#i imagine they'd keep being friendly until one of them cracks

[mettywiththenotes]

We don’t talk enough about Dabi putting his arm around Hawks when they meet in the liberation army

[brainrot-buffet]

i love your modern arcane with the vander kids !! can i request modern arcane and how the others would react if powder got her first boyfriend (…maybe ekko) or just if she got into a relationship !! thank you and i love your work 💗💗

Oh my god THIS IDEA IS GENIUS JFOJFIOWJFIOWFJ I had so much fun writing these holy shit. This post's gonna be longer than most of my previous headcanons cuz I had so many ideas for this one. Thanks so much for enjoying my work!

Characters: Powder, Mylo, Vi, Claggor, Caitlyn, Ekko

Notes: Fluff, Crack

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Powder gets her First Boyfriend (Modern!AU)

Powder doesn't start dating until she's around her junior or senior year of high school

It's just something that hasn't crossed her mind even though she's a sucker for romance anime

So imagine college boy Mylo visiting Vander's apartment one day, fresh out of the shower with a toothbrush in his mouth as he passes by Powder's room, freezing up when he overhears his sister being all giggly and gushing on the phone with someone

Powder: Yeah dude... HAHAHA awwww you know you love me babe... Yeah date night on Friday sounds good to me... You fucking rascal shut up!!

Mylo's just standing there in absolute shock, eyes wide, toothpaste-slathered jaw dropped as his toothbrush falls to the floor

The sound of his toothbrush alerts Powder as she quickly hangs up, Mylo stuttering while gesturing to her and her phone

Powder: You better not tell everyone.

Mylo: SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET A BOYFRIEND?!?!?!

Powder: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

Mylo: WHO IS HE?!

Powder: *covering her ears* BLAH BLAH BLAH GET OUT OF MY ROOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

Mylo: I'M NOT EVEN IN YOUR ROOM!!!

With the door shut at his face, Mylo cleans up, rushes outside the apartment and gets in the family car, whipping out his phone to text in the Vander Crew Discord server (He, Vi, and Claggor have a private channel so they can talk about "big kid" stuff)

walmart junkrat: GUYS GET TF ON CALL RIGHT NOW

vi stands for violence: what do u want

cLagg: I'm in philosophy lecture I'm almost done though

walmart junkrat: POWDER HAS A BOYFRIEND.

...

cLagg and vi stands for violence are typing...

The chat overflows with messages popping up left and right (mainly from Vi); A few minutes later, they all join their private voice channel

Vi's phone is shaking in her hands as she turns on her camera looking out of breath, sweaty, and still in her workout clothes, pretty clear that she just sprinted out the campus's gym just to join the call

She's too stunned for words as she tries to let it all sink in, just staring blankly ahead as she states to herself, "Powder has a boyfriend. Powder... has a boyfriend."

Mylo's being loud af talking to them inside the car, his camera buffering with crunchy audio as he keeps tumbling from the driver's seat into the backseat and into the passenger seat again (it's his way of pacing around when he can't stand up); People passing by the car think he's an unhinged man

Claggor's the only one trying to get everyone to calm down, but he himself is sweating bullets just from dealing with the other two; Our man had to stop in the hallway, take off his glasses, and rub his temples as Mylo's crunchy audio blasts his ear drums

Now the reason why they're all freaking out is because it's POWDER - Normally they'd be chill if it was any of them getting into a relationship but Powder's the baby of the family

Considering this is also her first relationship, you bet their big sister/brother instincts kicked in immediately

Vi takes a deep breath and calmly swears if this dude EVER hurts Powder, she'll need them all to bail her out of jail; Girl's prepared to commit a double homicide if she has to (I'm not kidding 8/10 she won't hesitate)

Hypothetically, if Claggor were to encounter someone Powder's dating that he doesn't know personally, he'd have dad-like aura like Vander - welcoming and friendly but with underlying intimidation, enough to show the guy if he fucks this up, Claggor will fuck him up

Like imagine him with a wide smile and patting the guy's back but squeezing his shoulder WAY too hard; Yep, THAT kind of intimidating

Mylo may act like he cares more about how all his siblings have been able to date someone at least once (and salty that Powder got a date before he did), but lowkey he's mentally listing all the possible crimes he will commit if Powder comes home crying because of the guy

Once all of them settle down, they agree to visit Vander's on Friday and ask Powder about it (and maybe threaten her boyfriend when he picks her up for their date idk)

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In the days leading up to Friday, Vi talks about the situation with Caitlyn, who then just casually does an extensive background check on every guy following Powder's Instagram account

Caitlyn busts out an extra cork board for the wall, littered with pins, threads, photos, post-its, notes scribbled in marker, and scrap paper listing names and connections tacked all over it

She shows Vi her notes on which guys Powder interacts with the most in terms of likes and comments, who are tagged or featured in her photos, which guys tag and feature HER, reading into the content of what comments she gives and receives, identifying what types of guys she familiarizes herself with (mainly nerds and outcasts), etc.

Caitlyn: *showing Vi a folder with photos and notes* There's Peter Singh...

Vi: Hm... Not bad. Looks like a wuss but he seems nice.

Caitlyn: Kevin Nguyen...

Vi: Robotics club, volleyball... I like his vibes.

Caitlyn: Jake Harrison...

Vi: That guy has no chance.

Caitlyn's able to hone it all down to a handful of names, which Vi sends to Mylo and Claggor (so they can all mentally prepare what to expect; Mylo says he's gonna chug vinegar if it ends up being Jake Harrison)

In her research, Caitlyn's first "lead" was Ekko, based on how frequent his and Powder's interactions are as well as how he talks to her differently compared to other people

Vi shoots it down saying Ekko's a different case cuz he and Powder have been best friends since they were kids, which explains their closeness; Besides, Ekko had lamented that his feelings might be one-sided several times

She doesn't say it, but Caitlyn still has her suspicions

---

Friday comes and the college kids straight up ask Powder who she's dating

She's shocked at how upfront they were about it and tries denying it, until they press on and she berates Mylo for not keeping his mouth shut

Chaos ensues: Mylo and Powder are roasting each other, Vi's yelling at Mylo to shut up, and Claggor's in the middle of it all, trying but failing to calm everyone down

The only thing that makes them quiet is the sound of the door buzzer

Powder: ...He's here.

The college crusties are scrambling and pushing each other to get to the door, but Powder quickly maneuvers through all of them and reaches it first

Powder grips the handle, glaring at the three of them as they all stand anxiously in the hallway, Vi kicking Mylo's foot and aggressively muttering, "Be CIVIL."

Powder groans, tired of their shit, and opens the door revealing a very confused but well-dressed boy holding a small bouquet of flowers

The College Crusties: ...

Powder: ...

Ekko: ...

Ekko: Wassup?

Mylo's going apeshit, Vi lets out a HUGE sigh of relief, and Claggor relaxes his shoulders as a smile spreads across his face

Mylo: AYOOOOO LITTLE MAN'S A BIG MAN NOW!!!

Vi: THANK GOD I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL-

Claggor: So you finally asked her out, huh? I'm proud of you man :)

Overall, they're very supportive of Powder and Ekko's relationship :)

BONUS:

Mylo: Man thank GOD it wasn't that Jake Harrison guy. Have you seen that wet uncooked ramen hair??? I just KNOW he blasts trap music in the halls.

Powder: Wait how do you guys know about Jake?

Mylo: ...

Claggor: Hahaha ehem so Powder how was your date?

[itsany62]

SteveTony - Superfamily

Here are some Superfamily fics that I love. Don’t forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

What We Learn?, by nannersmelo, 1 k >, Fluff.

“Who is this?”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we have your husband, so you will listen very closely-”

“My husband Tony? Tony Stark?”

"...Yes?”

“Oh well,” Steve laughed, “good luck with that.”

Intruder, by wordscorrupt, 500 words.

Steve and Tony face a rather tiny, adorable intruder in the middle of the night.

the privilege of loving you by starklystar, 7 k > words.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

It’s a desperate plea, half-shouted and half-whispered, Steve’s voice cracking at the end. Tony stops in his tracks, halfway to the stairs. He doesn’t dare to turn back, and he really doesn’t want to fight, or to leave, to spend the last month of his life away from his husband and their son. But Steve can’t know, can he?

-x-

Or: Tony has palladium poisoning, but he doesn't tell Steve and Peter

ah-choo by starksnack, 3 k words, Hurt/Comfort.

Peter catches a cold at the park while Tony is away for work. Steve is all out of sorts trying to care for a sick child on his own.

The Sign by nightwalker, 2 k > words, Adoption.

Tony hadn't slept the night before and he knew Steve hadn't either. They'd just laid there, side by side, listening to each other breathe and thinking their own thoughts. Somewhere around dawn Steve had rolled onto his side and splayed his fingers over Tony's heart.

Bellflower (unwavering love) by S_Horne, 1 k > words.

“Aw, man.” Tony shook his head at himself as he finally broke. He bent down and tucked his hands underneath Peter’s armpits, hoisting him up onto his hip with a practiced ease. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“No m’not.”

Tony shook his head, straightening Peter’s shirt out where it had bunched up around his chest. “You’re in one of those moods today, aren’t you?”

Peter shook his head sagely and Tony huffed a laugh. “Not. You’re just mean.”

“I swear,” Tony said, blowing out a sigh, “if your Pops walks in and you turn into an angel, you’re grounded until you’re 50.”

a little lemonade by tonystarkssnipples, 1 k > words.

Tony came downstairs after putting Piper to sleep to find Steve with about 10 pounds of lemons spread across the table. At Tony’s footsteps, Steve looked up at him with wide eyes. “The recipe says a cup of lemon juice per gallon.”

“And?”

“I don’t know how many lemons make a cup of lemon juice.”

--or--

It's summer and Steve wants to help their daughter with a lemonade stand.

Distracted by a Dime by happyaspie, 56 k > words, Homeless Peter Parker.

Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

...but for Peter- things rarely go as planned...

one makes me want another by parkrstark, 12 k > words, Adoption, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Steve and Tony adopt Peter when he's 6-years-old and 10 years later, he still thinks he's living the best life with two father doting on him. Until they tell him about the new baby they're bringing home and suddenly, the attention is all on her.

steve rogers-stark: full time dad/husband, part time spider relocator by parkrstark, 1 k > words, Spiders, Fluff.

"Love, what's wrong?" He called out, waiting for a reply.

"Steve!" Tony instantly screamed back. "Come here! I need you!"

Steve quickened his pace slightly, trying to keep himself calm so he didn't worry Peter. Babies could sense that stuff. "Where is 'here', love?"

“Bathroom!"

come morning light (we'll be safe & sound) by parkrstark, 14 k > words, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending.

After a strange mission, Steve, Tony, and Peter find themselves trapped in their own living nightmares. Some memories of their past, some they hoped to keep from even each other, and some of the worst 'what if's their minds can imagine. All they have is each other until they wake up...but is that enough to survive until they figure out how?

Gelid Feint by geekymoviemom, 21 k > words, Fluff and Angst.

Gelid: icy; extremely cold

Feint: a deceptive or pretended blow

Steve Rogers’ world had completely changed since he was discovered in the Arctic Ice. Not only had he led a team of actual superheroes to defend New York against an alien invasion, he had also found love, and the family he’d never dared to dream he could have.

So when Nick Fury asked Steve on a simple mission to retrieve materials from a hidden bunker, Steve thought nothing of it.

Until the demons he’d thought he had buried within the Red Skull’s airplane suddenly reappeared, and he was forced to face the one enemy he’d thought he had vanquished.

He had cut off one head, but now two more had taken its place.

love lives on by parkrstark, 6 > k words, Teacher Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe.

Steve doesn't like picking favorite students, but when he gets Peter in his class, he can't help it when this sweet little boy becomes his favorite. He shouldn't be surprised when one day his father picks him up, and Steve realizes that he's the son of Tony Stark...the love of his life he let go back in high school. Steve wants his second chance, even if Tony doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

maybe love is the reason why (we're seeing it eye to eye) by parkrstark, 134 k > words, undercover as a family, Fake/Pretend Relationship.

"I'm sorry. Repeat that again." Tony leaned forward in his seat from across the table. He even stuck a finger in his ear as if he was cleaning it out. "I don't think I heard you right."

Fury rolled his eyes-- or well, eye. "You and Rogers need to go undercover as a married couple in a community out on Long Island."

--

After Civil War, Tony and Steve are sent on an undercover mission as a couple to try and find Hydra informants. Somehow, they end up with Peter as their undercover son who decides to play matchmaker even if the two of them are doing their best to ignore their feelings after Siberia.

little moments like this by parkrstark, 1 k > words, Domestic Fluff.

Steve grabs the blanket and covers himself. "Stop it! My husband will kill you!"

It takes Tony only a second to realize what Steve thinks is going on and he laughs. "Steve, it's me. Tony." He tries to take the blanket off, but Steve doesn't let him.

"Don't-- take advantage of me! My husband will kill you!"

Or, Steve is loyal to no end. Even after a night of drinking Asgardian mead.

Trapped in the Shadows by geekymoviemom, 97 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Parent Tony Stark.

All Steve Rogers wanted after a lifetime of war was to immerse himself in quiet, and solitude. Opening a bookstore seemed like the perfect answer. He could escape to any world that he desired, all while keeping his past firmly behind him, where it belonged.

Until the day Peter Stark walked in.

anytime by complicationstoo, 714 words, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Established Relationship.

Steve is there, holding Tony's sleepy one year old against his chest and stirring scrambled eggs on the stove with his free hand. He's murmuring quietly to Peter, low enough that Tony can't quite make out the words, but there's a soft smile on his face as he talks.

Tony wanders further in, sneaking up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. He buries his face into Steve's hair, and he can hear the grin in Steve's voice as he says, "Good morning, dear.”

How To Change A Diaper by writerstrash, 1 k > words, Established Relationship, Fatherhood.

Steve and Tony deal with a wriggly, crawly baby Peter who enjoys keeping his parents on their toes.

[slurp-imagines]

Hey, I have a headcanon I would like to ask, how would Sakazuki's relation be if he had a sister? They are like night and day - she is easy going, friendly and laugh/jokes around alot, but she will beat you ass if you're not respectful. Can imagine there are some friction between them, but she will always have Saka's back. Will they also have some sibling quirks? Thank you ^^

I found this a little difficult to write after a certain point (hope it's not too obvious lol) but it was an interesting prompt for sure. re-reading your ask now, I do feel like you were hoping for like... more just fun headcanons. but I ended up going kinda serious with it. hope that's okay too haha... regardless, ty for sending anon :)

Sakazuki (Akainu) + his friendly sister

↳ Sakazuki hates her omg. Probably not genuinely, but. Some people definitely wonder

↳ I'm sure she hassles him all the time lmfao, he never gets a break. She was the reason he got his first gray hair, he just knows it.

↳ It'd be funny if his sister was older than him & was always making fun of him like "yep, that's my baby brother, the admiral :D Isn't he so cute?" Meanwhile Sakazuki’s stood there stony-faced, looking like the most intimidating thing since death itself. He wants to deny it so bad, but it would only validate her. Because what’s cuter than a big, grumpy guy denying how cute he is?? The gap moe would be too strong. And he can’t have that. He’s helpless to it and she knows it lmao, the best he can do is just not even dignify it with a response. Sakazuki has mastered the “...As I was saying,” deadpan. Prob has a vein popping in his neck or something too. It kills her every time

↳ I could see Sakazuki and his sister being sooo at odds most of the time, but weirdly in sync on the battlefield. He likely outranks her since he's an admiral, but I imagine she wouldn't be too far behind him. She's always on the same page, always knowing what his orders will be before he even voices them. I can see her keeping up a mutual respect with her brother by still dutifully completing their missions; even while she's joking around the whole time, she gets the job done. Cleanly.

↳ She can totally crack the whip on their subordinates, too– the authority she commands is made a little heavier by her brother's name, of course, but it's also one entirely her own. She has her stern/scary side, but she's definitely warmer and more approachable than him. I could see her taking on a role where she sort bridges that gap between Sakazuki and their fellow marines.

↳ On a more serious note... We don’t have a backstory on him (yet - I hope) but I always imagined that his incredibly black-and-white view of justice was shaped by some formative, possibly traumatic experience when he was younger. As a child, I could see Sakazuki admiring/liking her quite a bit, up until that point. I feel like he’d think she wasn’t taking his plight– their duty as marines to enforce justice– seriously.

↳ So Sakazuki is always scolding her, always telling her to “drop the act & get serious already” because he knows what she’s capable of. He does mean that genuinely, but she pulls a lot of the weight keeping things more light-hearted. The tension really doesn't rise unless she's actively screwing things up or holding things back from an important goal.

↳ Idk why, but I feel like sometime around the aforementioned point in his life, Sakazuki would have unconsciously stopped holding blood relation as inherently more important that choice relations. In that sense, he may only continue feeling a sense of loyalty toward his sister so long as she stays on the same path as him.

↳ Because surely from her past actions, he knows that she has his back, and he knows that he's better off because of it. (Does he ever tell her that? Nah. But she probably gets it... I feel like they'd have that silent-understanding type of relationship)

↳ But I'm a little hesitant on how far Sakazuki will have her back in return. We haven't seen anything from him yet to make me think that he'd value a personal relationship over his duty. I could actually see him disowning someone close to him should he decide they're morally wrong. (Doing so would hurt him, but only privately, and maybe only after the fact.)

↳ And even if they butt heads a lot, or even if he never expresses it, I do feel like he would be quite attached to his sister deep down (especially now that they're both far into their adulthood and their dynamic has likely become less volatile than when they were kids/teens). Sakazuki naturally doesn’t want to look down on her, but he will if her philosophy & reasons for fighting are severely out of line in his eyes. We love the friction don't we

[herstarburststories]

You Have A Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a call from Y/N, Sam comes back town to help -- and brings Dean with him.

Requests: N°1 heyhey, could you do a Sam x reader where they went to college togehter and later meet again and they realise their feelings for eachother...xx + N°2: can you do a college sam headcanon with medicine student reader

A/N: This was fun! The monster here is mentioned in season 6, when the boys ask Bobby for advice on how to kill it. This is my first Samgirl long imagine, with Dean being the flirty he is. I wrote this almost one year ago, so it's more crude and I'm nervous to be posting it! And my piece for @cajunquandary 's 600 challenge, my prompt was monster of the week. Dividers by @talesmaniac89!

Dean's eyes remained on the road when the bitter statement left his body, tangled with a wry chuckle, “I can't believe you are still in touch with those people.”

“Those people?” Sam arched elbows, slightly skeptical by his brother's tone, “They were my friends, Dean.”

“Sammy, all our friends? Dead. They all die. Or worse.” He glanced at him for a moment, pursing his lips together. It might not be an easy assignment, but was part of the job. Sammy had tried to run away plenty times and always came back, when would he understand? “We don't get to have friends. You should've learned that.”

“They are not our friends, they are my friends. Also, they don't know about the hunting life, they aren't in harm.” Sammy hissed once the other locked his green eyes on the road again. Dean sighed, moving one hand away and up from the steering wheel in a rendition gesture.

“Whatever you say, man. I'm just warning you, this doesn't usually end up good for them.”

Sam scoffed, Dean could get on his nerves sometimes, “We saved many people that got to have a good life.”

“Yeah, but those people didn't know us before that. I told you when you left Stanford--”

“I didn't keep contact, okay!? I just... I just still have a phone that they have the number of. No social media, no calls on birthdays.” Nervously gesticulating, he added, “I know how to keep them safe, Dean.”

“So, old friend?” The eldest Winchester asked after the few minutes of silence that followed Sam's outburst, “Female old friend?”

“Yes. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Dean smirked, and Sam to rolled his eyes at his behavior, “Keep it in your pants.”

He'd let out a malicious laughter before turning on the radio, the first guitar sounds of AC/DC playing in the background.

“I think you'll be the one not keeping it, Sammy.”

“Hello?” The woman in nothing but a towel who had opened the door greeted them with a question, her brown eyes glaring at the two men with clear confusion.

Dean had no shame to check her out, innerly celebrating that she was still wet from her shower. Perhaps visiting Sam's friends wasn't that big mistake. “Hey, you.”

She grimaced at Dean for two seconds before turning her attention to Sam again, sudden recognition written on her face.

“Sam? Sam Winchester?” He nodded, smiling that light-hearted boyish grin at her. Not caring about her dressings, she just threw herself at Sammy, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!” She pulled away only to hit his shoulder. Her short stature didn't match Sam's, but he'd still make a grimace at her attempt of slap. “Why didn't you call? God, your hair grew a lot. Listen, I have some scissors.”

“Tried that, didn't work.” Dean interrupted their reencounter, trying to get in the conversation. An usual lopsided grin on his face, “Dean Winchester, Sam's brother.”

“Layla, Sam's friend.” She gave him a friendly smile in return, opening space for them to pass through the door before closing it, “Come in, I need to change in clothes.”

“I wouldn't even dream of that. Seriously.”

Layla would just wiggle one of her brows at Dean's comments, not impressed by it, “Ele é sempre assim? (Is he always like this?)”

Thankfully, Sam still remembered a bit of his friend's native language. He just chuckled, managing to apologize for Dean's typical Dean behavior, “Unfortunately. Sinto muito. (I'm sorry)”

“(Y/N) is in the kitchen. I'll be right back.” Her accent was thicking stronger duo the comfortability around Sam. Excusing herself, the caramel skinned girl leaded upstairs.

“What did she say?” Dean asked, side glancing at the path Layla had just gone on, not even sure of which language she'd just spoken, much less what was said. Sammy didn't bother replying, satisfied to grin at his obvxion brother. “Dude, come on!”

“Sam!” A well-known voice filled the room as the image of (Y/N) appeared in front of them, dressing your loyal cook's avental. You didn't think twice before jumping on Sam. “I missed you, giant!”

He, like always, caught you with a light-hearted laughter, “I missed you too, cupcake.” You two spent a few moments like this, enjoying each other's warm and long lost touch, until Dean cleared his throat. You finally went back to the ground, embarrassed by having a stranger to see that level of intimacy between you and Sam, “This is Dean, my--”

“Handsome brother. Hello, cupcake.” Dean was so going to tease Sam for the rest of his life for it.

“You really live up for Sam's description.” You giggled, heading towards the kitchen “Come in, I'm baking.”

“So, you and Layla still live together?”

“Most of the time, yes. You know how she is, comes and goes. Never wanted to stay in a place for too long and got a job that supported that.” The boys followed you, Dean examining the kitchen and trying to discover what you were cooking through the smell, while Sam couldn't take his eyes on you, “Apparently, just like you.”

Even though your back was facing them as you checked the food, the bite didn't pass unnoticed, “I had to leave, (Y/N)”

“I understand that, Sam. But you never called or texted. It was like I--” You quickly corrected yourself, “We never existed for you.”

“It's not like that.” Sam sighed, how could he justify? He knew you wouldn't buy a simple excuse. You were smart, and knew him too well to swallow a 'I went on a trip with my brother and just decided that college wasn't my deal' and leave it for that.

“I'm here!” Layla declared, arriving into the room with an excited smile, it was good to have the gang back together. Although, the tangible tension almost made her go back to the shower, “Am I interrupting something?”

“A sitcom DR.” Dean answered with sarcasm, spreading his figure on the chair when you turned around with an apple pie in your hands “What about we talk about the ca-- Is this pie?”

“We heard a scream followed by a loud roar and (Y/N) stayed near the camping part because there was still a signal and I went looking for who it was. When I got there, the thing ran away. Jorge's body... No human did that. His chest was cracked open irregularly, as if it was done by an animal and his heart looked weird. Like it was squeezed and drawn on up somehow?”

“We got a Samia.” Dean stated, relaxing on his spot. Some sault, rosemary and fire would do the job just fine, “Let me guess, it left a clawn near the body or inside it?”

Layla nodded, “Right in the chest or what lasted of it.”

“Are you okay? Finding the body in that state.” A comprehensive manner englobed Sam's question, whom noticed the normality with his friend described finding a shattered body.

“Just some guts.” She shrugged, a grimace was all the reaction they'd get. Crying wouldn't help, neither being terrorized as they expected her too. “I've seen Grey's Anatomy enough not to care about it.”

“Well, I'm literally a medicine student and I am still not okay with that. Especially after you made me go and check the body.” You argued, glaring at your best friend who'd only roll her eyes in response.

“I needed a professional to say if he was dead or not!”

“You need a therapist.”

Dean got up, looking straight at Layla. Time to play the hero in shining armor, “Don't worry with that, we will take care of it.”

Frowning, you were the one to respond, “Do you work for the police now or?”

“Are implying that we investigate it by ourselves?” Your best friend added.

Dean couldn't believe his brother. How the fuck did he let them get inside without saying they didn't know about the hunting business? It was a luck shot that they didn't think much when he said Samia.

“Nope. Not you two. We will do it.” The blonde one said, pointing at them with a smirk.

“I agree, we will do it.” Layla replied, matching his taunt smile.

“Sam, I'm not letting you and your brother do it by yourself. Jorge was my professor, I knew him. Besides, we found the body.” You got on your feet and crossed your arms, waiting for a response. Sam always had a sort of hero complex, ready to help no matter what, but there was no way you'd be letting him go into danger with his brother. Getting in your dormitory to kill a cockroach back then or facing an idiot during a bar fight to protect one of your friends was something, but this? They were talking about looking for an assassin. What if something happened to him? You were the one who called. All on you. The thought of Sam getting hurt for any reason was unbearable, but because of you? You weren't willing to do that.

“You would be in danger, (Y/N). You both.” He tried to explain, internally hoping you'd accept his reasoning and let it go. Sam didn't want you to become one of the friends who knew about this life, you deserve more. He already lost one woman he loved in this city, he couldn't lose another.

You huffed in frustration, “Just like you will!” 

“It's different.” As he was terrified of, you insisted. Arms crossed still and eyes locked with his, determined to get something from him. Sam was smart enough to know that you would keep it going. Perhaps he could give you a short explanation, “Me and my brother, we are used to this. We hunt things like that.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. The way Sam talked remembered her of animal hunting, although she highly doubted that was the case, “Little more explanation?'”

“Monsters are real. Vampires, werewolves, spirits. The list goes on. Call us crazy. Roll the credits.” Sarcasm saltered every word of Dean's as he gestured up and down with a cocky smile. Everyone glared at him, a special furious look from his brother, “What? I thought they knew what we did and that's why she called.”

“Sam?” Your voice was fragile when you said his name, a demonstration that you would believe him through the fear of the truth, but that he had to say it.

Sam laid his hazel eyes on you. God, how he wished he didn't have to confirm anything, to break your vision of world so abruptly, “Dean is right. Supernatural things are real. I know it sounds--”

“Unbelievable? Problematic? Scary?”

“Yeah, all of them.” Sam offered you a humorless smile, then holding your hand the way he used to when you were nervous about an exam, “But I wouldn't lie to you, cupcake.”

The silence was broken by Layla opening a bottle of Whiskey, pouring them for the three people in the room besides herself. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, while Sam wore a tiny smile and Dean was astonished.

Noticing the eyes glued, the latina just shrugged “What? If you are gonna tell me that Dracula is real and you are a sort of Buffy's apprentice, then we will need some alcohol.”

“Why did you call?” Sammy asked, his brows knotted together, mouth slight open as he waited for your response. “You didn't know what I did. And he wasn't my professor at Stanford. Then why did you call, (Y/N)?”

You could make up a hundred excuses. Lie and say he was the one friend besides Layla that you had somehow a way to get to. Appeal to the excuse of 'I felt something weird about the death and you said I should call if I ever had a problem of any kind'. But for as much as you felt horrible for using a death as a pretext for calling him, that was partially the truth. You already had put yourself into a mess of monsters and a drained heart, it couldn't be scarier than being honest to Sam and to yourself.

At least, you hoped so. But your heart was rushing like when you saw Jorge's body. Jesus, when did love become so morbid?

You took a deep breath, oxygen barely achieving your lungs, and then started to talk.

“I wanted to call you the minute that you left, Sam. I almost did a million times.” You answered, looking down at the bottle of a sort of plant that he was putting in a dark green bag. “I thought about what you could be doing, what was so important that you couldn't send me a message. But you just didn't want to call, I guess.”

“I wanted to call, of course I did.” You scoffed at his statement, looking up to match his eyes, “(Y/N), I'm serious.”

“You didn't even come to Jess' funeral, Sam. Layla said that maybe you needed to leave to clear your mind, that was too much to deal with. But I was so worried, and sad and confused and I wanted to talk to you because you would understand, you always did. About anything. And I wanted to give you some sort of comfort, but--” You lifted your hands and shrugged your shoulder, a broken chuckle leaving your body. “But you weren't here.”

“You stopped leaving messages after two weeks. Calling was gone when it made a moth.” You sniffed. Sam's lips curved into a pure, cautelous grin. God, he was always so sweet. “The emails took two months.”

“You were never good with dates. I gave you a calendar in your freshman week.” Your teeth met your lower lip. He didn't answer, only nodding at your affirmation, omitting the fact that he still had the calendar between latin books and pieces of newspapers, “Yet, you remember all of it.”

Sam leaned forward, holding your hand with all the delicacy you would expect from a sculptor. It had been too long since he hugged you, and his touch made all your skin tickle with warmth. “I missed you too, (Y/N). I thought about you all those years.”

“So, Cupcake?”

"Let's focus on the case, Dean."

“Then you can go back and eat your cupcake?” He remarked with a grin. His brother just huffed, pointing the flashlight through the trees, “So, Layla…”

Sam rolled his eyes, like he usually did when Dean started being too Dean for his liking, “Dean. The case.”

Before he could make another teaseful comment, a roar invaded their audition. The hunters gave each other a quick glance before heading towards the direction of the noise.

Shaking the salt and rosemary mixture in his hands, Dean smirked, “That's it. Time to shine, cupcake.”

“I have to admit. Being patched up by a doctor is better than by Dean.”

A surprised, half relieved laughter came out your body as you finished another stitch on Sam's arm. That boy was unbelievable; openly talking and making jokes about his brother, who was also being patched up by your best friend in company of a bottle of whiskey, while he spoke about Layla's name being a rock song. You were working on a large wound on his shoulder-- which you were sure that was full of dirt from the forest.

Medicine student, but I'll take that complement.” You winked at him, gaining a soft grin from Sammy, “I was expecting more blo-- Why are you smiling? I'm touching a recent wound. It doesn't look dangerous, but I'm sure it is supposed to hurt. A lot.”

Sam's answer came out easily, the bare, vulnerable truth: “I'm happy you are here.”

You looked at him, his hair longer than before, but the soft simper remained on his face. You bit your lip to hold a giggle; her heart dared to hope. What he expected when he said things like this? A quiet contentment spread through his expression while he watched your reaction.

“You should have come home sooner.” 

His mouth formed a line, “I don't have a home, (Y/N). It's just Dean, me and the road now.”

“No, Sam.” Shaking your head lightly, you intertwined your fingers with his. His life was dangerous, you couldn't afford the luxury of waiting even more to share what you had finally admitted to yourself in the moment he walked through the door. It didn't seem like the easiest, simpler situation. But the only hard thing you couldn’t go through was to be away from Sam Winchester. He lingered on you for years, you were done letting him run away. It was time to hold his hand and walk together. “You should've come home sooner. To me.”

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People mentioned: David Dobrik, Vlogsquad, Tana Mongeau, Romeo Lacoste

Summary: You're at a club with your friends. When you step outside the club you start talking to some strangers. One of the stranger makes you uncomfortable, and after leaving he follows you. You run away scared and need help from David, who saves the day :)

sidenote: this idea came to mind when i was walking home during the night and some drunk people startled me lmao. I love my imagination

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"Cheers!" Tana cheered, raising her shot glass in the air along with her friends, Todd, Scotty, Zane and Heath. You joined in and cheered. You took a deep breath, pinched your nose and forced the bruning liquor down your throat, followed by shivers up and down your spine.

Everbody headed to the dance floor and danced their hearts out. The floor was crowded with people dancing and grinding on eachother. Not really your scene - you preferred hanging out by the bar, chatting and meeting new people.

The music was blasting, everybody was dancing, and you were leaning over the bar trying to catch the bartenders attention. "Two shots" you mouthed to the bartender, holding two fingers in the air, trying to order some shots for you and Dom. The bartender nodded and proceeded to find some shotglasses.

Dom took the shots, handed one to you and you both counted to three. Once again the nasty taste gave you shivers and made you make a disgusted face. Dom leaned over to whisper something in your ear. "Come meet me outside, I wanna show you something."

He made his way through the crowd, as did you shortly after.

At this point you had started feeling sluggish and almost seeing double. Not only did you have 2 shots of who knows what at the club, but you also had a few drinks and beers at David's house before everybody went out. The flashing lights and loud music at the club didn't make it any better. Safe to say you were pretty drunk, but you kind of enjoyed it. Everything got a hundred times funnier when you were drunk, so you were very curious as to what Dom was gonna show you outside.

As you exited the club you looked for Dom but didn't seem to find him anywhere. He couldn't have gone that far, you were just gonna meet him right outside. A few other drunk people were stood outside the club, but none of the faces looked familiar. You decided to go up to a group of people who looked friendly just to keep yourself company. "Hey, have you seen a tall blonde guy with a durag anywhere?" you asked. They all shook their heads no, "are you alone?" one of the guys asked.

"I guess so," you laughed. "Is it okay if I hang out here while I try to call him?" you asked, picking up your phone from your pocket. "Sure. What's your name?" the same guy replied.

You were stood with them for a few more minutes while looking for Dom aswell as trying to call him. He never picked up which was just typical Dom.

One of the guys noticed you started shivering a bit. After all it was getting a bit chilly and you wore nothing but some shorts , a top and a thin jacket. He took a step closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. This caught you completely off guard. "Uhm, hi?" you said looking at him quizzically. He pulled you closer to him, his hand now on your waist and you could feel his strenght not letting go of you. Your body froze. You didn't know what to do. You were very uncomfortable at this point, not knowing who he was let alone his name. Taking a step back didn't work because he wouldn't let go of you. You desperately looked around for familiar faces, hoping they'd see you and help you, but there was no one around.

"Can you let go of me, please?" you asked the guy politely. "Why? You look too damn fine to walk around alone. Stay here with us." he demanded. You shook your head and pulled away from him, scared, and took a big step back. He creepily smiled at you as he took a step forward towards you. Your heart started beating faster and faster, your anxiety kicking in aswell. You looked around you for a place to run. Anywhere was fine as long as you got away from him. You couldn't go inside because all of his friends was satnding by the entrance, and the only exit that caught your eye was down a small alleyway. You ran for it not looking back. Not looking back because you were scared he was following you. You had never been in this position before. A position where you were approached by a stranger in that way, being so uncomfortable your entire body froze and went into panicattack.

The alleyway was small and dark and led to behin the building. Once you got behind the building you didn't stop to catch your breath. The only way out now was to climb the fence. Your adrenaline was through the roof so climbing the fence was no problem. Running out of breath, drunk and seeing double you made it down a few blocks atleast. This was a new street with very few people and a few lit up shops along the streets. You pulled up your phone in hopes of having some missed calls from Dom, but nothing. The only person you could think of right now, that was available and wasn't out partying, was David. Your hands were shaking as you dialled his number.

After waiting for what felt like forever he finally picked up, "What's up?". His voice calmed you down a bit. "David, I need help. I don't know where I am. Can you please come get me?" your voice cracked trying to hold back the tears. "Y/n, what's wrong? Where are you?" he asked, trying to calm you down. "I don't know where I am! I think I'm being followed, David. I'm so scared, you need to come get me, now" you cried, finally letting your tears fall as you dropped to the ground now sitting against the wall. "Calm down. I'll come get you. You don't know where you are? What do you see around you?" he asked. He was very familiar with the whole LA area, so giving him some pin points he'd be able to track you down.

You looked around the area, and the first thing that caught your eye was a lit up tattoo shop. Seeing double didn't do you any favor, but you squinted as hard as you could and tried your very best to make out the words written on the huge window. "C-california... dream tattoo?" you said. David knew exactly where you were. The California Dream Tattoo was none other than Romeo Lacoste's famous tattoo shop where just about every youtuber ever got their tattoos from. "Okay, okay. I know where you are! Is there anybody inside? Knock on the door and ask for Romeo. Tell them David Dobrik sent you." You did as he said and waited for someone to open the door.

"H-hi, is Romero here?" you asked, still keeping David on the line incase anything happened. The guy who opened the door looked at you in confusion. "You mean Romeo? I'm him. How can I help you?" he replied. "I'm David Dobrik's friend and I need help. Someone is following me and I don't know who they are," you said desperately, almost letting tears down your face again.

Romeo opened the door widely allowing you to enter his shop and sit down.

You were sat on the couch, face down looking staright down at the floor. There were a few people at the shop, probably just Romeo's friends because they were all hanging out and chatting. You sat by yourself waiting for David to come pick you up.

This was supposted to be a fun night out. It wasn't supposed to end like this. You were a fun, social person who was easy to hang out with and loved making new friends. However, there was something about this guy outside the club. He wasn't what you expected. Normally it wasn't an issue for you to talk to strangers, but it was something about this guy that felt a bit off. The way he looked you up and down, grabbed your waist with force pulling you closer to him, you knew it wasn't gonna end well, and if you tried to pull away he wasn't letting you. As any other human being would be, you were scared. Drunk, not an ounce of self-control the night could have ended very badly.

"Hey" a familiar voice came from behind you as you felt a hand laying on your upper back. You turned around to see David with a worried look on his face. It didn't take long until you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, your face buried in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tighter as you let out a big sigh. "It's okay. I'm here." His words warming your heart making you feel very safe. "Let's head home" he said and grabbed your hand. "Thank you, Romeo" you smiled before you and David left.

David opened the doors to his Tesla and the two of you got in. "Wanna go to Chipotle and get some food?" David suggested, hand on your thigh and smiling at you. "I'd love that" you replied.

Parked in the parkinglot David's white tesla was the only car there. The two of you stuffed your faces with food, laughing and talking. His car was warm and comfortable - you felt much safer in his presence.

"So, what happened tonight?" David asked after finishing his burrito. You sighed to yourself, not really wanting to talk about it and re-live it all, but you knew David cared about you. You didn't want to leave him worried so you told him everything.

"I just bolted. I've never ran so fast in my life. Dom's gonna hear it tomorrow. I didn't even get to see what he was gonna show me!" you laughed.

[olivyh]

Into Wonderland Chapter Five: Pomefiore part One

TW: Violence and descriptions of death

Mc coughs and sputters, sand flying out of their mouth and landing on the soft grass in front of them. They gag as they spit more and more out of their mouth, recoiling at the foul taste it left in their mouth. 

"That..." They groan. "Was the worst one yet. He had good intentions, but..." They trail off when they hear a soft lullaby in the distance. Mc looks at the woods around them, then their eyes trail up the massive castle they woke up in front of. The old stone is cleaned to perfection, the large stained glass windows reflecting the bright sunlight and casting colorful shadows across the small garden they stand in. Even the vines seem to spiral up the walls and the flowers attached to them seem to blossom perfectly, not a single petal wilting or discolored. 

The voice continues to sing, the soft song turning into a melancholy one as Mc creeps through the garden, running their hand along the smooth stone. They turn and see a small boy, his delicate face twisted into a sad smile as he sings into an old wishing well. Despite his clothes being tattered and worn, his soft features remind Mc of a cherub, with his light brown eyes reflecting the water down below, dark hair contracting with his pale skin that sparkles in the sun. 

He was the prettiest boy Mc had ever seen. 

Turning the corner, they lightly call out to him. "U-uhm, hello!" They boy jumps up, face flushing a light pink before he smiles fondly at them.

"Oh, hello!" He slowly walks up to them, bowing his head slightly. He stares up at them with his doe-like eyes, making them stammer as something moves in the woods out of the corner of their eye. They jolt and look over, only to see the same forest that had always been there. Taking a shaky sigh, they decide to try to talk to the boy again. 

"Your voice is very nice to listen to..." They compliment. The boy beams. 

"You think so? That's so good to hear!" He chirps happily. The birds in the garden seem to mimic him with their own chirps, circling around the boy happily. "You look lost, though. Is something the matter?"

Mc smiles and nods. "Yes, I've actually been trying to find my way home for quite some time now-"

"Oh! I can help you with that!" They boy grabs their hands and leads them past the wishing well, pushing the heavy wooden door open and leading them through the castle. They stare at the various paintings on the walls. Flowers, vast, empty fields, sparkling gemstones. They pause when they see a painting of a regal looking man, his purple eyes staring down at the duo sharply, corners of his perfectly painted lips quirked up in a smile that would be friendly, if it weren't for the way the rest of his face appeared scrutinizing. They boy noticed their stares and smiled, pulling their hand and pointing up at the man. 

"He's very beautiful, isn't he?" Mc nods in agreement. "That's my stepbrother, Vil Schoenheit. He's been running this house since our parents both..." He trails off, lip quivering. Mc tries to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder. He smiles up at them and continues to leads them through the hallway. 

"Oh! I never told you my name!" He turns to them and ducks his head in another bow. "I'm Neige LeBlanche!"

"Mc Crowley," They smile at him. He nods and continues to lead them until they're stopped by a tall man wearing a large, wide brimmed hat. He smiles down at Mc, placing a hand over his heart and kneeling down. He smiles up at them widely, bright green eyes making them wary of the man's actions. 

"Pardon, dear guest," He turns back to Neige and smiles at the boy. "Ma reine requested assistance in preparing his robes for the meeting with the nobles tomorrow."

"Ah, right," They boy nods. "Uhm, Rook?"

"Hm?"

"Could you please help Mc here try to find their way home? I was just bringing them to Vil to see if he had anything-"

"Why of course!" The man exclaims rather loudly, making Mc shrink back a bit. He turns to Mc as Neige prances away. "Now if you'd follow me, mon petit oiseau."

Mc nods and scampers close behind the man, who's long strides make it difficult for them to follow. He leads them deeper into the castle, where the sunlight struggles to reach and the once welcoming stone interior feels cold and distant. They turn the corner and Mc notices a soft yellow light shining under a large oak door, followed by swearing and the sound of a mirror shattering. Rook freezes, holding his hand out to the side to stop them. 

They look up at him as he places a gloved finger over his mouth and motions for them to stay where they are. They gulp and nod, anxiety clawing at their chest as the man enters the room. Mc peeks around the corner, struggling to see through the small crack the man had left in the door. There stands the same man from the painting, except this time his perfect makeup is smudged across his eye as he takes deep, steadying breaths. His long purple robes sweep the floor  as he strides over to a large vanity, frustratedly running his fingers over the smudges and fixing it up in the large mirror. 

"Ma reine, whatever is troubling you?" Rook stands behind the man, delicately fixing the long braids that had come loose in the back on his head. The man continues to fume again, hands shaking as he slowly puts down the lipstick he was ready to apply. 

"My hunter-" The man begins, turning in his plush chair. "I need you to kill the boy." Mc covers their mouth with their hands, fear rising in their chest.

"Whatever for, mon chéri?"

"The mirror had said it again- I cannot let him beat me once more." He says simply. "I need you to end it here."

"Hear my pleas, I beg of you," The blonde tries to stand in front of the beautiful man, who scowls at him. "Can't you just lock him away? Why must you end his life so soon?"

"It would do no good for him to keep him in that kind of misery," Mc feels their eyes start to water a bit as they imagine the kind boy stuck in a cold dungeon, or his body laying cold in a coffin. "I cannot allow him to live the life I had until now, Rook."

"That is why you must end it now."

The man tips his hat again, emerald eyes turns towards and ground and lips twitching into a frown. 

"Of course, ma reine." He leaves the room and closes the door behind him with a soft thud, grabbing Mc's arm rather harshly and dragging them along in silence. They wince as the pressure becomes almost too much to bear and they try to pull it back. 

"Rook, please!" They yank their arm back, making the man freeze. He stares at them apologetically, ducking his head. 

"My apologies," He says, once bright voice hollow. 

"Rook, you don't have to do this! There had to be another way!" They almost beg. "We can- we-" They stutter, waving their arms around. "He-"

Rook's eyes light up and he grabs both their shoulders in his hands, holding them out in front of them, a relieved smile crossing his face. 

"That's it!" He cheers, rather loudly. Mc freezes, hoping they were far enough from Vil that he didn't hear it. "I'm begging you- take the boy and run into the woods..." He kneels in front of them, grasping their hands in his. "Take him as far as possible and never come back, keep him safe-"

Mc stammers and tries to get him to stand, pulling at his robes and trying to hoist him up. "O-of course! But..." They pause. "Will you be okay? What if Vil finds out?"

The hunter shakes his head. "What he will do to me doesn't hold a candle to what that poor boy would have been put through, so please, as fast as possible-" The man grabs them and leads them to a more desolate a run down part of the castle, pushing them into a small bedroom. 

Neige jumps and smiles at them, standing up from his position on the floor. Mc gulps and feels a bead of sweat form on their forehead as they grab the confused boy's hands and pull him up, stammering. 

"Neige, we need to go!" They grab a small bag that sits at the foot of his bed and hands it out to him. "You're in danger, so please, come with me!"

"In danger?" The boy yelps. "W-what about Vil? Is he okay?"

"Yes! Yes!" They push him to pack what little things he owned, throwing whatever food they could find into a separate bag. "Rook is taking care of him." Their voice breaks as they grab the boys hand and sprint out the castle, bags in hand. They jump over roots and under pathways, experience from the Savanah kicking in. Thankfully, all those hunting expeditions improved their endurance greatly. 

Neige on the other hand is panting and gasping for air by the time they finally settle down. He collapses to the ground, hands shaking as he chokes and coughs into his hand, face flushed and sweat drenching his dirty clothes. Mc hands him a flask of water they'd collected from a nearby stream and he gulps it down greedily, hands shaking too badly to hold it straight to his mouth. 

The forest around them is dark, and they hear all sorts of odd sounds coming from the trees above them. The boy seems to notice this, curling into himself and shaking. 

Mc climbs a nearby tree, scanning the forest for a place they could set up camp. They see a pillar of smoke rise in the distance and climb back down, seeing the boy's unconscious form slumped against an old stump, water canister spilling out onto the ground. 

"Neige?!" They yelp, reaching for the boy's shoulders and shaking him. He wakes with a gasp, features softening when he realizes that it was only them. He tries to sit up but his legs give out under him, too weak to stand on their own. 

"How much farther?" He whispers, voice shaking.

"Not too much. There's a house nearby we can stay in for the night-" The boy nods and, with Mc's help, stands, leaning against them for support. They hobble over to the cabin, deciding to open the door and sneak in after nobody answered their heavy knocks. They sit Neige down on a wooden chair, wetting a washcloth and handing it to him before getting another for themselves. 

They look over to see the now sleeping boy curled up across the length of all the small beds, taking up half of them despite being in a ball. 

Mc reaches over and lays on their side, back to back with the boy as they let exhaustion take over, eyelids heavy as they let sleep take them.

I’m linking the other parts here since for some reason it’s not letting me link them in the masterlist!