memories- trying to comprehend how you didn’t know or why your husband wouldn’t tell you even after all this time who he really was. “Because he’s an Avenger?-”

“Because he’s a murderer.”

Before you could even comprehend his words, he shoved the tablet in your face once again, clicking play on a video displayed on the screen. You watched as a man with long hair, a metal arm and a mask over his face emerged from behind a vehicle, a gun in tow. The man pulled a grenade out from his waistband, throwing it underneath a car and you jumped as you watched the car explode on screen, seconds later a woman pouncing onto the soldier, trying her hardest to take the man out before being thrown off. When the soldier picked up the gun once again, you recognized the woman as none other than Black Widow, throwing some sort of device at the soldier, watching as his arm sparked and she quickly ran away.

You watched as she shouted for the civilians to get out of the way and you felt your heart race in your chest as you watched people escape from their cars, terrified of the soldier going after the Black Widow. Seconds later you watched as she felt to the ground, a bullet piercing her shoulder. You felt like squeezing your eyes shut, but you knew the man beside you would never allow you to do so.

Just as the soldier was about to take his final shot against the Avenger, Steve Rogers and his shield ran into view, going against the man with the metal arm, the bang of his metal fist colliding with the shield ringing in your ears. The fight didn’t end there as the soldier continued shooting at the former Captain America before they collided, each trying to take the other out- Steve Rogers with his fist and shield and the soldier with his knife.

Just as you were beginning to feel sick, wondering why the man was showing you the video you watched as Steve Rogers flipped the man over, and when he emerged, the mask had fallen from the soldier’s face.

Meeting each other face to face, you finally caught who the soldier was.

It was almost as if they were reading your mind when you heard his name.

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

You couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question.

[littlelasagne]

Oi oi (Louis here? Lol)! I have a request, please, that I really would love if it get granted. You know this part of Beginning, Middle and Overture, in Hange's birthday chapter?

Levi came in with Moblit and Nifa in tow. Hange she smiled even wider. He was wearing boring black trousers as usual, but he had a deep red shirt on. It was the first time she’d seen him in such a bold colour. His pale skin was warmed up by the low lighting of the restaurant. He looked a little cranky, but Hange suspected he was in a good mood underneath the grump. He sat next to Erwin, who was sitting opposite Hange.

“Hi!” Hange smiled. He stared at her.

“Where are your glasses?” he said, blankly.

“Oh! I’m wearing contact lenses,” she said, blinking at him to show it off.

“But I can’t call you ‘Four Eyes’ tonight.”

Tell me: what Levi was thinking about Hange? Please, write a paragraph with Levi's POV or make a comment! Please, by lord!

Hiiiiiiii <3

Thanks for this ask! Sorry it's so late, I found this challenging (but it was the fun type of challenging) because I had to put my head back to such an early stage of their relationship. I was going to do a short para, but it ended up longer, so i hope this satisfies :)

Under the cut is a small section of chapter 14 from levi's POV, starting just before he arrives at Hange's birthday dinner. (honestly i was going to write so much more, but i stopped myself lol. maybe next time)

Enjoy! <3

This is stupid. This is stupid. This is stupid.

Levi was too nervous to leave the safety of his car. It was just Hange’s birthday party, not entering a warzone. Normal people made such a fuss over birthdays, but Levi couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that lurked in his stomach. Hange had no idea how hard it was for him to bake her a cake. It had been such a normal thing for Levi to do years ago but now he felt like he had overstepped. It was stupid.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. His leg bounced. His mind raced. Why did he stay up until five in the morning baking the ridiculous thing. Why did he make it pink. Why did he agree to go out for dinner. What made him think a red shirt was appropriate.

Going home was the best option. So what it was Hange’s birthday? He had already played his part with the ‘Levi creation’ and her happy reaction was enough for him. He didn’t need to go for food. He had nothing to say or contribute. Hange wouldn’t miss him when she had everyone else to fawn over. Levi reached to put his seatbelt back on when – as if he were in the car listening to all the haunted thoughts – Erwin texted.

‘hurry up getting hungry’

‘Hange arrived shes waiting for you’

‘you better not be leaving’

“Fuck’s sake,” Levi groaned. He couldn’t do that that to her. This was her special day. It was so special, she even wore her yellow dress. He wanted to see that again. He dragged himself from the car and headed out. With deep breaths, he just about cleared his head and settled his nerves. The thought of a happy Hange helped. And then he turned the street corner and barged into a very cosy Moblit and Nifa.

“Levi!” Nifa squealed. She dropped something hurriedly. Moblit’s hand.

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” Moblit stuttered. His face boiled into red.

It was like a punch in the gut, and Levi had no idea why. “I don’t care,” he snapped. It was the truth, but even he could hear it wasn’t very convincing.

Nifa cleared her throat and took a pointed step away from Moblit. “We were just heading, you know, to the restaurant, you know, the one we’re eating at.”

“Yeah, I know,” Levi said to his feet.

“It’s er, it’s in that direction.” Moblit pointed behind Levi.

They walked in a terrifyingly awkward silence. Levi led the way. He knew they’d be sharing awkward glances, possibly laughing behind his back. He used all his remaining power to keep on track to the restaurant and not make a run for his car.

The restaurant was a bullshit one. Having checked the menu ahead of time, Levi concluded that a place with such a big menu should not exist. But when they stepped in, the happy-go-lucky atmosphere washed over him. The mingled smells from the kitchen won his stomach over and his hunger took full stage.

Erwin, Hange, and the others were seated in a corner. Mike’s horribly scruffy head was hard to miss. As soon as Levi, Moblit, and Nifa walked a few steps, their heads turned in unison, like they were possessed by the god of restaurants or good times or party poopers or something. Levi focussed on getting to the table in one sane piece.

“Hi!” Hange practically yelled at him when they sat down. She failed to spare Nifa and Moblit so much as a glance. Erwin patted his shoulder in greeting as Levi quickly studied Hange. It was slightly disappointing that she had changed out of the yellow dress, but she looked good in black too. He focused on her face. The restaurant lights twinkled in her eyes and her expression of excitement radiated a warmth. The nerves in his stomach fizzled away.

But there was something missing. Now her face was too open, almost naked. Then it clicked.

“Where are your glasses?” Levi said.

“Oh! I’m wearing contact lenses,” Hange smiled back and batted her eyelashes at him. Levi frowned. He had never really seen her eyebrows properly before, they were always hidden behind her thick glasses frame. Were her eyes always this big? Two massive moons set in her face, currently bulging with her familiar brand of enthusiasm. And how had he never noticed her eyelashes before? It was different. He wanted her glasses back. But, he liked this look too. He panicked.

“But I can’t call you ‘Four Eyes’ tonight.”

“You could try using her real name for once,” Mike chided. Levi’s reaction flew out of his mouth faster than he could think.

“You need a new nickname,” Levi said. “To match your ridiculous hair and ridiculous moustache.” Mike shook his head like a dog. His hair was in dire need of a trim and his pornstar moustache made Levi’s inside writhe.

[willowbird]

Cute uncle!Andrew and Neil with Aaron’s future kids!

Ooh! Don’t mind if I do! I hope you enjoy! <3

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The reunion had been Abby’s idea, and while Wymack had done some obligatory grumping about the idea of having this particular group of Foxes invading their house (”I hope you remembered to hide the liquor.” “David, they’re all legal adults now and we’re inviting them over to drink with us.” “Make sure you have the fire department on standby.” “David, I highly doubt they’re going to burn down the house.” “I swear to fuck if those Minyards think they’re going break my shit I’ll haul their asses out to the park and leave them in a cardboard box.” “David, I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”) he was able to admit, at least to himself, that he was looking forward to seeing them again. 

Sure, he’d kept up with all of them individually in his own way, and they’d gotten together periodically over the years, but this would be the first time in at least a decade that the lot of them would be under one roof -- under his roof -- and he was looking forward to seeing with how own eyes how they were doing. 

He’d thought he’d known what to expect. 

After all, he’d paid attention to the pro careers of Matt, Allison, Kevin, Neil, and Andrew. He spoke with Renee at least once a year in person when she came by PSU to hand-deliver her donations (and Allison was usually with her these last few years as well). He saw less of Nicky and Aaron, since Nicholas had returned to Germany after graduation and Aaron had moved on to medical school and that was even more rigorous than the training schedule he’d put them through, but he was still aware of their general well-being. Dan he probably saw the most, as she’d gone on to coaching and was now in the same division as PSU, running a newer exy team at a small public university in northern Georgia. Kevin was always around for the holidays and visited during the off-season, and they spoke on the phone regularly -- so he was generally up-to-date with his son’s life. 

It had started out within the bounds of his expectations. Nicky and Erik had flown in the night before and stayed at a hotel in town, but Dan and Matt had arrived first because Nicholas Klose still didn’t understand the function of a goddamn alarm clock. A prompt Renee and Allison showed up a little after them, followed by a harried Nicky and an exasperated Erik. Kevin ambled in solo, followed by Neil and Andrew, who still looked unbothered by the whole damn world (probably because they were the ones typically setting it on fire, but hey - what did he know?). Last to arrive were Aaron and his wife, former Vixen and one of the youngest female neurosurgeons in the field, Katelyn. 

That was when things got... strange. 

Wymack had been in the kitchen, pouring a seltzer for his (three years sober) son, when he heard the front door open and Abby greet the final arrivals. He heard a small, excited little voice call out, “Unca Annew!! Unca Neew!!” Then there was the rapid patter of little feet followed by a squeal of delight and a deep laugh that Wymack couldn’t place because he’d legitimately never heard it before. 

Curious and confused, Wymack stepped out of the kitchen just enough to peer into the foyer and his eyes didn’t quite register what he was seeing. 

Andrew was standing in the foyer with a blond-haired little girl in his arms who couldn’t be any older than three (though frankly, he was shit at guessing ages on munchkins). He was grinning and hugging her, listening as she jabbered on about something-or-other. Neil was standing at his shoulder, also smiling, though his attention diverted and his expression softened in a way that Wymack hadn’t known the venomous little viper to be capable of. 

“U-unca Neewy?” Wymack noticed that the little girl in Andrew’s arms wasn’t the only child present. An identical child in a different colored dress was huddling behind her mother’s legs, looking anxious at the new place and the strange woman (Abby) who kept smiling down at her. 

“Hey there Pips,” Neil said quietly, crouching down and opening his arms in offering. It took a moment, then the little girl cautiously edged away from her mother before half-tripping on uncoordinated legs the five or six steps it took her to get to Neil, who wrapped her up in his arms as natural as breathing and hugged her tight. He murmured something in her ear that Wymack couldn’t hear and when the little girl nodded he scooped her up and kissed her cheek before turning to join Andrew and the other small child. 

Andrew and Neil holding children. Andrew and Neil being good with children. Andrew and Neil, smiling and laughing and comforting small little children. It was such a bizarre thing that Wymack didn’t really think when he spouted off a bewildered, “What the actual fuck?”

Seven faces instantly snapped to where he was standing and it took more will than he liked to admit for Wymack not to cower under the five disapproving adult gazes and the two shocked child ones. 

“David!” Abby hissed, and he grimaced an apology. 

“Ooooooo, he said it! He said it!” crowed the chatterbox in Andrew’s grasp. 

Andrew looked like he was about ready to commit murder and never in all the years had he known the bastard had Wymack ever felt intimidated by him -- until now. It made no sense, but somehow, he became about thirty times more effective with a small child in his arms. What the fuck was up with that?

The other child made a timid little whimpering sound and Neil shot him a similar promise of an untimely death with one scathing narrowing of his eyes. Suddenly, Wymack was very eager to cancel his plans to go see the Denver Wildcats next game. 

Then Neil softened again in that way that made Wymack feel like he’d been transported to an alternate dimension. He bounced the child gently and murmured quietly to her, and this time Wymack was able to hear what he said. 

“I know he’s big and loud, but that’s Wymack. Remember I told you about him?”

“Uh-huh...”

“Remember what I said?”

“Uh-huh...”

“Pips.” The tone was gentle, but still commanding in a way that eerily reminded Wymack of Betsy. This was getting too weird. 

The little girl hugged Neil tighter around the neck, then took two deep breaths before pulling back and peaking over at where he was still standing right at the entrance of the kitchen. She studied him warily before saying, “He’s da bear man.”

The... bear man? What... the fuck?

“That’s right. He’s big and loud but very soft. And he’ll stay far away if you don’t want him close.” 

Wymack was pretty sure he needed to lay down.

Thankfully, Aaron finally decided to speak the fuck up. Granted, the tiny fucker sounded way too amused for his own good. “Coach, you haven't met the twins yet. The little energizer bunny with Andrew is Penny and Neil’s got Piper. Piper is a bit shy, that’s all. She’s not all that great with strangers still.”

“Alright family, let’s get out of the foyer hm? Would you girls like some snacks? I bet Uncle Andrew will show you where the cookies are if you ask him nicely,” Katelyn offered with a knowing smile.

It had an immediate effect. Even the shy one, Piper, lit up like damn Christmas tree as both girls looked to Andrew like he was here to deliver them Salvation. In a childlike unison that had absolutely no right being that adorable, both girls gasped, “Cookies?!”

Andrew smirked. Then he chuckled and kissed Penny on the cheek. “Oh, I think I can find something.”

Wymack stepped out of the way as Andrew led the way with Penny, Neil and Piper right behind them, into the kitchen.

He watched them go, then just stood there, gobsmacked for a moment. Katelyn was the one to cross over to him and pat him consolingly on the shoulder. “If it makes you feel any better, Neil has already offered both of them to teach them how to pick locks when they turn five.”

It did but it didn’t. 

Aaron snickered unhelpfully. “Go have a drink, Coach. If that is fucking you up, just wait until tea time.”

“Tea time?” Even to his own ears, his voice came out raspy. “What the fuck is tea time?”

Aaron cackled in response. Cackled. 

Jesus Christ, this was not what he had signed up for.

[petri808]

I3+Bakudeku mutual pining idiots Actor AU @miss-lorali request. I’m an idiot cause my idea is gonna be waaaay longer then I was aiming for lol.

“Okay,” the hiring director motioned for the pair to move closer. “Mr. Midoriya, remember you’re a scientist and Bakugou’s character is here to take you to safety. But you don’t understand why just yet. So, if you are ready, please begin the reading.”

Katsuki gesturing wildly, “pack it up quick nerd, we gotta get out of here before DAV gets here!”

Izuku pretending to complete a file download. He slammed his fist on the imaginary desk. “I can’t make the computer move faster! I don’t even understand what the hell is going on!”

Katsuki, “you’re science experiments aren’t important, we—”

Izuku straightened out, walked over and placed a finger on the larger man’s chest, running it slowly down from his collarbone to his pecs, while lowering his tone and narrowing his eyes. “Oh,” his brow raised, “and what would a grunt like you know about science?”

Katsuki slapped his hand away in annoyance, though a light flush arose on his tinged cheeks. “F-Fuck off!” He gritted back. “Just hurry the fuck up!”

“Yeah, yeah...” Izuku went back to the imaginary desk and pretended to type something. “30 seconds, fast enough for you? Probably like your bedroom speed,” he mumbled the last portion.

“What?!”

“And cut!” The hiring director yelled. “That was perfect!! Midoriya you’re hired!”

“Oh hell no!” Katsuki screamed at the director. “He added lines at the end! How is that okay?!”

“Because,” the woman countered. “It was still perfectly in character, and you know very well that the Director allows actors to ad lib if it fits the scene.”

Katsuki crossed his arms, “I refuse to work with him.”

“You’ve already signed the contract,” her brow perked up, “and may I remind you of the penalty if you quit now?”

“Find someone else!”

“No. The chemistry between you two came through perfectly on camera. It’s done. He’s it. End of discussion.” The woman then ignored the raging blonde and turned to Izuku. “I’ll let your agent know so we can sign the contracts, and I’ll have the full script sent to their office by end of day along with the filming schedule. You did a great job today holding your own and not getting lost next to Bakugou. I’m glad to have you on board with this project.”

“Thank you so much, Ms. Ashido. I was quite excited when I heard about the project and look forward to being part of the team.”

“Kiss ass,” Katsuki sneered. “You’re in. No need for simpering.”

But Izuku played it cool. He wasn’t about to play into the leads temper tantrum. “You might be top as an action star, but I have my own credit successes. So, stop treating me like the hired help, or I’ll make you scream in another way.”

Katsuki’s eyes flashed wide and mouth hung agape. It’s been a long time since anyone’s stood up to him and this smaller, green-haired, freckle-faced mouse just grew a set of balls to rival his own. “H-how dare you?!”

“I dare,” Izuku grinned brightly. “See ya later Kacchan!” He waved as he walked away.

Ms. Ashido giggled. “Oooo, this is gonna be so good! I must say I’d chalked him up as iffy, but he really proved me wrong.”

“Little shit is already giving me a nickname? Who the fuck does he think he is?!”

“Your new co-star.” She patted his chest twice and walked away with a smirk.

“Fuck!” What did he just get himself into?!

That afternoon, Katsuki left the studio in a total huff. And to think, he’d gone in excited to be working with Izuku Midoriya. Their movie credits ran in different circles, but he knew exactly who the man was. Izuku was from all he’d seen a great actor, and the perfect person to play his opposite. The guy looked like a handsome office worker, lean but built well, smaller then himself, and would fit snuggly against his chest in a romantic scene. In fact, it was after one of Izuku’s very first movies as a lead that a crush bloomed for the man. He had expected a quieter guy, but oh, boy! Had he been blindsided! And if that didn’t just turn him on even more!

Hence the dilemma he now found himself in. He’d have to act side by side with a man he was extremely attracted to, but only pretended to be. Katsuki was certain that Izuku’s attitude during the read was the same as his— pretending. Because that’s how you sell a movie. If the audience buys into what you’re selling, box office sales will go up. It’s not supposed to be real emotions. Heaven help him this just might kill him!

At home, he read through the script again noting the section that would be his hardest to overcome. The love scenes. No full nudity, not even close, but there is a section near the end where in a moment of pent up emotions, and the exhilarating rush of emotions, they end up lip-locked. Granted, the more realistic it is, the better, but Katsuki felt the nerves kicking in just thinking about it. He could only pray that in the real moment, and energies are heightened, he simply runs on instinct and acting prowess.

‘Come on, dumbass! It’s not your first kiss scene!’ Katsuki growled to himself in the safety of his own home. “Stupid!” He was making himself all flustered like some virginal teenager about to kiss his first crush! Fuck that! He wasn’t about to show Izuku any weakness! The last thing he wanted was for the man to figure out he was really just an overgrown pining fool behind a mask of anger. He didn’t even know which way the man swung because Izuku kept his life private, very private. A miracle in their world of paparazzi. It meant two things, Izuku really was good at hiding, or simply wasn’t seeing anyone for them to catch. Either way, Katsuki couldn’t figure out what he desperately wanted to know. Did he have a chance?

A month later, Katsuki and Izuku found themselves on location in Europe where most of the scenes would be filmed. The premise of the movie is of a top-tier scientist in the field of chemicals played by Izuku, who is to be kidnapped. But because MI6 caught wind of the plan, they sent in one of their agents played by Katsuki to get Izuku to safety. They barely make it out of the lab in time and now they’re on the run, being hunted by a group called the DAV who want Izuku to create chemical weapons for them. Katsuki needed to somehow get Izuku safely from his home in France, back to England where the MI6 brass waited to secret him into permanent hiding.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Izuku screamed and yanked Katsuki to halt. The moment they stop moving, he collapsed onto his knees, clutching his chest trying to catch his breath from all the running. “W-what is going on?!”

“Look,” Katsuki tried to yank the man back to his feet, but Izuku slumped and played a dead weight. “Damn it, we gotta get out of here before someone sees us!”

“No! I-I can’t keep running like this! I’m not exactly athletic! Now, tell me what the hell is going on!”

Katsuki growled and ignored Izuku’s pleas. He grabbed him instead and dead lifted him up, hoisting the man onto his shoulder in a fireman carry. Izuku bucked, but Katsuki literally slapped his ass to behave. “Just shut up for now,” he snapped and took off running down the alleyway. “I’ll explain everything when I get us somewhere safe!”

“If I’m the victim, shouldn’t you be nicer to me?!” Izuku retorted.

“I’ll be nicer if you stop causing me a headache!”

As soon as they exit the alley, Katsuki quickly surveyed his options. The bad guys blew up his car, so he needed transportation. He saw a man exiting a vehicle and rushed over, pulling a gun on them.

“Gimme the keys,” he aimed at the man’s head, to which they immediately complied. “Now scram!”

Katsuki put Izuku back on his feet. “Get in!”

“Where are we go—”

“Just get in the fucking car!”

Once Izuku is inside the passenger side, Katsuki got into the drivers and hightailed it out of there, heading towards the outskirts of town.

“Trailing car... And cut! Perfect!” The director called out. “Thirty minute break to reset for the next scene.”

“Kacchan, wanna get some lunch with me?” Izuku asked as they stepped out of the car.

“No,” Katsuki replied and quickly walked away, leaving his co-actor standing there with a sad, pouting look on his face.

‘Don’t turn around!’ He screamed at himself. Just co-workers, he reminded. Don’t get too close to that cute... freckled... “Fuck!” Katsuki screamed the moment he slammed his trailer door behind him and fell back against it. ‘Why’d I slap his ass!’ He groaned and ran a hand down his face. It wasn’t in the script and apparently the director didn’t mind it. ‘You did it cause you wanted to...’ his conscience chimed back. “Fuck you.” That’s not true...

A few minutes later there was a knock at his door. “Go away!” Katsuki snapped, he didn’t want to be bothered. Then a second knock, and a shuffling sound. “Go the fuc—” He whipped the door open to find no one standing there. “What the?” That’s when his looked down and saw a wrapped sandwich and a piece of paper tucked under it. Katsuki picked it up and closed door, opening up the sandwich to eat it. He was hungry, just didn’t want to take Izuku up on his offer. As he ate he opened the note:

I just wanna be friends :) that was a taxing scene, so you must be hungry. See you back on set. -I

It had been Izuku.

“Tch.” Katsuki bit down on the sandwich. ‘Didn’t have the balls to stick around though.’ But despite his grumping, he couldn’t help the light blush filtering onto his cheeks and warmth filling his body. Izuku was just too damn nice.

Filming an action movie was a lot more taxing then the consumers might realize. Thankfully, stunt doubles did the hardest scenes for the pair, but close ups and cardio elements were all them, and to see Izuku keeping up with him left Katsuki pleasantly surprised. Too pleasant. Moments in close confines, of him holding or dragging the man around left his libido in agony by end of day only to be relieved by a hand it didn’t want. Almost four months of agony had left Katsuki’s mind a buzz, trapped in a cycle of false realities and wishful thinking.

It was the last day of filming, and the scene Katsuki had dreaded had finally arrived. So much so, that he’d convinced the producer to hold off on filming it till the very end despite it taking place two-thirds of the way through the movie itself. Screw it, they can edit and splice it in. For a lot of actors, the intimately romantic parts were the hardest to accomplish, because conveying such raw emotions and making it believably real for the audience took great finesse.

They were holed up for the night in a small run down inn Katsuki managed to find after crossing the French border into Belgium. They were both exhausted, Izuku’s character more so, unused to such physical demands. DAV always managed to catch up to them within a day or two, so it left them little time to breathe, and Izuku was at his breaking point.

The smaller male pounded on Katsuki’s chest while tears streamed down his face. “I can’t keep doing this! Why can’t they just leave me alone?!”

Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s flailing arms gently to stop him. “I don’t know why.” He pulled the man towards the bed to sit down, taking a place beside him as he did his best to console. “But I promise I’ll keep you safe. We’ll get to safety soon and it will all be over with.”

Izuku sobbed harder, burying his face in Katsuki’s shoulder. His fingers gripped tightly to the man’s torn shirt. “You can’t promise me that,” he mumbled. “I’ve caused you so much trouble, maybe it’s best if I gave myself up to them.”

Katsuki pushed the man back and forced Izuku to look up at him. “Don’t you do that! Don’t you dare! You think I’m gonna just let them take you?!” His voice cracked as he channeled real emotions of the fear of losing this man. “You... I’m not letting them take you away from me Hitomu!”

Izuku looked up when he heard the pain behind Katsuki’s words to find tears pooling and clouded ruby red eyes. He held the man’s gaze for several seconds, staring, lip quivering. “I don’t want to leave you either, Takeo.” Izuku’s fingers slowly uncurl, smoothing out and lowering to Katsuki’s firm abdomen where it came to rest just above the waistline and pressed in firmly. “I feel safe with you.”

Katsuki’s breathing slowed as his eyes widened. Shit! He’s not ready for this scene! He thought he was, oh how he wanted to just rush in and steal Izuku’s lips! But his mind froze as glistening emerald eyes held it hostage. What was his lines? Are there any lines? Fuck! He couldn’t think straight!

“Cut!” The director yelled. “Bakugou, what’s the problem? You hold the gaze for a second then kiss him. Do you need a break?”

This was the first time since making it big that Katsuki’s messed up a scene like this. He took a moment to snap out of his trance, then yelled back. “No! Let’s just get this over with.”

“Alright. Places people, let’s take it from the last line Midoriya. Action!”

Izuku repeated the last line, “I feel safe with you,” adding a deeper grip to the waist band of Katsuki’s pants.

Katsuki’s eyes lower, half-lidded as he reached out and caressed Izuku’s face gently, cupping the man’s cheek before leaning in and landing a solid kiss. His mind was barely holding it together to keep his actions gentle.

Izuku reacted accordingly, once again his fingers gripping to the fabric of Katsuki’s clothes as the kiss was deepened considerably.

Katsuki’s hand trailed up and behind, tangling into his co-actors green curls. He let go of any control and lost himself in their embrace, in the feel of Izuku’s supple lips against his own. In that moment, they were no longer filming a movie scene, but transported into the blonde’s fantasy, of so much more that he’d love to do this man’s body. His eyes rolled back and fluttered as Izuku trailed heated kisses down to the nape of his neck, pressing firm nibbles and light mewling whines.

“Kacchan...” Izuku huskily whispered too low for the microphone to pick up.

But Katsuki heard it loud and clear, and he responded with a rumbling groan that went straight to his groin. Izuku had used his nickname... Not the characters name! His nickname! And damn did it sound sweet to his ears! Katsuki’s too far gone and doesn’t stop the decent, even as the smaller male applied pressure, allowing Izuku to guide them deeper onto the bed. Hands followed curves and groped flesh as they moved under the confines of shirts in the makings of a sex scene. Izuku truly felt wonderful against him, moving in time with his movements like a perfect dance. It was only once on his back, with their bodies semi-entwined, that the director finally yelled cut, and Katsuki’s fantasy came to a screeching halt.

“Brilliant work guys!” The director congratulated his two stars as they made their way off the bed. “I think we can call it a wrap!”

Applause rang out on the set as everyone was high-fiving or shaking hands, patting the two men on the back and adding to the job well done message. Izuku was blushed and beaming, but Katsuki still flustered from the scene, ignored the jovial repartee and beelined it to his trailer for some privacy. It was a miracle no one noticed the slight pitch in his pants, because now he was fucking horny! If the director hadn’t stopped them, who knows how far things would have gone. The sound of Izuku’s voice whispering his name continued to repeat in Katsuki’s mind like a siren, but he couldn’t give into it.

“This was just acting!” Katsuki screamed in the safety of his trailer as he punched the wall as hard as he could. It’s a fantasy! A goddamn fantasy world! And it’s over! “Stop thinking about him!” At that moment, there’s a knock on his trailer door followed by his name being called out.

“Kacchan? What was that loud bang?”

Fuck! It was Izuku again!

“Kacchan?” More determined pounding on the doror. “Kacchan, c-can we talk, please, I need to talk to you.”

“I’m fine, go away!”

“I’m not going away, we need to talk about what just happened!”

Katsuki growled and slammed the door wide open, ignoring the throb of his hand. “No, we don’t! It was just a scene Izuku!” But after shouting his piece-of-mind, he’s taken slightly aback at the teary-eyed man who looked like he was on the verge of crying.

“It wasn’t just a scene for me, Kacchan.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Katsuki questioned, though again his whispered nickname sprang back to the forefront. Had Izuku said it on purpose?!

“Did you feel nothing between us?” Izuku’s lip quivered as he spoke. “Was the passion that came out on set just acting?” His voice cracked. “If you say yes, I-I’ll leave you alone. It’s just— I took this job because... I like you, Kacchan. I’ve liked you for a long time and thought maybe... but— that’s okay, just forget it,” he turned to walk away unwilling to take the rejection face-forward. “Thank you for the opportunity to work with you.”

Katsuki stood in his spot completely stunned by the confession. But the further Izuku moved away from his trailer, he quickly realized he was about to lose the very thing he’d come to desire. He raced after the man and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around, and slammed his lips into the stunned Izuku. It was filled with an even more heightened passion then before, now that there was no audience watching them. He nibbled at the man’s bottom lip, eliciting a groan, while Izuku’s hands grabbed desperately onto his shirt, holding tight.

“Fucking nerd,” Katsuki mumbled with a smile while threading his fingers through Izuku’s hair. “How could I not want you too after you’d riled me up since the day we met.”

Izuku blushed in embarrassment. “S-sorry for coming on so strong. I just got in my head that I needed to look cool and not a pining mess. I really wanted to work with you.”

“Tch, I guess I can’t really talk, because I acted like an asshole, so I didn’t look like a pining idiot.” Katsuki laughed. “Guess we’re both pining idiots.” He kissed Izuku again and lowered his voice to a sultry tone. “Wanna finish what we started?”

Izuku giggled as his hands tugged at the man’s waistband. “Most definitely.”

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Silly Bonus: from a chat with a friend lol

As they start to walk back towards Katsuki’s trailer, Izuku takes hold of the man’s hand. But now that the adrenaline had worn off, Katsuki immediately flinched from the pain. Izuku stopped and lifted it up for inspection, seeing the slight swell of the man’s knuckles and drying blood. “Oh my goodness, Kacchan was that noise from you punching the wall?”

“What? No!” He pulled his hand back and hid it behind his back.

“You’re bleeding, we should get the medics.”

“I’m fine, it’s fine, it’s just ketchup.”

“Ketchup?” Izuku’s brow raised. “Really?”

“Really.”

Izuku:

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Anyway I hope you like it newest friend💞

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Some Aran Ojiro x Reader Romance 😩🌹

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you and your boyfriend Aran haven’t been able to see eachother much in the past year at all

He just made the Japan National Team which meant he was practicing and travelling all the time

You two keep up with nightly Facetime dates every night which is great but he almost always falls asleep on you in the first 20 minutes

sleepy muffin that we love so much

You don’t blame him considering his training regimen.

When he wakes up he’s literally talking your ear off apologizing because he feels like a shit boyfriend for falling asleep every time

“I did it again and I know you say it’s fine but it’s not. I’m so sorry Y/N. When I get home, I promise I’ll make it up to you baby girl, I promise. Have a great day Queen and remember I’ll be home to spoil you in 10 days. You’re not ready. I love you! Peace!”

As you lay in your empty bed the next morning, you just smile at the video of him apologizing to you while he is running around his hotel room to get ready for morning practice

Your man works so hard but he never fails to make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you fall asleep. It’s endearing

He is super super busy being a professional athlete but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel special in the little and big ways

Sometimes, he orders you breakfast or dinner from your favourite brunch or sushi spot that you two like to go to so that he can put a smile on your face when he’s travelling

All he asks in return is a cute selfie of you in your pjs and messy bun with the food and that is the only thank you he needs

Seriously send it though or he’ll spam your phone lol

Can I tell you a funny story related to your mans sweet foodie gestures?

Okay so One random night last weekend.....

You heard a knock on the door of your condo and you quickly paused your Netflix movie to dust the popcorn crumbs off Aran’s t-shirt you were wearing

You opened the door excitedly thinking it might be another Uber Eats surprise from your boyfriend but instead you see a grumpy looking Osamu standing in the delivery guys place

“Your boyfriend is annoying.” Osamu deadpanned as he glanced at you once before letting himself in.

“Uh, Nice to see you.....too, Osamu-san.”

Samu murmured something in response grumpily and went over to your kitchen island to place down a large brown paper bag.

“Stupid professional volleyball playing friend and brother,” He muttered under his breath. You watched him take out lots of food from his restaurant from your spot by the door, by the look (and amazing smell) of it the bag was packed with all your favourites. You were thrilled even though the grey haired boy in your kitchen wasn’t.

“Look at me! I’m Aran. My stupid Uber Eats app won’t work from mutant-spider Australia so instead of just chilling like a normal person I call and beg my very handsome and very successful restaurant-owner friend to make my girlfriend all her favourite dishes and drive them over in the middle of a rain storm. A rain storm!”

You held your ground back at the door (knowing good and well not to get in the way of Samu when he was in one of his signature bitchy moods) as a smile crept on your face. It felt like someone was squeezing your heart as you watched Osamu comfortably rummage through your cabinets and find your dishes. He plated your food beautifully like the professional chef he is, all while mumbling angrily under his breath about his quote unquote “Simp of a best friend.”

When he was done with the food, Osamu also pulled out a bottle of your favourite wine from his restaurant that only Aran knows about and poured you a glass perfectly, swaying the liquid around first to make sure it was rich. Satisfied but still annoyed, Osamu cleaned his restaurant’s paper bag contents away and then walked over to your spot on the couch to take a handful of popcorn. Still a grump, he met you back at the door.

Samu looked down at you with the irritated expression you’ve become accustomed to over the years.

“Aran also told me to give you this.” He deadpanned before leaning down to kiss the top off your head then left. You smiled, unable to stop bubbling over in giggles because you knew Aran just added that to annoy his affection-challenged best friend. You poked your head out to the hallway of your condo building, seeing Osamu’s retreating figure you sang:

“Thank you, Samuuuuuu! 🎶”

Effectively adding to his annoyance just like your boyfriend would have wanted you to.

Without looking back, Osamu just lifted up a cool peace sign that your boyfriend and the two brothers were notorious for.

That trio, man.

dinner that night was the best you’ve had in forever

Not only was it delicious but

You realized that very night that your boyfriend was the most remarkable human in the world and you didn’t deserve him

You checked your phone as you sipped your wine because you received several texts from your boy asking where his picture of you eating is and also asking how funny Samu’s reaction was

You giggled as you read the text and then you had an idea! 💡

You put down your phone and quickly changed into some lacy lingerie for the picture:

Your boyfriend always asked for simple ‘rates PG’ pics because he loved to see you bare faced and wearing his big clothes. It was so cute to him.

he would make each new picture you sent his two backgrounds on his phone and he relished in the fact that you were so beautiful when you didn’t try

You knew this, but you also knew that your man deserved a little ‘sumn sumn’ for making tonight so special for you 😉

You put on a little sultry makeup to go with your sexy number and went back to the kitchen to your food and wine

You took a much sexier picture than he would ever expect

Actually you chose to send him a boomerang:

one of your hair slightly disheveled and your tits basically out despite the lacy cover. You pressed the wine glass to your red lips and winked in the boomerang, wiggling your hips ever so seductively

•••

in a luxurious hotel in Australia, your stunning boyfriend just finished his shower in his hotel room

He dried his face with a towel and opened his iMessage app on his phone... effectively ignoring the:

“🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼it’s done.🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼”

text from his best friend Osamu and clicking your name instead

Aran swiped left on his phone hoping to see another cute picture of his girlfriend being sent to him that makes his day the brightest but what he actually sees instead almost makes him drop his phone out of his wet hands

No Deadass he almost dropped it! it slipped out of his hands 4 times

His heart beating because of his phone but mostly because you were the finest woman he’s ever seen, he replays your sexy boomerang 30 times, literally engraving every detail about you into his mind. If his teammates weren’t so nosy he’d love to make what you just sent him his background on his phone......but that wouldn’t work

He really treasured you and what you sent though. For Aran, the next 9 days at this Global Tournament could not go by fast enough.

Aran’s never asked for naughty pictures from you not once because he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but seeing that you did it on your own, of course it made him want to skip his National game tomorrow just to fly back and make love to you all night then rub your back the way you like until you fell asleep

Mans is in LOVE, you feel me?

He wanted to show you just how treasured you are for sticking by his side through all this travelling shit. He wanted you to always know you were his queen even if he was miles away

So, by you sending this sexy Boomerang and treating him like a King even though you didn’t have to, your man fell even harder for you

He had so much planned when he came home like always: spoil you with a shopping trip with your girls, a romantic spa trip for you both and a trip to the amusement park, but it seemed so far away now

Frowning, Aran texted you back a paragraph telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he was to have you in his life for a plethora of reasons

He Facetime’d you for the expected classic 20 minutes while you wore that lingerie BUT he actually stayed up for 36 minutes because he was fighting sleep like a damn boxer. He wanted to see you... but of course his fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face because you whispered goodnight

•••

the next day, after sleeping in, Aran woke up for his first tournament game and did all of his pre-game rituals which included calling you, and his best friends Kita & the twins.

He proceeded to his 6:00pm game as planned in the grand court of Sydney.

Aran sweetly signed autographs and Jerseys with his name on it that fans and little kids eagerly presented to him before and after the game that they had won.

“Mr. Ran’! Mr. ‘Ran! Volleybwall is my most favouritest sport to pway , too! Can I have hug???” Asked a particularly bouncy little African-Australian girl in the crowd. Aran glances at the dad for permission and upon granting Aran nodded kindly and picked up the toddler so she was propped up on his hip. The girl wrapped her miniature arms around the big volleyball star’s neck and squeezed tightly. Aran chuckled in his deep voice, exclaiming an “Ow! You’re a strong one, aren’t you? A future Ace for sure.” The little girl gasped at her idols words and hugged him harder. The dad had to literally rip her out of Ojiro’s arms because she didn’t want to let go.

“Don’t break the volleyball player, honey. They’re sore.” Said the father to his daughter.

Aran reached in his gym bag to collect a clean tournament shirt from his bag and handed it to the hysterically crying little girl. “Sore is an understatement. But....here, ‘future Ace.’ When you make the National Women’s Team and I’m the one at one of your games, maybe you can give it back to me.”

The little girl’s whole life was made as she immediately stopped crying and smiled widely, hugging the shirt close to her chest as if it might disappear if she let go.

Because he was a teddy bear and wanted to sign as many kids memorabilia as possible, plus give the youth encouraging messages....Aran usually stayed an hour or two later than the other players after their away games. Telling his teammates to go on ahead back to their hotel without him

HE’S PERFECT 😩

Sore as hell and more tired than ever after his big games, he picked up his phone to call you on his way back to the hotel

He loved hearing your voice it was so soothing to him

No answer. He tried 5 times.

Thinking you were probably working hard from home, Ojiro dragged his feet past the hotel concierge and used all of his slumped body weight to push open the door to his hotel room.

He didn’t remember it being this dark in here or even shutting off the lights when he left, but being too tired to care he dropped his huge bag on the floor, gripping his aching shoulder as he took one step to the right to flip on the lights

When he did, he had to rub his sleepy eyes because he couldn’t believe what he saw

“Y-Y/N?!”

Standing in the middle of his hotel room, you smiled brightly and ran to your boyfriend, wrapping your legs around his waist in a koala hug. You wore that lacy number you used in the picture you sent him last night. Your man stumbled back from the impact and overall surprise but once he was stable he hugged you back tightly.

“Oh my God, you look incredible, what-what are you doing here?!” He asked, still in disbelief.

You pecked his lips and jumped down. “After last night I missed you so much. So I just called into work, booked a 9-hour direct flight and now I’m here! I’m staying for the rest of the tournament. Hi, handsome!!!!” You had so much happiness and light in your eyes that it literally woke up your boyfriend by contentment, even though he was just on the verge of collapsing on his bed from fatigue minutes ago.

He grabbed your face softly in his large hands and tilted your head up towards his to give you a proper kiss, letting you know how happy he was through the kiss.

You pulled away. “Whoa! Someone’s happy to see me!” You poked his tummy.

“An understatement—Wait, what is that?” Finally looking away from your face for the first time since he entered his room, Aran looked behind you in awe. There was a rather large massage table set up in the centre of his suite.

“Oh, that old thing?!” You questioned playfully as you jogged over to the big table and showcased it with your hands like a Wheel of Fortune prize girl. “I tried to book a massage for you for tomorrow because I know you always forget, but they were all booked obviously so I just asked the guy downstairs—after name dropping you—if they could bring this up and they had no problem with it!”

Aran looked at you incredulously so you continued. “Lay down, babe. I know you must be sore after your game. I ordered food for you too but they said it will be up here in an hour and a half. So, I’ll get out some of your kinks now, we’ll eat, and then I can massage you more until you fall asleep.”

Aran couldn’t believe this was happening.

“But you just got off a flight, Y/N! You must be tired, too! I couldn’t possibly—“

You gave your boyfriend your best Osamu impression with your seriously annoyed frown. “Aran. You do everything in your power to make sure that I’m feeling more than amazing every single day even when you are halfway across the world. So now since I’m a mere halfway across the room, I want to do this for you. Please. Let me return the favour.”

Feeling too tired to bicker and knowing you meant business, your big man gave in. He removed his shirt when you asked and settled face down on the comfortable table.

You put on some soft r&b and took out the essential oils you bought from the spa and began to give your man a sensual but remarkable rub down, taking immense care in soothing his muscle pain in his legs and back

You listened for his groans when you reached particularly sensitive spots on his back and spent a lot more time in those areas

When you were massaging his shoulders you made sure to lean down every few minutes to kiss the side of his neck and Aran would sigh in delight every time.

“Y/N. I know you want to get all of my kinks out and trust me this feels amazing, but, if you keep kissing me dressed like that I’ll stop this massage to make love to you on this table. Okay?”

You giggled and smacked his booty.

“Kay.” 😇

When the food came, you and Aran opted to sit on the couch and eat, feeding eachother and kissing and just being all cute n shit—🙄

A/N: Can you tell how jealous I am?

After dinner and your night routines, you told your baby to give you his hands in bed.

you lotioned them in between your smaller ones and gave him a long, much desired, kneading hand massage in the pitch black room until he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I love you, Y/N.” whispered Ojiro, his deep voice slower because he was half asleep. “Please be here when I wake up....” He whispered before succumbing to a deep slumber.

You stopped your massage, kissed both of his hands and cuddled into his warm body.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Aran.” You closed your eyes too, feeling sleep wash over you as well.... “I’ll always be here.”

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What Christmas Means to Me- Dean x Reader

A/N: Happy New Year, friends! I am enjoying a Harry Potter marathon as I am off for the entire weekend! I hope you had a wonderful time last night and that you were safe! Hopeful for the new year.

So, this is extremely late and for that, I apologize. Life is rather chaotic for me but it’s okay, I’m doing good work for others. The, further along I get into this new job, the more I hope to be able to update without anyone looking over my shoulder. However, I hope you still enjoy this holiday fic, even with it being after the holidays!

Warnings: Slight mentions of depression, angst, but a lot of fluff to make up for the heavy stuff

Word Count: 5,152

Requests are OPEN!

Holiday Masterlist| Masterlist of all Masterlists

This time of year, was normally special to you. The lights, the presents, the food, the music, but this year, was different. 2020 was the year that was supposed to bring endless possibilities yet every dream of everyone all around the world, came to a halting stop as the coronavirus starting wreaking havoc on China first, then spreading its way to the rest of the world. Restaurants, schools, churches, movie theaters, bars, everything was shut down and people who weren’t considered essential workers were asked to stay inside. Towns and cities across the world were told it was unsafe to leave their homes unless it was absolutely necessary to. The summer saw a bit of a slowdown in the number of cases a day, yet there was an entire second “wave” expected to come by the winter months. It was a scary time, to say the least, but as the year was wrapping up and it the second wave was starting to take its toll too; you knew that everyone was anticipating the end of the year and a possible vaccination.

The family business needed to be put on hold. When the news broke about the virus, the Winchesters decided it was for the best interest and safety of everyone if you put your live-saving efforts aside until it was safe again. To say that it was a challenge to be locked up in the Bunker with the brothers was an understatement. You felt as if the walls were slowly closing in on you until finally, after four months in lockdown, you began to venture out of the Bunker. Wearing your masks and keeping yourselves distant from anyone who wasn’t in the Bunker, you and the Brothers had decided to make a much-needed supply run. In times of emergencies, like being put on a lockdown, Sam had stocked up over the years with necessary items. But no one knew you would end up using the supplies that were meant to last an entire year, in only four months. Because your normal supply runs that you used to do once a week hadn’t happened in all that time, it was needed now more than ever. The first time you left the Bunker since the virus hit, it was an odd experience. Wearing a mask anytime you were around other people, keeping at least six feet away from them and constantly having to wash or sanitize your hands was completely foreign to you. It seemed like a lot of people were already adjusted to these protocols but you and the brothers were struggling with these changes. Wanting to go home as soon as possible, you hurried to grab all your essential items before making your way to the checkout line. A few more attempts at these new runs and it almost became ‘normal’ for all of you.

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With the end of the year quickly approaching, it grew more and more difficult to get into the holiday spirit. Because everything was turned upside down, you wondered if Christmas was really worth celebrating. You couldn’t really go anywhere or have anyone over to celebrate, so why even bother? A lot of the normal activities you liked to do around the holiday has been canceled and it was hard to stay positive about it all. Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing; he knew how much this time of year meant to you and it hurt him to see that you were so down and out of spirit this year.

“I just don’t see the purpose of celebrating the holidays with this many deaths in the world, everyone panicking about how much worse this thing could get and we can’t really go out anywhere and do too much anyway, so what’s the point?” You say, explaining why you’ve lost your spirit.

 “The point is, it's your favorite time of year (y/n). You love all the lights and the music and movies, the tree, decorating the house; it’s your thing!” Dean said, almost in a pleading tone in his voice. It sounded a lot heavier than he normally used and you could tell it was bothering him to hear you say these unusual things about holidays.

 “I know that’s how I normally feel but I just can’t seem to feel that way this year,” you say, feeling worse about bringing it up to him in the first place, especially since he gave his best impression of Sam’s puppy dog look.

“Well, I think you just need some help getting into the holiday spirit then. And I think me and Sammy are the perfect ones to help you out!” Dean said, grinning from ear to ear. That normally meant that he was up to something and you knew he wouldn’t tell you what he was planning. 

“I don’t know Dean, I’m not sure that’ll help,” you say, still unsure of his idea. 

“Well, you can at least let us try, especially me. I have quite a few ideas up my sleeve,” he says with that grin never fading away.

“Really? So, you have ideas for spreading the Christmas spirit? Usually, you never get into the holidays; you typically treat them like any other day,” you reason with the eldest Winchester. You had known him for long enough to know how the holidays typically went for the brothers. 

“So, this year has been more different than in the past. I think we ought to celebrate being alive and healthy because who knows how next year will go?” His answer surprised you. It was deeper than what you were expecting him to say and he hasn’t said anything with that much meaning behind it in a long time. The sentiment warmed your heart. 

“Alright, that was unexpected coming from the resident grump of the family, but okay. If you want to be festive and think it’ll help,” you trail off before he interjects saying,

“I do think it’ll help; I promise!”

You chuckle, shaking your head at the fully grown man acting like a child. Within that instant, he was off to begin his plan but his first task was finding Sam.

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 Dean’s POV

 I was thrilled when (y/n) agreed to let me help her get into the Christmas spirit. It really upset me knowing she couldn’t seem to find any on her own. She’s the one who has gotten me and Sam excited for the holidays in the past but with this crap going on with this virus, she lost all her usual excitement. This usually cheerful girl had turned the exact opposite of who she normally was. I couldn’t let her be this down during this special time of year, so I took it upon myself to cheer her up. 

“Sammy!” I call out for my younger brother in the main room of the Bunker, hoping to see if he would want to help me out. He wasn’t in his room nor was he in the library; where the hell was he?

“Sammy!” I yell again, escalating my voice in hopes that would make a difference.

“Hey, what’s going on Dean?” Sam says, finally making his presence known.

“Dude, where the hell have you been?” 

“I was out in the garage working on some of the cars and before you freak out, no, I didn’t touch Baby.”

“Good, cause otherwise, I’d have to kill you,” I jokingly say but I’m just left with his infamous bitch face.

“What do you want, Dean?” He asks, growing more frustrated with me.

“I need help with a project for (y/n).”

“What kind of project?” Sam’s annoyance melted into curiosity.

“She needs a little holiday cheer,” I say.

“She’s not in the holiday spirit?” He sounded just as surprised as I did the first time I heard how (y/n) was really feeling.

“No, she said with all crap happening with this stupid virus, she doesn’t see a reason to celebrate the holidays,” I explain.

“But no one here has gotten it; shouldn’t we celebrate that?” Sam suggests.

“That’s what I told her but she said that because so many people have died from COVID we shouldn’t be celebrating. And because a lot of places that normally do events for the holidays are canceled or closed, that just makes her feel less interested.”

Sam held a rather sad expression on his face, much similar to the one I had when I first spoke to (y/n).

“So, what are we going to do?” He asks.

“Well, I think we should go crazy with decorations this year. All the lights, garland, blow up decorations in the yard; the whole nine yards!” I say with all the excitement I felt from within.

However, Sam just gave me this look, as if to say he knew something I didn’t. I decided to press him about it.

“What’s that look for?”

“You may not be as smart as you think you are,” He said.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I’m slightly offended at this point.

“Let’s just say not everything is how it seems. You need to look deeper than just the surface,”

“Alright whatever, are you in or not?”

“Yes, I’m in.”

Sam tends to go around saying things that make him sound like a hippy or something. I guess that’s why he always liked that Mandela guy. But that didn’t matter right now; what matters is that he’s helping.

I normally don’t like playing festive music but for (y/n)’s sake, I thought why not? I found a speaker and hooked my phone up to it. Trying to find rock n roll Christmas music was harder than I thought. Finally, I found Santa Claus is Coming to Town by the Boss. Grabbing some boxes of decorations, I had found in one of the storage rooms in the Bunker, I started setting up the specially requested tree from (y/n). She always talked about getting an artificial tree because they make less of a mess than the real ones do and she had a certain style in her head she wanted to try. She wanted a white tree with colored lights and for some red garland to be wrapped around it so that’s what she got. Granted, I had to go to a few different stores to find a big one to set up in the War Room so when you walk in the Bunker, you’re immediately greeted by a giant tree! Starting with a base and working from there, I constructed it myself before Sam decided to join in and help to add the ornaments we found. There were boxes filled with some rather outdated designs but Sam insisted we keep them because he knew (y/n) would like them. Much like him, she is a history nerd so she would love the antique look but I also know she would want to include the ornaments she had from her childhood and some of the ones she’s bought recently. I smile to smile to myself as I think about her reaction. Eyes wide, face brighter, possibly jaw-dropping; her expressions were adorable. Yeah, yeah, I know, I find my best friend adorable, so what? So that isn’t typical of me but she brings that out in me. It doesn’t matter cause it’s completely under control and no one knows about it. Do I have ‘feelings’ for (y/n)? I don’t know but something was different. The further into decorating Sam and I got, the more he’d keep looking at me with that same look as before.

“Alright, what’s on your mind, Sammy?” I ask, attempting to get my younger brother’s attention but he was too focused on his decorating.

“Hmm?” He says nonchalantly.

“Why do you keep giving me these looks like, I don’t know, you’re keeping a secret or something from me and you’re dangling that above me so I can keep asking you about it, so what’s up? What do you know?”

Now Sam’s attention was fully on me. He stopped what he was doing and looked right at me. He cleared his throat and took a few steps back from the tree, indicating he wanted me to follow him. He sat at the Map table, motioning for me to sit across from him.

“Well, this seems to be a lot of work for someone,” he starts, referring to all the work I was doing to help cheer (y/n) up.

“She’s not someone, she’s family and this isn’t just for her; both of us could use some Christmas spirit. We haven’t had a normal Christmas since we were kids and even that was usually met with Dad being away on hunts. We had that one year in the crappy motel room that you set up, and I loved that, but this, this is our chance to go crazy with it,” I defend.

“I don’t think you’d go to the lengths you are now just for anyone.”

“I would do the same for you.”

“Someone outside this Bunker.”

“And? What’s your point?”

“My point is, there seem to be underlying motives for you doing all of this for (y/n).”

“Aside from just being nice?” I question. What the hell is he getting at?

“Yes, I think you may have feelings for (y/n).” Shit.

“Of course, I have feelings for her, she’s my best friend. I care for her, ‘feelings,’” I say, using air quotes as I try to blow off the fact that Sam was right on the money.

“No, romantic feelings,” he adds.

“What makes you say that?” I ask, trying to play his little game. I needed to know if it was that obvious.

“Well for one, all of this,” he says, motioning to the room around us, now completely decorated. I’ll be honest, it looks like Santa threw up holly jolly stuff in here but it’s for (y/n) and she loves Christmas.

“I already told you, I’m just trying to help out a friend.”

“Then explain the way you look at her, or your immediate concern for her when she hurts herself, even a tiny cut. You freak out as soon as she says ‘ow’ and yes, she does say it a lot, but she’s usually fine. But you rush to her side and won’t stop pestering her until she insists that she’s okay. Or how about when she comes to check on you when you wake up screaming from nightmares? You instantly become like a child; clinging to her as if she was going to leave you forever. And do you think she can ever say no to you? Of course not. So, she grabs her own pillow from her bed and joins you in yours. And I know all of that because I’ve seen her do it before and I’ve found you two sleeping in each other’s arms several times. You’re crazy about her and would do anything for her. At the snap of her fingers, you’d go running. You’re in love, Dean, and so is (y/n).”

“Look, regardless of any possible “feelings” I may or may not have, this is the right thing to do. She would do the same for either one of us if we felt like she had” I reason, to which Sam nods in agreement.

If anyone needed this boost of Christmas spirit, it was (y/n). The virus has hit her hard because she cares for others so much. She, unfortunately, has so many friends who have come down with it and one of her family members passed away from it. We were right when we said we were lucky because no one here in the Bunker got it, but too many people (y/n) cared about were sick and that’s why she struggled so much.

Once everything was finished, I decided it was time for the surprise. Turning down the hallway of bedrooms, I stopped at the door that had (y/n) written on it. She wanted to make her room her own when she moved in so hers was the only one with her name on the front. Knocking gently, I hear muffled sobs coming from the other side of the door. 

“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” I say, pushing the door open to see her lying on her stomach, face buried in her pillows. When she mumbles a response of some kind, I walk to the side of the bed she was on, and place my hand on her back. She didn’t flinch at my touch, so I began rubbing soothing circles on her back, trying my hardest to comfort her as much as possible. Without really thinking, I reached for her and she flew into my awaiting arms. I won’t lie, I was surprised she was letting me be that affectionate towards her. Granted, we did have a rather “touchy,” “feely” relationship but this was different. With how I feel about her now, I noticed my behavior was a little different than it was before. I would hold her just a little tighter, my touch was a little bit softer and lingered just a bit longer. Not that I think she’d notice, especially at a time like this, but I tried anyway because now I knew how I felt. Something about seeing her vulnerable and relying on me for her support; meant a lot. I wasn’t sure if now was going to be the best time or not, but I think it’s now or never. 

“Hey, come with me. I know what will cheer you up,” I say into her hair, my lips pressing loving kisses to her head. With her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes that were wet from her tears, they sparkled in a different way than they normally would. It made me want to kiss her right there but I had to hold back; I couldn’t risk ruining this moment by moving too fast. But she looked into my eyes and she nodded, needing a hand up so she could follow me. She walked close beside me, and her smaller hand fit into mine. I found myself smiling at the contact, no matter how small it was. We walked out to the War Room and just as I had thought, her eyes widened, her jaw had dropped, and a hand had come up to cover her mouth. 

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Reader’s POV

“De-Dean, you, you did all this for me?” I asked once I was able to come back from my initial shock.

“Yeah. Well, when you said you needed help getting into the Christmas spirit and once you gave the okay on it, I knew we needed to go big on this,” 

“We?” I ask.

“Yep, Sammy helped out too,” 

“When you said you were going to help, I had no idea it was going to look like all of this! Dean, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me; thank you,” I say, still shocked by all the effort he put into it. 

“Anything for you sweetheart,” he says. “Come look at the tree,” he speaks softly, leading me over to the tree. Taking a closer look, I notice the ornaments that gave off an antique look to them. The boys must’ve found these in one of the storage rooms and it was sweet of them to put them up on my behalf. I know Sam didn't mind them but for Dean, history was definitely considered boring so this meant something. As I circled the tree, Dean remained on the opposite side, following my lead slowly. He kept his eyes focused on my face, as my eyes bounced between all the different hidden gems of the tree. The very minute my eyes locked with his, he would look away. We played this little game for a bit before Dean walked up the stairs to the door to the entrance of the Bunker. I follow him and am met with tons of blow-up animated characters. There was a Snoopy, a Santa, a reindeer, a Minion, the Grinch, so many different ones. I laughed as one of the characters kept swaying in the wind, occasionally hitting Dean as he looked at the work he did. He grew frustrated and started to fight with the inflatable, causing more of a ruckus than was necessary.

It was at that very moment that I saw him in a new light. I wasn’t sure why this made any difference but it made me think about my relationship with Dean. We had always been friends, ever since we first met. I had just happened to witness the death of someone that was a victim of a Rugaru attack so he and Sam had to ask me questions about what I witnessed. Since then, the boys had vowed to always protect me because I was scared shitless after what I saw. I wasn’t a hunter or used to anything of the supernatural world until that day, so when the boys told me who they really were, I was scared. Scared that an incident like that would happen again, it was Dean who drew me into a hug and reassured me he would never allow that to come true. It was Dean who would stay up late at night with me when I had nightmares of that day. It was Dean who stood by my side when I was sick, or when mother nature called and I couldn’t function. It was Dean who would watch chick flick movies with me because I spent hours watching Clint Eastwood movies with him. It was Dean who I fell in love with and was certain he was the man I was destined to be with for the rest of my life. He stopped ‘fighting’ with the inflatables when he noticed me just staring at him. Maybe he grew self-conscious and that was why he approached me slowly, but when he was close enough to me, I spoke the truth to my best friend, bringing light to a lie I had been burying for all these years.  

“I love you,” I say, holding back from jumping on him, as much as I wanted to in that very moment.

He seemed to have been in a different state of mind from what he was before my confession. He looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite make out the meaning behind. I wondered what was going through his head, the silence and stillness driving me up a wall. But just as I started to walk away, a hand had grasped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I turn back to face Dean, who was suddenly a lot closer to me, as he gently placed his forehead against mine.

“I’m so glad to hear you say that sweetheart, because I too, love you,” he said, voice barely louder than a whisper, but it spoke volumes to me. He let go of my wrist, that hand sliding up the length of my arm and up to the side of my face, where his thumb ran back and forth along my cheek. His other hand had gripped my hip, bringing me right up to his chest, and his eyes never trailed away from mine, except to occasionally falter down to my lips and back up again. In all his years of flirting and one-night stands, if someone were to tell me he would fall in love and he would take his time expressing that love to someone, I would’ve laughed right in their faces. I would say ‘Dean Winchester, capable of falling in love with someone? Impossible!’ But to be on the receiving side of that affection and sharing that affection towards him, some things are just destined to change. Ever so slowly, he moved his head closer to mine, allowing the tension of the moment to build, until he closed the space between our lips. Almost immediately, I responded, falling into a rhythm that was easy to come by. His lips, soft and full against mine, showed just how strong and powerful he was. He was in control of this moment; I just followed his lead. His strength and resilience he used in his fights against the world of darkness and those who wanted to cause harm, was showing itself in this kiss. Yet there was another side of him that was only shown to a few who were close to him. A softer, vulnerable side, that proved he was scared of whatever he was feeling. A side of uncertainty of his future, a sense of fear of failing to protect his younger brother and me. He held himself to a much higher standard than anyone else because he was older and he knew his father trusted him to be another version of him. And it broke my heart to see him struggle with the constant fear of disappointment. As best I could, I tried to kiss that pain away, hoping that he could tell I didn’t expect anything else but for him to be himself with me. He didn’t have to try to be perfect, he didn’t have to worry about disappointing anyone; all he needed to do was let himself just be.

“I love you, so much,” he says when we break the kiss.

“I love you too, Dean. But can we go inside, please? I’m freezing!” I say and we both laugh. He leans in to quickly kiss my lips again, before taking my hand in his and leading me back down to the Bunker.

When we stepped back down inside, Sam was sitting at the Map table, behind his laptop screen, typing away at the keys. He looked up when Dean let the door slam shut, a wide smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n),” he says, standing up to hug me.

“Thank you so much for all this, Sam,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to hug the taller man.

“Well, I did just help out a bit but this was mostly Dean’s work.”

“I know, I think I’ve already thanked him pretty well for it,” I say, shooting the eldest Winchester a wink. Sam noticed and looked between his brother and me a few times, eyebrows raising in suspicion.

“Did something happen out there?” Sam asked, wondering what new development came from mine and Dean’s relationship.

“Let’s just say, we finally figured out what we felt towards one another and now, I guess, we’re now, together?” I say, looking to Dean, who just nods and smiles at me.

“Well, whatever this is, I am happy for you both. I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to figure it out without me having to get involved,” Sam said.

“Wait, you knew too?” I ask, surprised to know Sam was in on these feelings Dean had for me.

“It was a bit obvious, plus I’ve known Dean close to forty years so I can tell,” Sam said, smiling at me when he saw the blush form on my cheeks.

“I appreciate you not stepping in though, Sam. We had it figured out,” I say, trying to cover up the fact that we probably could’ve used more help.

“Yeah, it seemed like it,” Sam said, rolling his eyes but still smiling.

“Alright, alright, enough of that! (Y/N), go get in your pajamas; I have one more surprise for you,” Dean says. I can’t imagine what more Dean can do for me to get into the holiday spirit, but I do as he asks and head to my room.

Shutting the door behind me, I go to the dresser and open the second drawer from the top. Inside, I pick out a black, cotton tee shirt and red and green plaid pajama bottoms, to make up a holiday outfit. Brushing my hair back and out of my face, I tie it up in a loose bun and spritz just a bit of perfume on; had to smell nice for my man. My phone suddenly lights up, showing a new text awaiting my attention. I unlock the screen and press the messages icon. It opens to reveal ‘Dean’ and a small number one on the right side. I tap the message and I can see the entirety of the message.

“Hey baby, one thing I forgot to mention, grab a few pillows and blankets; it’s rather cold outside. I love you.”

What is this boy planning? I still do what he asks, grabbing all the pillows and blankets my two arms could carry and struggle to open the door. I teeter down the hall, desperately hoping I don’t bump into anything.

“Oh shit (y/n), here let me help!” Dean yells when I come back out to the Map room. “I didn’t mean all this!”

“I-I didn’t know how many to take so I just grabbed all I could,” I shrug, to which Dean just laughed at me.

“My silly girl,” He says, kissing my lips just enough to leave me wanting more but not enough to cause a distraction from his plan.

“Set the pillows down here and the blankets down on the other end,” Dean instructs, asking for the comfort items to be sprawled out of the floor. The extra blankets I brought made for a less than perfect bed but the company was more what I was there for. A fire had been lit and all the lights in the room had been turned off, except for all the Christmas decorations. Dean turned back to me after he finished illuminating the room with gentle light. It was just bright enough for us to see each other; his eyes reflected the lights from the tree and the fireplace as we lay and held one another. No words passed between us for a while, just the low sound of the crackling fireplace, as our eyes did all the communicating, we needed.

“I’m so happy that you are here with me and after all this time” Dean finally speaks up, brushing some hair out of my face.

“I’m happy too. I can’t believe we’re finally together,” I say, going in for another kiss, this one longer and slower than in the recent past. This, much like our first kiss, held all our feelings towards one another. Kissing Dean was something I would never get used to but I would cherish each kiss like it was our first; afraid it would be the last.

“So, did this help?” Dean asks, referring to his holiday plan.

I laugh, hiding my face in my hands, heat rising on my cheeks. I was still in shock that he did all this work for me but I loved him even more for it.

“Oh yes, very much. Thank you, Dean. This is what Christmas means to me, love,” I sing. “I love you so, so much.”

“The world and so much more to my girl. Merry Christmas, baby,” he says.

“Merry Christmas, Dean.”

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Spirit Week - Monday: Wedding Day

In which everyone is dressed up for a wedding and chaos ensues.

Sorry this took a while, my laptop keyboard has been throwing hissy fits and seems to believe I’m holding down / constantly. Seems to be behaving today so here’s Chapter 2. As always it can be found on AO3 also here (I tend to update AO3 first)

Sunday night found Kore, Mammon. Levi and Beel all curled up on Kore’s bed watching the latest episode of a show Levi had recommended to them. They didn’t quite fit, Kore was sandwiched between Mammon and Beel - though with Mammon’s insistent tugging at her she was almost on top of him - while Levi pressed up against her legs. It had taken some convincing to get him out his room and here in the first place, and now she felt bad he seemed almost separated from them. “You can come up here if you want Levi?” She shifted slightly, making a vague gesture towards her torso that made Mammon frown, even if Levi didn’t bother to turn his head away from his D.D.D to look. “Why would I want to get closer to a normie like you?” Kore laughed, reaching forwards to gently ruffle his hair, momentarily exposing the reddened tips of his ears. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, you grump.” She didn’t need to see his face to know he’d be bright red by now, fingers flying across the screen as he muttered something about ‘normies’ and ‘waifu’ under his breath. She relaxed back against Mammon, still smiling softly. “So… you guys all prepared for Spirit Week? What’s the plan?” Mammon groaned. “It’s a pain in the ass, I’m not doing it.” Beel swallowed and shook his head. “You know Lucifer won’t let you get away with that.” “... crap.” Kore laughed, shaking her head. “Besides that, you can’t let Asmo out-do you with his dress!” She glanced over to him, watching his cheeks flush just a little. “I think you’d look dashing in a tuxedo.” She hadn’t said it just to get a rise out of him, but he looked so pretty with his face flushed like that it was hard to resist. Still, she thought, he really would look dashing in a tux. “Yeah, well… maybe I’ll do it. Only ‘cause Lucifer would be mad at me, nothing to do with what you just said. Of course I’d look great in a tuxedo, I look great in everything. I’m the Great Mammon.” He paused. “What’re you looking at me like that for?” Kore shook her head, “No reason. What about you Beel?” He shrugged, chewing a mouthful of popcorn for a second before swallowing. “Guess I’m wearing the same as everyone else.” “Awh, not joining me and Asmo in our dresses?” She pouted a little, eyes sparkling with mischief. “He’s really going for a dress?” Levi looked up from his phone with a frown. “Of course he is, that idiot will do anything for attention.” Mammon grumbled from somewhere behind Kore’s head, shifting slightly. “You’re wearing one too Kore?” “Asmo insisted.” She frowned a little. “I hope it’s not too ridiculous.” The boys fell suspiciously silent and she sighed, shaking her head. “I’m clearly the smart one doing lessons online, I don’t have to do any of this.” “I think you should anyway Levi, school spirit and all that. You can join the spirit of suffering with the rest of us.” Kore bumped him lightly with her knee. “At least we’ll look good doing it?”

Kore was roused from her sleep by the sound of hammering on her door. Groaning she rolled over to check her D.D.D. Well, she hadn’t overslept despite what turned out to be quite a late night, in fact it was still 30 minutes until her alarm… what in all hells was happening? Couldn’t be an emergency, no one else sounded like they were awake. Maybe Lucifer? What had she done to get in trouble this time? Grumbling she hauled herself out of bed, tugging down the oversized tee shirt she’d stolen from Beel, and opened the door. “Lord Diavolo you look awful!” “Why thank you Asmodeus, how nice to see you too.” She stopped just short of shutting the door in his face, settling for a tired glare instead. “Why are you here?” Asmo grinned brightly, holding up a large black bag. “It’s Monday! We have a Wedding to prepare for!” “It’s barely Monday, why so early?” Kore grumbled in response, stepping back to let him into her room. “I have to get your makeup and hair done too!” “I can do my own makeup, it’s not that hard. I was happy to just steal a suit from someone you know?” “I cannot be the only one in this house in a dress, besides, it would be a crime to let a pretty girl like you go without a wedding dress today!” “Flattery won’t get you anywhere Asmo.” She flopped down on the bed, staring at the black bag. “Go ahead, do your worst.” Grinning from ear to ear Asmodeus descended on her, makeup brushes in hand.

It felt like it took forever.

Kore was pretty certain it didn’t take her this long to sort her makeup in the morning. Granted, her makeup was more basic than this, because sleep was very important, but still. She stared at herself in the mirror, at least it was more her style than the stuff she saw in wedding pictures in the human realm. He’d done a good job with her hair too, an elegant updo in contrast to her usual simple style. “That’s… pretty good actually, thank you Asmo.” She smiled softly, turning her face this way and that. “Wait until you see the dress!” She turned to see him holding an elegant black dress, a beautiful gold pattern that looked almost like flames framing the bottom edge. Eyes wide she took it from him, studying the intricate details carefully, from the low back to the sheer sleeves. “That’s… wow.” She looked back up at him. “Is it really okay for me to wear this?” “Of course! You should see mine!” He held up an even more extravagant black dress, though this time the details were pink and included the symbol for lust… in sequins. Kore giggled. “Very you.” ‘So, wedding dresses in Devildom look like they’re generally black. Good to know. Much more my style than white wedding dresses I guess, though it would have been nice to wear one just once in my life…’ “Hey” a pair of fingers snapped in front of her face “are you going to put that on or not?” “Oh yeah, sorry.” Her face flamed slightly. “Are you going to just stand there?” “You expect me to leave and miss out on this show? Besides, you’ll need help doing it up.” Kore narrowed her eyes. “At least turn around.” With a huff and a series of muttered complaints Asmodeus turned his back to her, leaving her to change in peace. The dress was surprisingly easy to put on, though he had been right about her needing a hand, she couldn’t quite get the zip at the back all the way up. “Erm, zip help?” With a grin Asmo spun around, though his idea of zipping her up involved way more caressing her back than strictly necessary. “I said zip, not feel me up.” “Couldn’t resist.” Just as she opened her mouth to say something the door flew open. “Yo, Kore what’s the…” Mammon froze half way though his sentence, staring at her. Oh no, he looks good. Kore’s eyes trailed over the half open shirt and tie that he hadn’t even attempted to do up before glancing back up to his wide eyes and half open mouth. ‘Oh hells. Wait, why has he gone quiet? This can’t be good’. “Oh… does it really look that bad? I’ll just…” She whirled to head to the bathroom and change, but a firm hand around her wrist stopped her. Expected Asmo she turned ready to snap at him, but instead her eyes met tanned skin and blue eyes that were a bit too close. “You look good… uh, for a human.” Suddenly he released her wrist as if he’d been burned, blushing furiously at her wide eyes and broad grin. “Thank you!” She reached up to touch her hair. “I do kinda like this tiara, I might have to keep it.” “Yeah, well, don’t get any ideas. C’mon, we’ll be late if you don’t hurry up.” She glanced at her D.D.D and winced, ‘hells Asmo, this took forever’. “Please let me get coffee first.”

The day had mostly been uneventful, outside of the initial surprise from all of the Demons gathered in the breakfast room at her appearance and Kore’s flush and excited gushing about how good they all looked (much to Mammon’s poorly hidden irritation). Once they’d reached the school and were surrounded by other students all wearing fancy wedding attire she felt much less awkward and actually started to enjoy it, complimenting several students on how nice they looked, to mixed reactions. Even Solomon and Simeon had got in on the act, though Simeon didn’t look quite so different in his priest outfit as most of the rest of the student body. She managed to sit next to one of the brothers in almost all her classes, usually Mammon, though occasionally Beel or, since he seemed to be feeling generous today and offered to help her in one class - Satan. It was only her very last class of the day where she sat alone, and the only one that seemed to drag. Solomon had sat in front of her, and occasionally turned to give her a pointer when she grumbled particularly loudly about being stuck, but it just wasn’t the same. And for some reason she was sure she could feel eyes burning into her the whole lesson. Finally the bell rang and she was free, though part of her didn’t really want to have to take this stunning dress off, she stood and stretched, letting a soft groan slip past her lips as she felt her back cracking. “Need me to walk you back home?” She looked over at Solomon and smiled. “Thanks for the offer, but Mammon and Beel said they’d be waiting for me in the courtyard. I should be okay getting there.” She glanced towards the door and smiled. “Besides, I think Asmo is after your attention.” Solomon turned and laughed. “The girls in the school really didn’t stand a chance did they?” “Not at all, Drama Queen.” Kore grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” With a wave Solomon headed out, leaving Kore to collect the last of her things and head towards the courtyard. She was almost there when she heard voices behind her. Cruel, angry sounding voices. “Hey you, human!” Kore stopped, turning to look at the owner of the vicious sounding voice. A demon was stood there, one hand on her hip as she fixed her with a vicious glare. A few of what Kore guessed must be her friends were gathered around her in a way that reminded her for a fleeting moment of a pack of hungry hyenas. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kore blinked. “Um, going to the courtyard to meet my friends?” That just seemed to make the demon more angry. “I meant with Mammon. Putting your filthy human hands all over him, he’s going to me mine you know. I don’t want you getting your filth all over him. You’re disgusting.” Kore frowned, fighting down the painful sting that made its presence known in her chest. “He’s just protecting me, it’s his job.” “Yeah right! I’ve seen you, pawing all over him as if you think someone like him could ever be interested in you! You’re trying to soil him with your disgusting human body.” Whoever this woman was she was furious now, barely contained rage boiling under the surface as she lunged at Kore. “You can’t have him!” ‘ Run or die. Run or die. ’ The words echoed in Kore’s head as she spun on her heel and tried to dash away, faster than even she would ever have been able to give herself credit for. The demon’s claws caught in her dress as she tried to flee, ripping the gorgeous material and sending Kore sprawling on the floor as the force of it tugged her feet from under her. ‘ Well, I guess if I’m going to die this is a pretty nice outfit to die in. I really wanted to see the beach though. ’ “What in hell are you doin’ Sitri?!” Kore blinked, ‘ well, not dead ’. She looked up to find Mammon stood in front of her, almost like he was guarding her. The demon who had looked so ready to kill her was now pouting and fluttering her eyelashes in his direction. “Oh c’mon Mammon, come hang out with us. We’ll have a much better time than you would with that human.” She reached out to touch his chest but in a flash he’d wrapped a hand around her wrist stopping her. “You can’t go tryin’ to kill the human. And I’m not coming with you.” “I wouldn’t kill her, I was only going to hurt her a little.” Kore flinched, trying to shift back across the grass, but her body felt like it was made of ice. “You’re not gonna hurt her either. If you try again you’ve got me to answer to. And Lucifer.” The demon, Sitri, blanched at the mention of Lucifer’s name. She threw one more furious look back at Kore before gathering her pack at heading away. Kore couldn’t look away from them, though Mammon blocked a lot of her view. She was so fixed on watching them leave that she let out a yelp of surprise when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her to her feet. “It’s me, Kore.” Beels voice was soft in her ear and she relaxed a little, letting him support her as the tension started to leave her limbs. Mammon turned to frown at her, giving her a look she couldn’t stand to look back at. Not after what that woman had said. It almost looked like he really cared. Her downcast eyes caught sight of the rip in her dress and she choked back a sob. “Oh… my dress.” Strong hands caught her shoulders. “What’re you on about? You could’ve died and you’re worried about a dress? Stupid human.” There was real worry in his voice and it stung. “You’re just lucky Lucifer told me ta protect you or you’d be dead.” She looked up, blinking back a few tears. “Thank you.” “Yeah well, it’s my job. It’s not like I like ya or anything.” He was blushing, but he paused at the hurt that flashed across her face. Usually she played his comments off with a laugh or an affectionate smile, but this time what they’d said must have really hit her. Trying to hide both his blush and her tears he pulled her tight into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “They’re just jealous hags ‘cause you looked better than them is all. You should ignore ‘em.” She sniffled, pushing her face harder into his chest as he gingerly pet the top of her head. Not sure what else to do Beel joined them, enveloping her back in his warmth.

Across the courtyard Asmo sighed, leaning his head against Solomon’s shoulder with a pout. “And that’s why they hate her, it’s almost enough to make a man jealous.” Solomon chuckled, bumping his shoulder slightly. “Well at least I’m glad she’s okay.” “Hmm. Those bitches ripped my dress.” Asmo, clearly not paying attention, scanned the courtyard for the retreating demons. “I think I should go have a chat with them.”

[firesfelt]

hi hello ! i’m pace ( she/her ) and i have really horrible timing, as i need to go to bed like asap and also have a packed day tomorrow so can’t be on then either ( rip ) but i rlly wanted to get at least one thing posted before i go ! i’m in the gmt, and am just realising now while i think about intros that all my fcs ( for the moment ) have names beginning with ‘a’ ? inch resting. but i’ll hopefully be able to get intros up for my gals too asap & i rlly wanna do the tasks for everyone and get writing and just have a Hoot. this is the exact environment i need, u know ? exciting !!! anyway, lemme introduce my first character before i end up writing some rambled essay about,,, literally nothing.

( asami zdrenka, 26, demigirl, she/her/they/them ) EMIKA BLAKE was seen listening to HEARTBEAT BY SCOUTING FOR GIRLS on their way to TATTOO ARTIST. EM is known to be CREATIVE & STANDOFFISH.

➜ i always find emika’s personality hard to describe, but i think the best way to begin is ‘misunderstood’ ? she has good intentions, and a kind soul, but the social skills of a wet trout. she’s quiet, and reserved, and has a serious case of resting-grump-face, and it very much leads people to get the wrong sort of impression of her, through no fault of their own. the sarcasm doesn’t help, either. she’s very much a loner ( and therefore a pain in the arse to plot with ) but i always enjoy developing relationships of any kind with her and seeing how things unfold.

➜ obviously, her job has a very social side, and that’s the one thing she can manage. she has no problems communicating in a consultation, getting ideas out there, easing the nerves of an anxious first-timer, expressing herself and what could be best, but that’s often because she knows exactly what to do. she does it day in, day out, and can almost follow a script in a way. sit the same person she had the consult with down for six hours to actually have the tattoo done, and unless they make the effort to keep the conversation going, em has nothing. it’s not even that she doesn’t want to talk, either, she just struggles. and then when she does think of something to say, it can come out abrupt or abrasive, so it’s often best to just keep her mouth shut.

➜ is it obvious yet that emika’s autistic ? she has no idea of this, herself, but it’s canon, just undiagnosed. and it was, admittedly, unintentional. i’ve revamped em from a character from long ago, and the first time i played her, i didn’t set out for her to have autism, and then when i realised that she’s definitely, definitely autistic, everything made sense. it just never got picked up on at school for her, and her mother never paid enough attention to notice or care to do anything in terms of getting a diagnosis or trying to help, so it’s gone undetected. thus far, anyway, who knows ? that could be interesting.

➜ speaking of her mum, let’s talk upbringing. emika was actually born in brighton, england, to her mother, mayumi, and father, stephen. on account of him being a cheating bastard, their relationship fell apart when em was seven. stephen made an attempt with his daughter, but he was in and out of her life for the following five years. at aged twelve, she realised that he really wasn’t worth the effort it took to force a relationship with him, and told him where to stick it. three years later, mayumi would want to uproot to huntsville to follow the latest in a long line of boyfriends --- and stephen didn’t so much as protest. the relationship between mayumi and her canadian lover didn’t last ( here is where em would bitterly mutter ‘they never do’ ) but they never went home.

➜ growing up, she had two escapes: art, and books. she’d always been creative, and always been trouble. think drawing on the hallway walls in crayon at four, getting paint on the living room carpet while creating a ‘masterpiece’ at seven. aka, not trouble, just a kid being a kid, but w/e. try telling her mum that. it was easy to get lost in a drawing or a painting, and she found comfort in reading, too. she’s still a bookworm now, despite not having much free time.

➜ em works too hard. she adores her job, and doesn’t take a single day of it for granted, but she works too hard. there’s nothing she’d rather be doing, and it’s by her own choice, but her time isn’t filled with much else. she specialises in neotrad, but likes to dabble a little and expand her styles when she can. she’s so unbelievably grateful to be doing what she does, especially as it very easily could never have happened for her.

➜ with a home life that was rocky at best, em definitely struggled. as a teenager, she turned to alcohol, and long before she was even legally allowed to drink, she developed a dependency on it. even now, she’d never say she was an alcoholic, but she’d definitely admit that it was a problem, and steers clear from the stuff now. wanting nothing more than to become a tattoo artist was the motivation she needed to get sober, and she knows it very easily could’ve gone in the opposite direction. she got an apprenticeship in the end, and the rest is history.

➜ but ! she’s still young !!!! like super young !! i always like to pick a fc a couple of years younger than however old i’m playing her, because it’s kind of a thing that emika looks even younger than she is. but where a lot of asami’s resources are from a couple of years ago, i thought a year’s difference would do ! but em knows she’s young and still has so much room to learn, and she’s eager to. she just wants to get better and better.

➜ so as an individual who speaks to her mum as little as possible, has no other family in canada, and has very few friends ( if any ? ) who keeps emika company, i hear you ask ? why, it’s her two goldfish and  her chinese softshell turtle, of course. named fred, george, and dobby, respectively. she loves her tank full of friends far more than she’d ever care to admit. ideally, she’d love a dog, but doesn’t have the time to dedicate to caring for one, nor does she have the space. emika moved out at eighteen, the second she could scrape enough money together to do so, and moved into the tiniest box of an apartment, and hasn’t moved since. despite its size, she truly loves her little flat ---- and hates change.

➜ going forward, i’m open to,,, anything. with all three of my goblins, i’m really open to absolutely anything. including just vibing and seeing what happens, but i’m coming in really open and just wanting to Explore. i have an idea for a wc for em, which should be super interesting, but other than that, it’s all just vibes and goin with the flow !!

➜ i hate to wrap things up abruptly, but i really gotta go to bed lmao ( i should’ve written my intros out earlier, rip. isn’t hindsight amazing ? ) so just some things to note: when it comes to gender, em mostly idenifies as ‘ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ‘ and really just doesn’t think about it. she’s probably never talked to anyone about it, either, not properly/in depth. she doesn’t really think about it, and it doesn’t really,,,, matter ?? to her ?? it just sort of,,, Is. she/her absolutely flies with her, they/them is also appreciated, she really just,,, doesn’t mind. sexuality is one she did have a big crisis over ( and is it still ongoing ? kinda ) but eventually just decided that bi was the label that fit best so that’s what she goes with. she still,,, has no idea. and doesn’t know if it even matters. she split her life between brighton and huntsville, so it was never like she’d never be accepted, but it was all a big Internal Yikes for her.

➜ tldr: dog loving, artistic book enthusiast, who has more coffee in her system than blood and loves her job and her fish more than anything. a total pain in the arse, but a hard worker and bringer of sarcasm. and bitterness. but also bad jokes and gossip --- it’s easy to forget she’s there when she’s so quiet; she hears all kinds of shit.

➜ ooh ! one thing to note ! while em is obviously covered in tattoos, she doesn’t actually share any of asami’s irl ones, so pls keep that in mind ! and ignore in photos/gifs ! will have more details when i do her stats/first task, but for now i really have to go bed !! i’m v excited to be here though, ty for having me and i’ll be here properly soon <3

[writerpeach]

Midnight

Momoland Nancy

2670 words

Categories: male reader, smut, anal

NSFW 18+

Being dragged out of your house wasn’t your idea.

Spending the night in a bar was the last thing you wanted to do. Your friends insisted. Overpriced drinks, lighting so dark you couldn’t see in front of you, and the air smelled like desperation. The whole thing made you a bit of a grump.

As you sip your diluted drink alone while your friends poorly hit on women way out of their league, you notice a dark haired girl taking a seat next to you. She didn’t look fully Korean. Maybe mixed? She smiles. Just being friendly you think to yourself, and find yourself surprised when she speaks up.

“Hi there,” she says with a second smile. You awkwardly say hello back. Her cleavage was as loud as the Korean music playing. Even in the dim lighting you could tell she had curves for days. She was very attractive, and her breasts look like they wanted to jump out of her top. You tried not to stare.

“You’re cute. And you don’t look like you want to be here. I don’t blame you, this place is lifeless.” the girl says with confidence.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Bars aren’t my scene.” You respond in earnest.

“Me neither. Buy me a drink?” Trying not to stare at her ample chest was pointless. You take just a quick peek at what she was gifted with.

“Sure. What’s your name?”

“Nancy.” She responds. Definitely not a typical Korean name. The way the light hit her face to briefly give you a glimpse of her face, she was stunning.

“Rum and coke, ” she tells the bartender.

“Make it two, “ you tell him. It was simple. You liked simple drinks.

The conversation flowed freely. You had similar interests. You quickly find out she owns her company, at such a young age. She was a few years younger than you, which usually wasn’t your preference, but there was something so alluring about this woman.

The more you talked the more you could tell Nancy was definitely mixed. You didn’t bother to ask with what. Maybe it was better to let some things be mysterious.

Nancy looks into your eyes for a second.“Let’s get out of here. My place, your place, a hotel. I don’t care.”

“I’d love to.“

The cab ride to her place took twenty minutes. The sexual tension was palpable. She was flirty, and giggled often, her hand resting on your thigh the whole time.

Nancy’s apartment was massive. She was very well of, to the point where she it, and all without the help of a roommate. She offers a seat on the couch and another drink. You accept both. You both down your drink, and feel the last bit of nerves slip away. The thought of what Nancy tastes like enters your mind, and so did hers apparently.

Nancy takes it upon herself to immediately dive into your mouth, her soft lips smacking against your own. She didn’t like to waste time. Her hands playfully push you down against the couch until her body is on top, you feel her breasts mash against your chest.

Her lips tasted sweet. Her tongue finds your own and the two dance together. The smell of her conditioner smelled wonderful. A mixture of flowers and mango. Your kiss deepens as your hands find and instinctively caress her waist.

Nancy smirks as she feels your erection poke through your pants. She breaks the kiss to remove her green top, causing her chest to bounce. Her breasts were bigger than expected, even through her bra they looked sizable. Not losing eye contact she reaches behind, with one hand she unclasps it, slipping it off and tossing it who knows where.

Her tits were goddamn perfect. At least a D cup. Milky white and soft looking. Rosy pink nipples that were hardened already. Before you can even reach out a hand to touch them, Nancy softly cups your face and buries you in her ample cleavage. You dart your tongue out, seeking to taste as much of them as you could.

She lets go, and presents them a mere inch from your face, displaying them in their full glory. Your hands move to her tits like magnets, squeezing them, massaging them. They feel so damn soft. Your lips move to one nipple, seizing the hard nub in your mouth and suckling deeply. Nancy lets a sexy moan escape as you continue to fondle her other breast.

Minutes go by, until both of her sensitive nipples were covered in spit. You couldn’t get enough. She gives a look that signaled it was your turn. She unbuttons your shirt, draping it off your shoulders and disposes it away. She plants one more deep kiss before licking down your torso, digging her nails lightly into your skin at the same time, as her head meets your crotch.

Her hands make quick work, unbuckling your belt and undoing your pants. With a lift of your hips she drags your slacks down with your boxers, freeing your erection and leaving your clothes in the rest of the pile.

Nancy looks impressed. She kneels between your legs and spreads them, using both of her soft hands to wrap around your dick as she begins to pump up and down. She knew what she was doing. God, did she ever. Her hands twist and massage your dick, stroking you to full hardness. It felt good in her hands already. She lubes your cock up with her warm saliva, spitting on it to fully coat it.

In one swift moment, Nancy takes you into her mouth, wrapping her red lips around your tip and begins to suck your dick.

“Oh fuck...Nancy.”

You involuntarily close your eyes for the first few seconds of pleasure. As they open, your view fills with the sight of the gorgeous woman you just met hours ago, now bobbing her head up and down between your thighs, giving a most sensual blowjob. Nancy knew how to give head just as well as she could hold her liquor.

Nancy’s lips glide up and down your shaft. Her soft, wet tongue flicking the underside. The other hand begins to gently fondle and massage your balls.

"Does that feel good?" Nancy asks, knowing full well you were too focused to answer.

Her mouth changes places, taking each one of your balls into her mouth, licking and slurping them. As her lips cling to your swollen balls, she strokes your hard cock in a backside motion, giving double the pleasure. It was quickly becoming too much to bear.

As Nancy sucks your cock intensely, sloppily, you find yourself needing some respite from the deep pleasure she was giving you.

You lift her head off your shaft, as a long trail of spit connects your tip to her lips. She gives off a grin.

“Nancy...come sit on my face. I’m dying to taste your pussy.”

“Of course,” she responds, biting her lip. She lifts her body up and unzips her skirt, turning around and bending over for you. As she removes her skirt, tossing it to the pile of clothes already formed, her bare pale ass was in plain view. You quickly realize she didn’t seem to like to wear underwear.

“No panties, Nancy?”

“Never. I only wear them for work.”

Nancy maneuvers to you, squatting over you. She quickly takes a seat and plops her ass on your face. For the first few moments you are content in just feeling her warm plump cheeks pressed against your face. You savored being smothered by Nancy’s big ass, but soon you wanted, and needed to taste her.

You notice her glistening lips, and it seems she needed you to taste her just as bad. And so she lifts her body off you just a bit, granting you access to her delicious, wet pussy.

She repositions herself. Once again her ass planting on your face, this time giving you wanton access to taste her.

With one hand on her cheek you give her the first appetizing lick, tasting her nectar. Her taste is unforgettable. She is sweet and tangy at the same time, your mouth drools promptly.

Your tongue stays flat, giving her pussy long broad strokes with your tongue, tracing and exploring every inch of her pussy.

She quickly turns around, wanting to see you as you ate her out, as she makes a mess on your face. It would be a shame to not see her face during orgasm.

Nancy uses your tongue as it buries inside her. Her naked thighs wrap around your head as she grinds your face, grabbing a handful of your hair to try and anchor herself. Your tongue is soon saturated with her tasty juices.

"Fuck...you eat pussy so well."

Nancy digs her nails into your skull. She was close already.

“Oh...Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

Nancy drenches your face in her juices, and has not one, but two loud, intense orgasms in a row. You bring her down as slowly and gently as you can, her thighs still vibrating around your head.

Time for the main course. Time to fuck Nancy.

You were so intoxicated by Nancy’s beauty that you have a sudden and dreadful realization. You didn’t bring protection. You certainly weren’t planning on things going like this, so you didn’t bother to prepare.

“Shit,” you suddenly blurted out. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she was on the pill.

“What’s wrong?”

“I...I didn’t plan on getting this lucky, so I didn’t bring protection. I...I can go get something, “ you say, hoping you didn’t ruin the mood.

A smirk washes over Nancy’s face. “It’s fine, I don’t want you going anywhere. I like it in the ass better anyways. There’s lube in the bedroom,” she says casually.

“It’s in the side-table drawer,” Nancy says, as she climbs the bed. This wasn’t the first time she’s done this it seems.

Nancy gets in her favorite position. On hands and knees, ass up and face down.

You are quickly in the most perfect position, lined behind her bent over body, ready to take her. Right before first penetration, you use your hands to caress her buttcheeks. Feeling how soft and warm they were as as you squeeze them. You really can’t help yourself, and give Nancy’s ass a light spank. Her ass bounces as your palm smacks her cheek, and she gasps.

"Do you…like being spanked, Nancy?"

"Yes! I love it. Spank me!"

Hard slaps. Again and again and again. Her ass jiggles with every hit, soon becoming sore and red. You soothe the sting out of the previous spank before giving another. And another. Not stopping until both of her scrumptious cheeks were bright red. Nancy loved it. You tell how dripping wet she was already.

Before you can give Nancy the assfucking she craved, you run you lubed cock between her plump cheeks as they squeeze and trap your cock. The pleasure already immense.

You press your hard cock against the ring of Nancy’s tight, firm ass, already feeling gripped by its tightness. At the same time you give her ass the spank harder than the rest, squeezing the flesh as you follow through. One more, and at the same time you penetrate Nancy’s ass with your cock.

She gasps. Only the tip was able to enter her body, but she groans. “Oh my god, you're so big.”

You wouldn’t had known Nancy had ever anal before given how tight she was. As you try to ease into her more, she tries to relax her muscles, helping you enter her body more.

“You’re so fucking tight, Nancy.”

It takes more lube to help you drive further inside her. For her to open up more, stretch out more for you.

“Deeper, please. I want to be filled with your cock."

Her ass finally gives way to you, and you find are able to fully penetrate her ass with the entire length of your cock. The base of your cock rests at firmly against her cheeks.

Nancy plops her head in her hands. You stay motionless for a bit, letting her get used to being so completely stretched, so full of your cock.

"God…that feels good. Fuck my ass."

Not wanting her to wait any longer, you establish a quick pace. Fucking Nancy’s ass with deep, powerful thrusts, causing her cheeks to ripple beautifully. She moans at every entry into her tight, firm ass.

No build up. Just the sound of Nancy’s moans as her ass is fucked hard. The sounds of skin slapping on skin as you drill her impeccable ass echoed beautifully throughout the room, accompanied with her loud, lusty moans.

One hand tightly gripping her hip, the other giving her ass a slap every few seconds. Every smack that bounces off her tight ass causes her to tighten around your cock, and soon you see her juices leak between her flushed thighs.

Deep thrusts into Nancy's ass, sliding in and out of her tight body. You grab her shoulders and pull her back towards you, seeking some way to penetrate her deeper. She moans even louder. You can already feel the sweat sticking to both of your hungry bodies.

"Fuck...Nancy. Your ass feels so damn good."

Your rhythm is at full pace. Nancy’s ass is fucked without mercy, and the bed creaks. As if complaining in protest. Nancy loves it. She loves being stretched out, even if she is too full of pleasure to vocalize it.

It was too much. Nancy's ass tightly squeezing your cock as you pump into her sweaty body, there was no way you could last even one more minute.

"Nancy…I-I...I'm gonna cum."

"Do it inside me. Please… Please fill me with cum."

There was no better set of words she could have said. At this point it would take an act of god to pull out of her tight constricting ass.

You give Nancy ass a handful of final thrusts. Each one balls deep into Nancy's tight little asshole. Every thrust building up your orgasm to its peak.

"Oh god...Nancy...Oh fuck...I’m cumming!”  

Three more long, hard thrusts cause you to explode deep inside Nancy's tight perfect ass. Your tip erupts and floods Nancy's asshole with thick hot cum. You stay there shaking, as the aftershocks subside, Nancy still moaning as her ass is completely pumped full of cum.

You don’t move. Not for what felt like minutes. Nancy had completely drained you, taken ever drop from you.

As you gingerly exit her clenched asshole, you watch as a thick stream of fresh cum spills out of her fucked asshole, staining her thighs and pooling onto the sheets.

Nancy turns around, tasting her ass on your cock as she cleans, and sucks your cock a few times. You shudder.

"You're amazing. I haven't been fucked like that in months."

“So were you.”

The two of you crash. A chorus of heavy panting and gasps. Drained and exhausted.

You feel yourself quickly slip into a slumber as you plop on Nancy’s soft tired body. One of her arms wraps around your body as you use her bosom as the softest set of pillows you’ve ever slept on. Off to the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in quite some time.

Something jolts you awake. A kiss on your forehead, by the girl you had just fucked half a dozen hours before.

“Sorry to wake you. I have to go to work, but you can let yourself out whenever you want.  The fridge is fully stocked. I put my number in your phone...let’s do this again."

[smoliboops]

the egos as different (new who) incarnations of the Doctor: revisted

(havent written an analysis type of thing in a while, miss sharing ideas with people in general aha :’D)

originally 2am thoughts/concepts that i might draw aka revisiting the concept of the egos as different regenerations of the doctor (debate and additions are welcome):

schneeplestein- nine

(first regeneration after the time war and as such major guilt and lonliness from being the sole survivor who also had to be the one to end it. this paralleling to schneep’s 9 month disappearance and his possible guilt resulting from the events of say goodbye and moreso kill jse (as well as schneep probably doing risky things in the name of stopping anti). other things including, sass, calling humans “stupid apes”, rational, angry sometimes, but can appreciate the ancient human music that is tainted love, saving their friend/companion and telling them to live a good life as they head off to face their longtime enemy,the pain you see on his face when he gets compared to said enemy (”you would make a good puppet dalek), bananas being good source of potassium)

chase- ten

(is kind of a mess but a cool mess, generally the most emotional/human of the incarnations, starts off as a cool, charismatic type of guy but slowly goes downward into a spiral of sadness and lonliness as everyone he loved leaves (ya see the connection im getting at?), loses the girl he loved and missing the chance to tell her he loved her, ”im fine” he says as he just lost his best friend and is now alone standing in the pouring rain, accidentally quoting the lion king and harry potter but also “no second chances im that kind of man,” loves little shops and making things that go ding and silly made up words like “wibbly wobbly timey wimey”, literally Human Nature/Family of Blood shows how much he wanted a human life with a wife and kids and the episode "the doctor's daughter" where he finally gets a kid and loses her, the hero who goes from saving the universe with all his friends around him to him dying alone not wanting to go, literally called “the man that regrets” in dotd, listen to love don't roam on YouTube)

jj- eleven

(the doctor with the most confusing timeline, child-like wonder and the look of a young lad hiding the tired eyes of an old man who has seen and gone through so much, very protective of his fond family/people he loves, he literally snuck into a charlie chaplin film in s6′s immpossible astronaut, also stayed in Victorian london for a time which would be jj's aesthetic tbh, can be silly and clumsy and starry-eyed while also being capable of becoming the oncoming storm, “ Good men don't need rules, today is not the day to find out why i have so many.”, great with kids, like weird/unique hatwear, b o w t i e s, g o g g l e s, just wants to go home even if it’s the long way round, “every lonely monster needs a companion” (you can’t tell me jj probably would still feel like a monster cos of how closely related he is to anti), and also theres puppets in two episodes of his, despite the darkness and loneliness it just made him kind, the optimist, the hoper of far flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams )

marvin- twelve

(recognizing gender as a concept far beyond them obvs, he’s literally called a magician half the time lol, avoiding death by rocking out in the 1500s with an electric guitar on top of an army tank, “can you hurry up before i hit you with my shoe”, as a morally gray character that many theorize whether he’s good/bad, marvin relates well to twelve’s whole journey of questioning if he was a good man and willing to learn the extents of what that means, tried his best to not only do right but to try to help those who weren’t good people who he knew needed help, would fight robin hood irl with a spoon and have a sign saying “go away humans”, not totally great with social cues but he tries and that’s what counts, seemingly cold and harsh and grump but take time to know him and he’s actually warm deep down, "do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?", wiliing to "go to hell" for their friend, not only protective of the people he loves but is also willing to to things like repeatedly die over 8 billion years and almost cause the destruction of the universe for the sake of saving his friend, would sacrifice himself recklessly in the name of standing up for what he believed in)

jackieboy man-thirteen

(total ray of sunshine who also recognizes the dangers of being close to them (i.e. dying, forgetting, getting trapped in another time or parallel world, getting converted and dying, etc) and as such keeps those they love at a distance, literally not talking about who they truly were for a whole series cos they didn't want to wrap their family up into their own troubles they faced, adorably socially awkward/anxious but still perseveres in the face of danger and certain doom, "darkness never sustains, even though sometimes it feels like it might," would build their own gadgets, g o g g l e s, would eat dirt and bone dust for analysis, would save the day by becoming best friends with a sentient universe in the form of a frog, always tries to have a flat team structure but in reality "this team structure...it isn't flat. It's mountainous, with me, in the stratosphere, alone, left to choose. Save jack the poet, save the universe. Sometimes, even i can't win.", P U N S)

Bonus content: anti as sacha Dawhan's master

like *chefs kiss* (LITERALLY pretended to be the doctor's friend for years until revealing he actually killed him before she met him and took his place (that gif is him just throwing away that dude's minituraized dead body btw), the kneel scene, his s m i l e, maniacal g l e e as he destroys everything and kills people all to cover up the pain and sadness and anger he feels inside because of her *cough a piece of SPOILER being inside him and him not being able to stand it is definitely anti/jack vibes cough*, also imagine this small exchange but between jackieboy man and anti:

The doctor: "proud of yourself?"

The master: "Definitely."

The doctor: "all this death...Finally made you happy?"

The Master, smiling: "Ecstatic."

The doctor, closer to his face: "And has it calmed all the rage?"

The master, pausing and looking away: "...I don't think anything will ever do that."

Also pls watch that spyfall pt1 reveal scene (basically the whole ending tbh), again it's just *chef's kiss*

Ok that's enough blabbering from me. Still debating on drawing the egos as the doctor (ooh maybe a screen cap redraw would be fun if some people have suggestions for an ep to ref for each one (granted who knows if I'd have time to draw them all but I'm curious anyway lol)) ok time to head out *yeets*.

[varah-x]

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

(Sammy and Norman) brOTP!!!

-Sammy Lawrence-

I entered the store and grabbed a basket. I had to grab a few things from here for work. I was exhausted from not getting much sleep last night. The store wasn’t that crowded considering it was still working hours. I waltzed across the store to get the things I needed. It was mostly snacks for the crew and I. The reason I was getting it was because I lost a bet with them. Quarantine was starting and today was the last day of work until further notice. We just wanted to make today count. It was ‘less work, more fun’ kind of time. My wife already shopped for the necessary stuff, so we were good.

I was in the chips aisle when a young boy was staring at me. I was a bit uncomfortable with him just staring. I looked around to see any parents or adults this kid might belong to. No one seemed to pay attention to him.

“Can I help you?” I asked the kid. He looked at the bag of chips in my hand and pointed, “You took the last bag.”

I looked at the bag of Lays in my hand. I didn’t even realize it was the last one. I chuckled, “Sorry kid, I guess you’ll have to wait until they restock.” He gave me a cold glare, “No, give me the chips.” At this point, I was too tired to deal with anyone, especially a kid. “Look kid, you’ll just have to wait, bye,” I said and started to walk away. I didn’t want to get in trouble with this kids parents.

“Let’s fight then!” The kid yelled. I turned around, “What?” He chuckled and started to sway, “Let’s fight for them. You and me, tomorrow at 2 at the parking lot.” I looked at him in disbelief. This kid wasn’t serious was he? “I’m not gonna fight you dude,” I said while shaking my head.

He didn’t seem to like that answer. “Of course, because an old grump like you can’t fight,” He said while teasing me. He started mocking me and I became more irritated. If this kid wants to fight, we’re gonna fight. I walked up to him and shoved my pointer finger to his chest. “Fine, I’ll be there,” I said with determination. I walked away and began thinking about the situation I got myself in. I got the rest of my stuff, payed, and left the store.

“I’m back!” I said as I entered Shawn’s office. He had the biggest workspace so we hanged out over there. I threw the bag on the table and sat next to my brother. “Took you long enough,” Lacie said as she rummaged through the bag. She pulled out the bag of Lays and I panicked. “Don’t eat those!” I snapped. The once chat-filled room was now dead silent.

“...why?” Grant asked confused. “I...I...” I stuttered. I looked at the group, they were waiting for a response. I fumbled with my fingers as I looked away. They didn’t say anything. “Well?” Lacie asked impatiently. I sighed, “I got into an argument with a kid and he wanted me to fight him for the chips, so I agreed.” They were all silent.

“....a kid?” Norman asked, “you’re going to fight...a fucking kid?” I nodded slowly. The atmosphere was intense, at any second he was going to snap. “....what the FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!” Norman snapped. I flinched at the sudden shout. “I-I didn’t know what else to do!” I said trying to defend myself. I could hear a couple of the members laugh and some sigh in disbelief. “There were MANY ways you could have handled the situation!” He said.

He was right, but I’m not the most smartest adult here. He started going on telling me ways I could have handled it. I didn’t really listen to him, I was too shaken up. “You’re not going to that fight, screw that kid!” He said ending the “lesson”.

“Wow, your brother is pretty fuckin’ stupid,” Murray commented. “Shut up Murray, so are you,” Norman snapped back. Welp I guess I’m dead.

[linz33y]

ty for tagging me @veraynes-blog! 💕

relationships: My spouse and I have been together for 7 years, married for 2. Coincidentally, it’s our anniversary today, so I need to sneak out to buy them flowers before they wake up 😁

break ups: Nothing too wild, but then again, I tend to do the dumping 😅Most dramatic was my first long term boyfriend right after college (we don’t talk anymore...). Least dramatic was my first girlfriend in high school. She’s cool as hell and we’re still buds!

kids: nooooooooope!

brothers and sisters: I have one younger brother and he is the dopest human on the planet. He got ordained online by one of those vague "Church of Humanity”-type things so he could officiate our wedding. We actually just got off the phone because he called to wish us a happy anniversary :) I love that kid to pieces. 

pets: One pitbull and one floofy orange cat. Our third furbabe was a wonderful old grump named Batman, but sadly we had to put him down a few weeks ago at the ripe old age of 20 :(

surgeries: I had one when I was a toddler, and a follow up for it when I was in second grade. I still fucking love my scar <3

tattoos: YES. I tried to count... I think I have 16 so far? Some were collected as souvenirs during trips (shoutout to Shorty at Salon Serpent in Amsterdam), some were custom designs (my fave is a big chest piece from a really kind human that went on to compete on the show Ink Master. it was SO WEIRD seeing him on TV), and most are flash pieces gotten on a whim because I’m friends with many tattoo-addicted enablers who don’t bat an eye when I say something like “hey, I’m bored. wanna go get tattooed?”  

countries you’ve been to: I live in the US, and I’ve traveled to Canada, Mexico, Costa Rica, the Dominican Republic, the Netherlands, and Italy. Technically Iceland too, but that was a layover, so I didn’t get to leave the airport.

been in an airplane: Yep

been in an ambulance: Yep 

sing karaoke: Yes, but I’d rather sing along with the rest of the audience than be on the stage.

ice skating: Badly, but I have.

been on a cruise: Once, but they terrify me now.

driven a motorcycle: About 15 years ago, my dad had his midlife crisis and got a motorcycle. He sold it about 6 months later, but regardless, he thought it would be a fun bonding activity if he took me to get my license as well. He also considered it a practical skill for his high school-aged daughter in case, and I quote, “[I’m] ever being chased by bad guys (???) and need to commandeer a vehicle, and the only available vehicle is a motorcycle.”  Loool. Idk how it works in other places, but I got to ride a state-provided motorcycle around a parking lot for 2 days with my class, while my dad sat in the grass with a cooler full of snacks cheering me on. I haven’t ridden one since (I’m not confident on anything with a manual clutch 😬), but it was a blast!

ridden a horse: Yes

stayed in a hospital: See “Been in an ambulance” 😅

favorite fruit or berries: Raspberries! I wish they weren’t so expensive, or I’d eat them all the time.

favorite colors: 💚and 💙

last text: “Did your mom finish watching Twilight yet?” (I’m so tempted to provide the context for this... but I think I’ll just leave it.)

coffee or tea: Coffee! But tea with milk if I wanna treat myself ^_^

favorite pie: See “favorite fruit or berries” 

favorite pizza: ok, I know Papa John is a terrible human, but Papa John’s garlic butter sauce is SO GOOD. Their pizza is simply a vehicle for the sauce.

cat or dog: yes ^_^

favorite time of the year: SUMMER! I’m a leo. This is my time. ♌️☀️🦁🌻🔥

met a star: sort of? I mean, he was a star to me. Story: My favorite holiday tradition is seeing A Christmas Carol with my family at a little theater near where I grew up. The last time we all went was a few years ago, and after the show, the actors were hanging around the lobby. I whispered to my brother, “Look, there’s Scrooge!” and because my brother one of those weirdos that can actually socialize with strangers, he dragged me over to meet the guy. The 3 of us got a selfie together, and you can actually see tears in my eyes in the photo because I was so happy 😂

flown a helicopter: About 15 years ago, my dad had his midlife crisis, and I’m kidding. No, I’ve never done this.

been on tv: Nope

broken my leg: No, but I came close enough that I did need a cast.

seen a ghost: One poked me in the back once while I was trying to fall asleep. Granted, we chose to stay in a haunted mansion. And we opted to sleep in the ghost’s bedroom. Really, I was asking for it.

been sick in a taxi: Nope.

seen someone die: No, thank god.

I’m going to tag @mushigo-palm-spores and @echospool, but I will not be mad if y’all don’t wanna do it 😄

[middaysoups]

Excerpts from My Book: A Beast Within (Chapter 1)

"Thank you so much, adventurers!" a villager cried as the group of four walked towards the Lord of Sruth's home. All but one man in the group welcomed the praise. Silas merely smiled at the villagers that thanked them gratefully. Baxton, noticing his friend's discomfort, wrapped an arm around him.

"Relax, Silas." he smirked. "We'll out of here by morning, or afternoon. Depends on my hangover."

The dark-haired man couldn't help but chuckle at the warrior's reassurance.

The meeting with Lord Bancroft of Sruth went in a blur. He had invited the four to a feast that night and they couldn't be more happy with it.

Baxton laughed in his drunken state with a serving girl on his arm as he watched Aldwin stumble up to the stage with his lute. Erik chuckled from his seat next to his brother as the bard began his tale.

"Now now!" he yelled. "Hush up! Wist, will ya? And listen to my tale!" he began to pluck some chords for his story.

"In the Forest of Scath, South of the Elven Kingdom of Ríokt Shíog in Awt Haveer, lies the Sólbán, Anon. A witch in the power of transfiguration. There are many tales of her magic. Some say she can turn fire to water, rocks to air, a human to an elf!"

His lyrics made the crowds laugh, seeing it all as him trying to scare a few people. Soon he began to sing the chorus, a very visual one at that. This rose the laughter and merriness, people soon singing along.

Just outside the manor of the Lord's home, Silas smirked as the lyrics reached his ears. He took another puff from his pipe, staring off at the night sky. This was his idea of a night of celebration; sitting upon a stone wall, looking at the scenery and a pipe between his lips.

He let out the smoke from his lungs, a small cloud floating in front of him.

"Cruthela Dragú." he muttered and felt a familiar white glow in his eyes.

The cloud of smoke turned into the shape of a dragon, coming to life. It flew around the young man's head and he couldn't help but smile at his work. It was only the little things he used his powers for, and unless it came to extreme measures would he use it for battle. When he had no other choice.

His magic was very much different from his wizard friend, Erik. Wizards need a staff to conjure magic, whereas Silas's kind were more similar to what the Ancient Mages were, having being blessed with the magic that flows through his veins. The main borderline between his kind and the mages; was that ones are blessed by Gods and the other Demons.

Gods blessed the Mages. Demons blessed the Warlocks.

He remembered thoroughly when the Demon Lord, Marbh, visited him in his dreams as a boy. Granting him such powers and knowledge many others would not be able to comprehend. Then going through the years, upgrading his knowledge and spells, learning the ancient language of Awt.

Silas quickly shook his head. No. He will not remember the past. He refused to. He could already feel his back beginning to burn from trauma. The little smoke dragon burst into a puff and flew away in the light summer breeze.

After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and the music from inside filled his ears once again. Aldwin's lyrics made Silas hum along.

"She'll find you in the Scath,

And turn your limbs to bones.

She'll turn your arms to spider legs,

And cook your eyes upon the stove.

She'll give your head a body,

But it won't be your own

It'll probably be a goat's or so

And the rest is for her crows!"

****

The sound of the morning rooster echoed across the village of Sruth. Baxton groaned as a headache hit him like a ton of stones. He couldn't help but curse in his head for drinking too much. He noticed the serving girl from last night was gone, probably to start work. He sighed and his head flopped back into his pillow, his chin-length hair fanning around him.

The door to his room suddenly burst open and footsteps walked towards his bed.

"Morning, sleepy-head." Silas mused, knowing the warrior was about to become a grump for the day. "Seems like you had a nice night."

"What do you want, Silas?" Baxton grumbled, his voice muffled.

"Well, breakfast is being served. I think the last you want is to wake up and find no food available for you?" The dark-haired man began picking up the warrior's clothes that were flung on the floor, throwing them on the bed.

"Piss off." Came the reply from the bed. Silas smirked and noticed the wash-bowl of water on the bedside table. A sly idea came to his mind and he couldn't let it slide. Raising his hand a little he whispered.

"Bogalath."

The bowl lifted itself up, now under his control, and he let it pour on his companion's head. Baxton jumped up once the cold water hit him and began cursing out the warlock.

"Silas!"

The dark-haired man left the room in a race-walk, chuckling to himself as he descended the stairs to the great hall of Lord Bancroft's home. The other two companions sat on the benches, Aldwin munching on some buttered bread and Erik reading his little spell book with a cup of tea.

"I hear the troll is up." the wizard commented while taking a sip of his drink. He knew more than well what his twin was like on such mornings. Silas sat down next to the bard and smirked over to Erik.

"Sleeping Beauty will grace us with his presence soon." Aldwin let out a laugh and they all continued their breakfast.

The morning went on and by noon the four adventurers were ready to move on with their unknown journey. They stood outside the Lord's manor, citizens around them seeing them off.

"I am more than welcome to house you again," Lord Bancroft said. "I will be sure to send word to your father back in Dina, Princes Erik and Baxton. You two are more than the help we need in this land, we are forever in your debt."

The twins smile proudly. Silas and Aldwin stood behind them. The beginning of this journey came to be when King Eowyn of Awteera in the province of Awt Haveer, saw it time to send his two eldest sons on their journey to the neighbouring province to help around the towns, villages and ending their journey on the Eastern coast of the Kingdom Cuvact. It was tradition in the royal family and was the symbol that a prince was ready to be crowned king.

After thanking and bidding the Lord farewell, the four began to leave to village. They had just made it to the entrance when a voice called them.

Silas, who was walking at the back of the group, turned to be greeted by a courier. He was a young boy with blonde hair and dressed in rags, a chestnut horse followed behind him.

"A letter for the Prince's company." the boy said and handed the letter to the warlock. Silas nodded thanks and opened up the parchment, taking note of the crest pressed in red wax. It was a crest of a seal on a shore-rock in water. The three other men glanced over Silas's shoulder.

"That's a royal crest." Erik stated. "Cuvact, the Kingdom of Cuvact."

Silas's amber eyes skimmed over the neat writing in front of him.

"We are being summoned to the capital." he explained as the others continued reading over the letter.

"What for?" Baxton asked once his twin took the parchment from his companion to read.

"Creatures." the wizard said. "Creatures attacking from the East."

"What kind of creatures?" Aldwin asked, looking to Silas who only shook his head with a shrug.

"It doesn't say."

"Well then we might as well get moving." Baxton suggested and the began their long walk to the capital of Cuvact, Munegate.