#i used to be a doesnt read till it’s done reader as well

[campbyler]

i really want to read this and im looking forward to reading it, but i’ve never read an unfinished fic… when do you expect the final chapter will come out? 😊

hi there! honestlyyyy…. rn our projection for the final chapter to come out is around march next year with a high probability of it being a little later because we have a very busy few months ahead for all three of us 😗 i know a lot of people have expressed something similar about not wanting to get into it until it’s done, especially bc they are worried about getting invested in a fic that won’t be finished, and i mean this very genuinely when i say that really and truly we think that reading acswy when it updates and following along with all the fun stuff on our blog is half the fun, at least for us! we are also at a pretty insane word limit for not even being halfway through so i will also go so far as to say that waiting until it’s finished and trying to read the whole thing in one go might be a lot more overwhelming than trying to simply follow along/catch updates as they drop when you can. i promise i’m not saying this to promo or market the fic in any way because different readers have different preferences and reading styles when it comes to fic, but (and largely due to the fact that it will probably be over 400k when it’s finished and not finished at all for a While) we’d like to encourage you to give this one a try before it’s completed if you can!

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 3

✧▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬✧

Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)

Notes: thanks for waiting so long guys.

Warnings: bitchy ass mom w / her bitchey ass friends.

✧▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬✧

Týr would be up before you would the next morning, your cuddled in close to him, head barried his chest, his arm drapped around you

The loose shirt you're wearing exposes from your neck to your shoulder, and even a bit of your arm

He thinks you're pretty

And FUCK do certain people know.

Freya. Sif. His mother. The dragon that likes to sneak in and grab food off the counter

Anyone that would listen really

He's sure he's told you

But not really he tends to marvel at you instead

Which causes him to go silent and just stare.

Luckily his hands are warm and when he places one of your bare shoulder you sink into it.

And just casually rubs your shoulder, looking at your tattoos he hadnt seen before

He gets startled when you toss and turn, turning to your other side with your back to him.

He's just glad he doesnt disturb you.

He'll admit he wants to kiss you, but just wont.

Well a kiss on the cheek never hurt no body-

"OH Y/N!" Freyr cheered with a bright smile, slamming the shutters open.

"No!" She shouted, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at him.

"Hey! Someone didn't get laid -" Freyr argued Y/n getting up on the bed, "Shit!"

She jumped out the window barefoot and in a night gown, chasing after him as if he was prey.

Choking Freyr out at the crack of dawn in a puddle of mud?

Absolutely

He rather you be passive, but he cant stop you

Plus, no real damage is being done.

You come back covered in mud.

"Morin!"

"Ah. Good morning..." Týr chuckled, "You have fun?"

Y/n nodded, "Yeah. I think Freyr knows who's better anyhow."

So as the mud dries on your skin you offer him to go take a bath in a near by lake.

He takes you up on the offer.

You both dont think much of it as you walk together carrying your chlothes for afterward.

You only realized what you've asked as you both stand infront of the water.

"You can!-"

"Oh no-"

The two chuckled.

"Neither of us thought this through I think." Y/n laughed.

"No. We didn't."

Shit you might as well at his point.

Luckily you found a tree and hid behind it as you undressed before jumping in the water.

You manage to convince him in but turn your back, giving him the same amount of privacy he allowed you

Soon akward bathing turns into you guys messing around.

Because tbh your a massive child at heart

Throwing water at one another out of all things, till one gives up

Its you

You can't compete with the massive waves he can make with a wave of his arm

By the end of it your cleaned sure, but now exhausted

Both are now dressed. You sit on a log outlooking the lake

"I'll get you next time." Y/n told

"I look forward to it." He responded smiling at her causing her to chuckle and shake her head.

Its already turning mid-day as you guys sit by the lake in peace

You do feel like the conversation does go kinda dry between you two.

Its like there is nothing else to talk about but so much at the same time

The wedding, perhaps, or really- what to do after it...

"Are they expecting a kid out of us?" Y/n pipped up.

"I. I'm sorry?" He asked, confused.

"Our parents. Are they expecting ae have a child together?" Y/n asked, "like immediately. What happens if we hate each other."

"You are very much a delight to me, Y/n."

Y/n sighed, "I just..."

"Y/n." He spoke, she turning to look at him, "When you are ready, you are ready, when you are not, you are not. That is your choice. The greatest wars are often against oneself. The hardest to win is the one where your heart, your gut sides together, but your mind and your upbringing sides with another, your mother in this case."

"Read me like a book..." she chuckled under her bresthe, "thats gonna get tiring real soon you know."

Týr smiled softly at her, he letting y/n lean into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.

"What's your opinion?" Y/n asked.

"I have no opinion." Týr explained, "there's nothing to have an opinion on. Not on your feelings."

"Your opinion about our parents, I mean." Y/n responded

"Oh well, that. That's a different subject."

You felt the safest you have in a very very long time.

And its. Relaxing almost.

He's pretty sure your the god of sleep though, as you fall asleep on him after you had gotten comfortable.

He lets you snooze and soon snoozes himself

He'll admit he's not used to adventures like you take him on: for the laughs and the funs, his are usually go here: diplomacy here and there

When he wakes up a few hours later you're gone

Your mother had snatched you right from his side

You were just having the time of your life with your mother

"You should be glad I am giving you a choice here." Her mother ordered holding the dress up to Y/n's form.

Y/n yawned, pushing it away.

"I do like, it's pretty white is pretty," Her mother smiled, "You'll look to big in it."

Y/n was silent tired still in her eyes.

"What do you think?" Her mother asked turning to her friends.

"Do you want her look pregnant?" One chuckled.

"Are you pregnant dear? Or perhaps you should lay off the meed."

"Yeah and your all whores so I'll take your words with a grain of fuckin salt."

"Y/n." She was scolded by her mother, Y/n, rolling her eyes.

"Disrespectful little twat." Her mothers friend snapped.

"Oh no. Im so hurt. Mama! Tell the bad lady to stop it!" Y/n cried, a smirk painting her face as she walked away, "I'll find a dress on my own."

Unfortunately, your attempt to leave is well, non existant and your trying on multiple dresses.

Your mother ended up picking a white one: just as bland as she is.

You picked a soft red one, its not bold or strong in color, but it's old, older than you, and decorated beatifully.

So while your mother's too busy laughing it up making fun of you, you take it and leave quickly.

You run into your father outside tending his little garden he always did that.

He looked to see you, holding the dress bundled up, ready to run for the hills with it.

"Quickly. Come on." He spoke guiding her along, "lets get it all folded for you to not ruin."

He's quick to rush you into his little shed where he kept to himself most of the time.

He helps you fold it and put it in a handmade sack and handed it to you.

You thanked him.

You and your dad were always awkward in a sense.

He loved you, and you loved him, but your mother always ruined everything

And that caused a rift.

"Go. Quickly." He spoke, "before your mother finds out you've taken it, go now!"

Y/n nodded and rushed off quickly.

When you get back in the room, your starttled by Týr.

How fast he comes at you next almost scares you as well.

"Are you alright?! You disappeared! I was worried!" His words quick, his voice raising with every word which were laced with concern.

Y/n shifted slightly, back against the door, and sack in arms.

He sighs in releif, the sigh visibly easying Y/n.

"I'm... okay..." y/n spoke softly, "sorry..."

"No, it..." he sighed, "I should have not of rushed you in such a way. I was..."

"Worried?" Y/n asked he nodding, "you don't have to apologize for being worried...I should be sorry I worried you so much."

He looked down at her as she looked up at him, soon moving her eyes away from his gaze, just to look back at him and chuckled softly.

"You... do that a lot."

"Hm?"

"Stare." Y/n responded.

"Ah. I." Týr chuckled, his laugh having a flustered tone to it, "I'm sure I have told you before, of your beauty."

Y/n's expression told it all, her lips formed a goofy smile as she looking down in response.

"Oh..uh. my dress." Y/n responded, "for...the ceremony...would you uh...like to see?"

"If you'd like."

Y/n nodded, passing him and making it to the bed to put the sack down and pull out the dress.

"It's uh..red and uh black." Y/n smiled smally, "I liked the sleeves..."

She held it to herself, turning to look at him, "I wasn't going to wear shoes with it...since no one would see my feet anyway. Plus, the cold never really bothered my feet."

A finger carefully grazed the deep v neckline.

"It'll look beautiful on you." He told.

Y/n smiled, looking up at him, her stomach in knots. Face hot to the touch. Her skin glowed and seemed soft as ever. A hand carassed her cheek she leaning into his touch.

"Can I....confess." Y/n spoke.

"Has something gone wrong?"

"I...believe I have....fallen." y/n responded, "for...you that is..."

Týr looked at her, she was concerned, worried. Afraid.

"Y/n." Týr spoke, "I...I..."

"I shouldnt have-"

"No- Y/n-"

"I got caught up I am sorry-"

"I feel the same-"

"Please, don't say that to make me feel better-"

"Y/n." He stopped her, "I feel the same."

Oh. oh SHIT ITS HAPPENING

You kinda don't care what happens to that dress you once had in your hand as you melt into his palm

Bro didnt even have to kiss you before you were melting for him

Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him.

He ends up just placing a firm kiss on your cheek, holding your face as he does its so sweet and soft.

His beard tickles you.

And your doing stupid laughter.

He starts laughing too he doesn't know what's funny even.

You guys are having a laughing fit.

And it ends with you both dying on the bed. He looks over at you to have you start laughing again

And you both start up again,

This time he grabs you: softly too, ontop of you as you laugh and smile, crying almost.

"I don't understand!" He laughs, Y/n taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Okay. Okay..." she breathes, the smile hurting her face as she looked up at him, "im okay..."

He raised an eyebrow as she started up again.

This wasn't ending any time soon.

But it made him happy, to see you laugh so hard it hurt.

He's gonna be telling anyone about it for days.how pretty it was to just sit there and watch you smile and laugh.

✧▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬✧

Tags: @gabedreeam

[aperiodtm]

Familiar pt.2 | Sim Jake

PAIRING: (ex)online bestfriend!Jake x (ex)online bestfriend!fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jake has a plan (appearance of jay) (and an unnamed friend for now (?) im horrible at names.)

GENRE: bitter angst, lil crying

WC: 585 (well this was..shitting short.)

A/N: also based on real-life experience.. :)

im thinking of making this a mini-series?..

->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->

okay, Jake couldn't do this anymore. in his defense, he was attached. too attached, even after 6 months.

29 January, your birthday. a day Jake was always looking forward to, just so he could wish you a happy birthday first, which he, much proudly, was successful in for 4 straight years.

well, once some other guy in your school wished you earlier than him. stupid douchebag, he thought.

but that didn't matter when you said his wish meant more and was always first in your heart.

and god was Jake in another spiral, staring at the his endless messages with 'Instagram User' on New Year's Eve.

''what a great year it's going to be.'', he grumbled.

unwillingly while reading those texts, a droplet fell on the very desk he was at. then another. and it kept going, till he had to set that damn phone aside and pour it out.

Jake couldn't do it anymore, he missed you. you were his bestfriend. the one he could talk to for hours, to rely on and vent to when he had a fight with his friends, the one who had such horrible memory that you had to save little things you knew about Jake in a separate note on your phone. Jake found it cute though.

he had felt care, but this was attachment.

this was such a strong attachment, something he cried over so much he felt his heart clench. when he went out after the day you blocked him, he feet the agony when he saw anything that reminded him of you. he was so proud of your friendship he'd show it off to anyone.

and now, after that day, he couldn't focus on anyone but you. that day, did he really see you again?

after being done with all the emotion, he picked up his phone again, and wiped the tears away.

wait, he thought.

he quickly shuffled around his phone, through the same messages, till he got to it. one very specific message.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

| @(username)

| is this ur friend? i noticed yall matching pfps and followed-

| WHAT THE FUCK JAKE THATS MY BEST FRIEND HOWD U FIND HER?

| ok ykw nvm since u already followed let it be js dont talk to her she doesnt know i got online friends

| and DONT unfollow. she'll get suspicious and bombard me with tons of questions if she sees both of us know each other.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

Jake never really understood why you kept your online social life a secret so badly. but he never questioned it further.

until now.

he clicked on your friend's profile. and just stared at the screen. should he do it? but you warned him not to. but he wants to know- no, he needs to know how you're doing. this could be his chance-

''hey, you okay?'' it was Jay.

''y-yeah i..just been thinking..'' Jake sighs and puts his phone away. fuck it, just let it be. maybe he's going crazy, he definitely does not want to mess himself up further.

''tell me about it.'' Jay pauses, sitting next to him. ''is it about her again?''

Jay knew well, as his roommate, about what Jake has been through and how he remembers you time to time.

''well....yeah. Y/N.'' Jake sighs. maybe Jay can give him proper advice? since he's clearly (well, in this aspect) more sane and less impulsive than him. so, turning around in his chair, he faces his older properly.

''okay, so..''

->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->

to be continued!

ive been getting some ideas lately for series ^^ but ofc theyre gonna take long ahaha </3

[just-some-random-blogger]

part 2 for the hottie-cutie! actually we dont use the percentage system in ig all the post-ussr countries (mb not the more european ones but im not sure). but ig 70% is just average here? ig its barely the B(?), in our system its 4/5. or ig 0-50% is like 2/5 (bc its forbidden to give 1/5 *clown emoji*), 50-70 or 75 is prob 3/5, and 90-100 is the highest mark. dk if its stupid of us but yes. id really not say that all russian students are very smart. but now i think that i didnt even knew filipino is based on tagalog... and that a lot of people are really arrogant bitches that would fight till the blood spills even if theyre wrong... but yeah not to be a hater or anything but... i still remember that trend on tiktok where american teens were like 'give me antidepressants and coke and imma explode russia in a sec' and then they cant find the hugest fucking country on the map... and im not even mentioning how they feel like their starbucks can help these sweet summer children to like... conquer, riot, attack... 'YOURE SAYING WHAT I LEARNED IN SCHOOL IN THE FUCKING PHILIPPINES IS WRONG AND THEY WERE LIKE YES' arrogant bitches TT 'i forgive them' its ok id hate them for you. 'that was a long rant' and i love every letter. im so happy for you! you seem so passionate about the sandman, its cute. delightful to read youre happy! and really delightful to see someone being so happy about something so... simple? just being happy. this world indeed needs some kindness. im so happy for your excitement TT take all the time you need, your happiness is the priority!! and gjdd as i was thinking about it, a recalled that in the very beginning of that your fic with daemon x niece reader where she doesnt need him, i felt SO strong about it being like... a half of that daemon idea i teased you... so like yeah. im waiting. but not asking you to speed up!! driving fast is dangerous, children. its a well-deserved rest (in a way). hope youll spend it great. 'just cos ur in the bible doesnt mean ur a saint' i know?? but HFJSDJS it sounds so... like a wity line from this stupid films with the worst, the most dangerous, the filthiest mafia boss and like... just y/n... yeah thats it. and in the night theyre making out and things are getting hotter and shes like omg no i need to finish reading the bible and he answers her with this WITTY line. sorry. just my association. never intended it to sound bad. 'my teacher was nice and me and my friends were nerds' ahajsj were so similar TT like mother like cat TT the only exception i was usually the one who read a book and told about its plot to others but still was the one to answer most of the questions. 'Under my Invisible Umbrella by Laurel Flores Fantauzzo. it’s a personal essay' omgomg it sounds interesting. like.. those books that are written by authors who lived in the country who started a war. SORRY for this comparison but for me it sounds like it. like smn whos seen as an enemy but there he is. its always fascinating to see yourself in a character/a book so im kinda.. glad for you. considering all it sounds strange but feeling a book is the experience to feel. 'ANYWAY im hot. (:' well true. thanks for the tiktok TT you really didnt need to do this but i appreciate your efforts sm TT thank you TT and yeeeah aemonds so funny TT and this guy is so accurately fanny TT yesterday (or the day before yesterday yes thats it) all my classmates and the other parallel class made that ver deputy SO angry *clown emoji* it was the experience to go through.. actually its not an uncommon thing bc i remember no day when she didnt scream at smn. but plugging the equipment? sounds like a good revenge. omg im so eager to know about the works of your national hero! im eager to learn anything youre willing to tell me! so i always wait for you, hottie-cutie! have a nice day/night! good luck with the classes or whatever plans you have! love you! take care<з

HELLO

im so annoyed with myself because i was almost done with answering you then i pressed cntl z and everything disappeared fml

now im going to be sad the entire time i type this fuck off tumblr why are you so glitchy

actually we dont use the percentage system in ig all the post-ussr countries (mb not the more european ones but im not sure). but ig 70% is just average here? ig its barely the B(?), in our system its 4/5. or ig 0-50% is like 2/5 (bc its forbidden to give 1/5 *clown emoji*), 50-70 or 75 is prob 3/5, and 90-100 is the highest mark. dk if its stupid of us but yes. id really not say that all russian students are very smart.

T_T rip T_T HAHAAH wait its still so funny to me that 70 is average i gasped when i read this the first time T_T asian countries be like that ig HAHHAHH. i mean there are A LOT OF DUMB FILIPINOS TOO SO /: its fine theres a bit of dumb in the world but its so weird to me that our grades are so high standard. /: asians HAHAHA

but now i think that i didnt even knew filipino is based on tagalog... and that a lot of people are really arrogant bitches that would fight till the blood spills even if theyre wrong...

well now you know. people who are overconfident are airheaded /:

but yeah not to be a hater or anything but... i still remember that trend on tiktok where american teens were like 'give me antidepressants and coke and imma explode russia in a sec' and then they cant find the hugest fucking country on the map...

STILL AS DISTURBING AS WHEN I REPLIED TO THIS THE FIRST TIME T_T these kids (boys especially) need to stop glorifying war i cant believe this was a trend T_T also the map thing is so true and i suck at geography but i could at least point to russia come one

also T_T although im annoyed i have to type this all over again, did you know russia is bigger than pluto. i love pluto lets talk about pluto more next time when im not frustrated with myself for fundamentally deleting my entire reply T_T

and im not even mentioning how they feel like their starbucks can help these sweet summer children to like... conquer, riot, attack...

L war this is why feminism is important, little boys think war is the only thing that is cool enough to be their hobby because its violent T_T

'YOURE SAYING WHAT I LEARNED IN SCHOOL IN THE FUCKING PHILIPPINES IS WRONG AND THEY WERE LIKE YES' arrogant bitches TT 'i forgive them' its ok id hate them for you.

DONT HATE ANYONE FOR ME T_T NEVER DO THAT FOR ANYONE

'that was a long rant' and i love every letter.

im so happy for you! you seem so passionate about the sandman, its cute. delightful to read youre happy! and really delightful to see someone being so happy about something so... simple? just being happy. this world indeed needs some kindness. im so happy for your excitement TT take all the time you need, your happiness is the priority!!

i did a whole rant about sandman but T_T next time. I REALLY WAS SO SUPER EXCITED ABOUT WHAT I WAS TELLING YOU AND I WANT TO TELL YOU BUT IM SO SLEEPY AND I DONT WANT TO PUT OFF REPLYING TO YOUR P2 T_T anyway i actually returned the books i borrowed the next day (which was yesterday) without reading them because my mom said it was too dark and i agree so i did BUT LSHAH I WENT TO THE LIBRARY TODAY AFTER CLASS AND READ THE MEGABIG ENCYLOPEDIA HARDBOUND SANDMAN COMIC with like 10 issues in it (which had everything in the series) AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT MADE ME LOVE DREAM SO MUCH MORE T_T

and gjdd as i was thinking about it, a recalled that in the very beginning of that your fic with daemon x niece reader where she doesnt need him, i felt SO strong about it being like... a half of that daemon idea i teased you... so like yeah. im waiting. but not asking you to speed up!! driving fast is dangerous, children. its a well-deserved rest (in a way). hope youll spend it great.

tell me about your daemon fic now IM SO CURIOUS NOW also as i said i zoomed read (and finished) that mega big comic book so im instead going to be writing sandman fics HAHAHH. i hope you liked my daemon x niece fic. i was surprised a lot of people seem to like it

'just cos ur in the bible doesnt mean ur a saint' i know?? but HFJSDJS it sounds so... like a wity line from this stupid films with the worst, the most dangerous, the filthiest mafia boss and like... just y/n... yeah thats it. and in the night theyre making out and things are getting hotter and shes like omg no i need to finish reading the bible and he answers her with this WITTY line. sorry. just my association. never intended it to sound bad.

HAAHH this doesnt sound bad it so funny actually. also I LOVE THIS CONCEPT i love me a good dirty mafia boss [quietly writes this idea down in my head]

'my teacher was nice and me and my friends were nerds' ahajsj were so similar TT like mother like cat TT the only exception i was usually the one who read a book and told about its plot to others but still was the one to answer most of the questions.

#twinlife u like me for real

'Under my Invisible Umbrella by Laurel Flores Fantauzzo. it’s a personal essay' omgomg it sounds interesting. like.. those books that are written by authors who lived in the country who started a war.

HAHAHHAHAAHHAA

SORRY for this comparison but for me it sounds like it.

HAHAHHAHAHA

like smn whos seen as an enemy but there he is. its always fascinating to see yourself in a character/a book so im kinda.. glad for you. considering all it sounds strange but feeling a book is the experience to feel.

i get what you mean. its fine dont apologize. and yes it is so very nice to see yourself portrayed in media

'ANYWAY im hot. (:' well true.

<3

thanks for the tiktok TT you really didnt need to do this but i appreciate your efforts sm TT thank you TT and yeeeah aemonds so funny TT and this guy is so accurately fanny TT

AT LEAST YOU SAW and found it funny <3

yesterday (or the day before yesterday yes thats it) all my classmates and the other parallel class made that ver deputy SO angry *clown emoji* it was the experience to go through.. actually its not an uncommon thing bc i remember no day when she didnt scream at smn.

T_T imagine living in russia and still being hotheaded. chill /:

but plugging the equipment? sounds like a good revenge.

T_T REAL HAHAHH

omg im so eager to know about the works of your national hero! im eager to learn anything youre willing to tell me!

T_T I dont mean to be that person but im too tired to go on FUCK TUMBLR I HAD A WHOLEASS ESSAY ABOUT PLUTO AND AN ANALYSIS ABOUT SANDMAN CHARACTERS AND I WAS TALKING ABOUT OUR NATIONAL HERO JOSE RIZAL but now its gone and i want to sleep next time baby i wont cntrl z it T_T

so i always wait for you, hottie-cutie!

thank you my love <3

have a nice day/night! good luck with the classes or whatever plans you have! love you! take care<з

good night baby <3 i hope you have a wonderful day <3 im going to sleep now

xxx

[marunalu]

Friendly reminder why bakugous "apologie" sucked and is NOT good. Because it was 85% self-justification (why he did it), 14% victim blaiming izuku (because bk misinterpretet izukus personality and actions) and 1% "sorry for everthing I have done so far" (very vague for someone who normally cant shut the fuck up and always says what is on his mind!)

Just for the record, an apologie, one that comes from the heart and you REALLY mean should not be about YOUR motives and YOUR feelings, WHY YOU DID WHAT YOU DID! The only thing that matters are the feelings of the person YOU hurt with YOUR words and actions. In not one word did bk EVER mention the pain and suffering izuku went through because of him! Not once! Instead he layed the blame on izuku, for HIM thinking izuku was looking down on HIM (a completly ridiculus claim by itself). By doing that he makes it sound like as if izuku is also partly fault for their fucked up relationship, something that isnt true one bit!

Explaining to your victim why you did what you did, espicially if other people are listening, who have no fucking clue what exactly happened between you two, just serves to get sympathy points from both sides, so people will forgive you easier and give you a pass (so pretty much what 90% of the fandom is doing, because bk is their baby boy who never did anything wrong in his life. Everyone else is at fault here, okay!).

The last part, "sorry for everthing I have done so far", is not there to make izuku feel better. Bakugou said it to make HIMSELF feel better! It was something that he was carring with him for a while and he wanted this feeling to go away and be DONE with! And for that he choose a moment, when izuku was neither physically nor psychically able to handle or react to what bk said to him. Till now izuku has said NOTHING to bk about the apologie. He neither accepted it, nor did he not accept it. The apologie was something bk wanted and needed, to make HIMSELF feel better, izukus feelings had nothing to do with it. Otherwise he would have at least say a few words about izukus pain and suffering he had to endure for OVER 10 years, bakugou is a big part responsible for!

And the fact that izuku is STILL calling himself "worthless" and "shitty nerd", (exactly THE insults bk used to call him as) should actually be a big hint to readers, that he HASNT overcome his trauma and the abuse and what bk did to him over a decade is still deeply burned in his heart and soul! But yeah people, keep shipping this disgusting dogshit and thinking to romantice such abusive relationships is hot shit!

An other reminder, izuku asked bk NOT to call him hy his first name in the most polite way possible. In japan only the people you are very close with, call you by your first name, everything else is considered as extremly disrespectful. If you call someone else by his first name, but that person doesnt want that, he/she will tell you to stop. The fact that izuku told bk not to do it, with a very uncomfortable expression on his face should tell everyone enough honestly!

In the end bk said it the best: "nothing will change between us!" Bk never was izukus friend and its not something he drives to become.

So to everyone who happens to read this, here is a well meant hint. The next time you have to apologie to someone you hurt, make sure it comes from a "I want that person I hurt to feel better" place and not from a "I want to be able to sleep at night again" place.

[obsessive-ego]

Talking in you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader says Beetlejuice's name 3 times in their sleep, but hes already in their home

Sfw

Idk been thinking about this for ages

Just a small fic

It was an accident

It was no secret to anyone that you talk in your sleep, not full sentences, just a word or two, nothing too abnormal, you didn't know about this little quirk of yours until a certain foul mouthed undead demon wormed his way into your life, he was the one who told you.

...

"Ya know you chatter on in your sleep?" He'd  chuckle as if he found something truly embarrassing to bug you about.

"How'd you know? Am I that loud you can hear me in the livingroom?"

"Nah, I watch you sleep" he said it so plainly as if it wasnt super creepy.

The ghoul eventually upped his late night habits from watching you sleep, to sleeping in the same bed as you, he did this so often you stopped setting up the couch for him and just accepted your fate to be spooned every night by a creepy old dead guy who you may or may not have a crush on

...

The nights you've babbled in your sleep always brought on annoying mornings of beetlejuice teasing you, probably lying through his teeth over how you moan his name in you sleep to get you worked up for his own amusement, unfortunately you couldnt prove you didnt since your dreams never really stuck with you long after waking.

Hell with your late night chatter you even manged to summon beej once in your sleep, a night he was spending over at the Deetz, you manged to say his name 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, and boy was your face red when you woke up and saw the bastard in question sitting inches from your face with the widest shit eating grin you've ever seen on his face, that was an instance you couldnt deny saying his name in your sleep and dreaming about him, you missed him, of course you think about the demon when you two are apart, even the few days he's with the Deetz and the maitlands.

Tonight wasnt one of those nights, beetlejuice has spent the entire day glued to your side, chatting your ear off about all the scares he and lydia pulled in your absence, his stories always made you smile, the way he practically glowed green with excitement as he retold his showmanship to you.

The night went on with bad jokes and fun stories as the demon filled you in on all the fun you missed while you were doing boring adult breather things and how the two of you should mess with some unlucky breathers so he could show you how amazing he truly was, as if you needed proof that the ghoul was a ham who loved to show off.

As the two of you sat on the couch laughing away, forgetting the movie that basically became White noise to your conversation, a yawn escapes your lips

"Getting tired babes? Am I really that boring" the ghoul teased pinching you cheek

You groan and pull away "well, yeah, unlike you mister freeloader, I worked all day" you shrug before letting out another yawn

"Freeloader? Oh sugar, your words hurt" the ghoul fakes hurt, giving you an over exaggerated gasped face, with his hands over where a person's heart would be "I thought we had the mutual understanding that I was your trophy husband"

You give the demon a soft laugh "you wish-"

"Every night baby~" he purrs pink stripes slowly appearing in his hair

You freeze, it wasnt uncommon for beetlejuice to openly flirt with you, but that doesnt mean it didnt make you freeze up everytime, you werent exactly the type people lined up to date, nor were you very popular growing up, so the sudden and intense attention the demon gave you always made your heart pound.

"Uh, um, I think I'm gonna head to bed" you stammer before getting up "night beej" you mumble before disappearing into your bedroom.

The demon stifles a laugh, god slash satan you were a delight to get worked up, not to mention easy. He loved it, his favourite little breather was always so hot when they were an embarrassed mess.

The ghoul decides to finish the movie the two of you had on in the background, before heading to bed with you, he didn't need to sleep, just enjoyed being snuggled up to that soft warm body of yours, and it was more rewarding to sneak in after you were out cold, bed would be already warm, and with the added thrill of not wanting to wake you.

As the credits roll beetlejuice snaps his fingers and tv goes dark, the ghoul raises from the couch and gives a yawn and a long stretch as if he was exhausted. The demon makes his way to your room, standing outside your door he pauses at the sound of your voice

"Beetlejuice"

It was soft, barely audible, but herd it, guess you were still up, beetlejuice phases through your bedroom door, to be greeted by your sleeping form.

He stifled a chuckle, you were dreaming of him, tomorrow was gonna be great, the ghoul was already busy thinking about ways to poke fun at this in the morning, moaning out his name in you sleep? What kind of dream were you having babes? He could see your face now.

"Beetlejuice" you mumble again in a whisper

"Whoa there babes, you know the rule, one more time and I'm out" he whispers making his way to your bed.

"Beetlejuice" you sigh

"Y/N!" was the the only thing he had time to shout before vanishing.

His shout was enough to make wake you, but not enough to clue you in to what you just did, you grumble out a swear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, a tad confused to not have a snoring dead guy weighing you down, normally on nights beetlejuice would stay over he'd slip into bed with you after you've fallen asleep, using your chest as a pillow.

You dont think much of it at first, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee before getting dressed, you did notice there was no beej there either, waiting for you kettle to boil you give your little home a quick sweep for the demon, nothing.

He's vanished to do his own thing before, he was a grown man, sometimes he'd duck out and mess with the neighbors in your apartment complex, but he would at least leave you a note or something.

You started to worry, what if something awful happened to him? Then it clicked, lydia must had summoned him away to hang out, that had to be it, and with that thought all dread left you so you could carry on with your day, since bj wasnt around you took the opportunity to get a few odds and ends done.

The day drags on into the late evening, you were enjoying the peace as you catch up on some reading.

Your phone rings, looking at the screen you see its lydia, that's odd, she normally texts you if anything

"Hello?"

"Y/n I need to ask beetlejuice something"

"Isnt he with you?"

"What? No-"

Dread returns to you chest, you havent seen him since last night, he left no note, he wasnt with lydia, did something awful happen? was he bored with you? You felt like you were going to be sick

"Y/n?"

"I gotta go" was all you could say before hanging up,

"Beetlejuice!"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice!"

Again nothing, he normally came after the second yell, anxiety for your dear friend make you since to your stomach in fear for the worst, you steady yourself and take a deep breath and say it for a third time

"Beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke there stood the ghoul, unfortunately sporting a purple hue

"Bee-"

"It took you that long to notice I was gone?"

"No, I-"

"Why did it take so long then? Enjoying your time without me?!" Red streaks began to show up amongst the purple

"I thought lydia summoned you back-"

"And you waited till now to check?!"

"I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER THE TWO OF YOU" you yelled back, beetlejuice is taken abck by your volume, you take a deep breath "if I knew why you were gone I would have said something sooner, what happened?" You say calmly gently taking the demon's hand, red now fading away, though the purple stayed

"You sent me away, you said my name 3 times in your sleep and sent me back to the netherworld" he refused to look at you as if you did this on purpose to mess with him.

"Bee, I'm sorry, I would have never done that on purpose, i- i love having you around, and I, god, i miss you when you're not here, with me" now it was your turn to refuse eye contact, admitting such a cheesy thing, you wanted to just die, not that it would help.

The purple hue is quick to leave the ghoul's form in replacement with a much softer pink, you missed him, music to his ears.

"Sugar" beetlejuice grabs your chin and forces eye contact

You give him a soft smile seeing that he was no longer purple, but also when he pulls you into a rather over exaggerated dip and sloppy kiss "so how bout we make up for some lost time and you can make this little misunderstanding up to me, what do you say babes?~"

You only stutter and choke on your words as the demon spins you around

"Would you like to scare some delivery guy and watch a bad slasher?" You finally get out

The demon pauses for a moment, as if to think about this offer.

"Normally I'd be delighted honey, but I think you owe me~ how bout you have to sit on my lap the entire film~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you, you swallow the lump in your throat, this was gonna be a long night

Bonus

The two of you were snuggled together on the couch, Beetlejuice's arms were around your waist, his head on your shoulder, your bum on his lap.

"So babes, whatever you dreaming about last night?"

[chillichats]

@fathermooshroom chapter 66 i have no structure for as of yet. i cant. how do i start. what do i talk about. there’s too much to talk about

the beginning was. well obviously it was depressing. it cant be anything but depressing when we’re trailing tommy/theseus. but its the sort of numb depression, because there’s nothing very horrible going on at the beginning. tommy’s in his room getting all his little ‘blood tests’ done by ponk. i’ll admit i didnt really think about what would happen to his web producing.. glands???? if he wasnt using them regularly. since he’s unaware he’s able to use it ponk has to sort of siphon out the webs that have been produced, right?

when he goes to the bathroom he notices the mirrors absence. lack of mirror means he doesnt know what he looks like. im assuming he isnt allowed a mirror because seeing himself might trigger memories?

all these little doubts and thoughts he has about dream are almost throwaway. he hasn’t known any other way of thinking about dream? they’re like little baby slaps to the face reminding the readers both that tommy doesnt remember everything dream’s done so he can’t react with proper horror, and that even with dream pulling on his manipulation socks tommy can tell there’s just something vaguely off about dream.

when you read the flashbacks showing off tommy’s nightmares, he narrates them from his point of view and doesnt dwell on it. us as readers know that all these instances of ‘nightmares’ are actually instances where dream has killed tommy. the readers are taken out of the story to reflect upon it with more knowledge than the characters. it creates a feeling of dissociated horror, sort of, that the character living through such trauma could be so unaware of the worst of it.

THEN. he gets bitten by the spider. and the numb depression gets thrown out of the window in the face of his horrifyingly violent reaction to it. i wont dwell on that part. it instills the same emotions in me every time i reread it.

has dream learned that withholding food from tommy is a bad idea when he has an enhanced metabolism? he seems pretty intent on making tommy eat, though i can’t help but notice he seems to care more about whether or not tommy is listening to him than whether or not he’s eating. 

and now tommy has invisibility powers? sort of? i didnt pick up on that till mr moosh explained it in the end notes, i just thought they were acting weird ehehe... it seems to happen when he closes his eyes..? for periods of time..?

the puffy part made me tear up, genuinely. all the ‘nightmares’ shown have featured her in the background, she has seen tommy die and be revived and be manipulated and all she can do is stand and be horrible, horrible witness. and now tommy is withering away, part out of some desperate grasp for a level of control over his own life and over dream, and part out of already being so malnourished he doesn’t have enough energy to give himself more.

i can’t help but wonder if dream will try to gaslight tommy into thinking he never agreed to giving him a tour once tommy is better

[soft-boi-eli]

Ok ok! Good uhm.

Ok since body dysmorphia has been kicking my butt lately i wanted to request something with Schlatt where basically the reader Starts getting really insecure because of their body. Pushing and pulling on their stomach etc. They also start binding unsafely with like really tight bras because they can't afford a binder and they end up fucking up their ribs really bad. They end up in the hospital and a very worried Schlatt visit's them and lectures them about how they shouldn't have done that and about how worried he was. So when they get back home there is a gift on the bed, turns out Schlatt bought them a binder.

The reader would be Non-binary and afab.

Also a little message for pretty much anyone who is insecure about their body/has body dysmorphia because of their chest, don't bind unsafely. That can really fuck up your chest and make you actually being happy with your body even harder.

Hell yes. I love this idea thank you icarus! Writing has been rude to me lately and I needed inspiration. This has hit it exactly.

Pronouns:nonbinary (dont think any were actually used in this so yeah.)

Tw: AFAB reader, swearing, insecurity, mention of surgry, mention of blood, mention of hating self, pain. Again angst to fluff. It is reflecting on how I have felt about my body before because I needed to make it seem kinda real.

PSA: please dont bind safely. It's dangerous and can lead to serious health consequences. I know hating your body sucks but I dont want anyone to get hurt because they dont listen to their lungs, they dont take off their binder, or if their bras are way too fucking tight. It can and will hurt you. So please bind safely!!

Happy birth-what the fuck?!

Lately your brain was giving you more dysphoria then ever. Telling you your body was too big, your boobs were too noticable, and you hips are too feminine.

What brought this on? Someone simply said your dead name. It made your dysphoria hit you like a truck.

After that day everything went down hill. Your stopped streaming, telling your followers that you were going on a mental break, you didn't really talk to friends, your brain could put words together. And you most importantly barely texted your loving supporting boyfriend schaltt, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You never had the time or thoughts of getting a chest binder. It was your biggest mistake honestly.

Deciding against chest binders and wearing alot of tight bras to flatten you. But it didnt work. So you got tighter bras. And they did work. But you didnt read up on how to bind safely.

This lead to the predicament now. In front of your mirror you were pinching and pulling at your skin. There was too much. All you wanted to do was cut it off with scissors. But decided against it due to the fact of all the blood that you would loose.

Your chest, smaller then it was yas, was still visible after your 3rd bra. You decided to add a 4th and tighter one hoping it would completely hide your boobs.

Your body made you want to puke. It made you feel disgusting. But you never told schaltt that. Afraid that he would say that you looked as gross as you thought you did.

Only 5 minutes after the 4th bra you felt excoriating pain in your ribs. And worse of all a harsh pop. That immediately brought red flags. It hurt to breath. Your head fuzzy and light headed.

Your only reaction, to call for an ambulance. Dialing the three numbers as you whimpered in pain you held onto your lungs. "911 what's your emergency?" "I cant breathe. It hurts so bad. Please help." "Are you by yourself?" "Yes. I need help please." "Ambulance, firemen, and police are on their way. Ambulance is 2 minutes out."

You didnt know if you had 2 minutes. "They can break the door down if I dont answer." That's all you said after collapsing.

Next thing you knew your door was busted off its hinges and you saw two paramedics. They were quick to transfer you to the ambulance, cutting through the four bras that held your chest.

It help get air to your lungs but it barely helped.

"We have a collapsed lung. ETA 2 minutes." The paramedic back there with you spoke to the walkie talkie.

Collapsed lung? Was that the harsh pop? God, was the bras that bad of an idea? All that was going through your mind was how you possibly could get worse. The instant you got into the trauma bay was way worse. With no time to numb you and your O2 stats dropping they had to cut between your ribs and shove a tube right next to your left lung. Draining air and excess blood blocking your lung from inflating. And before you knew it you were off to emergency surgery for getting a shard of bone out of your chest cavity.

The last thing you remember was counting down and falling asleep.

When you woke up your boyfriend was next to your bed, hands engulfing one of yours.

It looked like he had been crying before falling asleep on one of your legs. Taking your free hand through his hair you smiled lightly. "I'm sorry for all of this ram boy." He grunted lightly and moved his head back into your hand. His messy hair was thick and nearly matted. It made you wonder how long he's been sitting there. You loved him and felt so selfish for doing this to him.

"I cant believe I did all this and for what? To cause you and everyone pain? All because i couldnt afford a chest binder and deciding that I might as well try another way. I should have been safer huh?" You didnt expect an answer back. Just his quite snores.

"Yeah. Not really fuckin selfish more like kinda dumb. Your body doesnt show who the fuck you are (y/n). Your heart does. And your heart isnt say boy or girl. Its saying you are you. A person who uses pronouns they them. A person that love everyone and cares for their friends. A person who love me and jambo so deeply."

He took a breath.

"You normally are quite smart. Saving up for one would of been a better idea instead of doing such a stupid thing. Asking for my help. Because if I knew I would of helped. I would of found one just right for you. I would help you remember to take it off after 8 hours. Even would of found a way to make you feel more like you."

You could hear his heart break.

"But now you're here, four broken ribs, a healing lung, and stuck in the hospital for another week at least."

You felt so guilty. He was right. You should of told him. He would never have seen you like you saw yourself. He never cared about how you looked. He only cared for your heart.

Tears falling down your face you continued to massage his scalp. "I could of lost you. You are my rock. When I cant keep up my normal antics and feel like I'm at an all time low. You are there to pick me up." You had to stop the sob from coming up. "I'm just so happy youre alive." He looked up.

His red eyes were making your heart ache. "I wont do it again I promise. But I cant just ignore the feeling of dread whe. I look down and realize I present so much like a girl. I dont wa t to be one." Schaltt nodded and kissed the hand he was holding. "Then let me help you. I wont let this happen again. Just please. Come to me. Talk to me. I'm here like you are for me."

You gave a small nod.

This man knew his way to your heart. He was so sincere about this. "I will. But promise me you wont look down on me if I end up feeling like that." You just needed to make sure you knew he would never but you needed his words. "Mever sugarbabe. Never in my life have I looked down on you and never will."

God the week was long, him and the doctor explaining safe binding that you cant fully bind for at least 6-8 weeks. Schlatt telling you his reaction to finding your apartment swarmed with police and firemen and you no where to be seen.

He was practicing on saying happy birthday to you. But was cut off. "Happy birth-what the fuck?!" He was so concerned and even more so when you were in hospital.

When you did go home he helped you through the door, and watched you as you saw the small package on your couch.

Opening it you saw a chest binder. Specifically the one you were looking at. Looking over to schaltt with tears in your eyes you walked up and hugged him lightly minding the pain in your left side. This was the best gift.

The only gift you had been wanting for the past week or two. "Now you can be safe. But no binding till your doctor says so or I swear to god I will personally smite you down." You had to try so hard no to laugh or the pain would of been hell. Kissing his cheek you smiled.

"Of course schaltt. I will make sure to not wear it till I'm healed dont want to get blood on it ya know. Also it would hurt like a fucking bitch."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Alright now go sit down. I'll get you some soup ya dork."

This was going to be a great time. That was until the pain fully came back. And then this is going to be a mediocre time.

Please pardon spelling errors. I havent proof read. And I am on mobile for almost all stories. But thank you so much for requesting this became something that I could write and it helped me alot. Now I might take a while for other things too and i apologize that's cause i am starting school soon. Also family issues. So yeah might take a bit. Dont know how long though. I'll try to keep them coming but if not you know I'm studying or helping my mom and grandma.

Eli out.

[papers4me]

Fruits Basket Manga Review , ch 112 & 113 (part 2)

I hate that this chapter is cut... mainly cuz it deals with the most “ horribly presented” theme in furuba anime.... grief.

-The shame of grieving: “ Rarely discussed theme in Literature”:

When a love one dies... ppl differ in how they deal with it. Some cry their hearts out, some become depressed & painfully lonely, others get angry or cynical, some might deny it, some move on quickly, others move on but years after the realization crushes them, others stay still... Above all, you feel ashamed of yourself if you didn’t move on or if you DID move on.. “ Sometimes ppl around you judge you for it... for your grief”

The later is the theme of these two chapters. Rarely discussed themes & it saddens me that it is cut. You see, Furuba anime doesn’t get grief  at all. To them, it’s a small part of the generic protagonist after she finishes her job of nurturing the real main protagonist. Mothers are strong, they help us cross the bridge between childhood & adulthood. Tohru, the show’s mom, did it so thoroughly & in slow visual & narrative details for yuki. Afterwards, the anime brushed whatever is left of her character, which the anime viewed as sheer suspenseful drama, & collected it thro 3rd person story-telling techniques in one ep “ se3, ep6″ & excessive monologue for 10 minutes in se3, ep9.

In this chapter, Kakeru, a side character, sheds light into this theme. Kakeru didn’t lose a parent by death, didn’t grieve, has no dependent familial bonds with either dead parents “ kyoko & komaki’s dad”. Yet, kakeru stood & judged tohru on how she “ should” grieve. Harshly tearing her down while she’s standing there lonely, trying to hide her shock at the loss of her only pillar in life, broken & traumatized, dealing with the pushed down traumatic feelings from her past where her mom abandoned her as a child..now her mom did it again, this time thro death.. & kakeru, rightfully not knowing all that, but wrongfully lecturing her on how to behave... kakeru isn’t a monster, but he only saw what he wanted: komaki & how the world should grieve with his lover, how he should be the hero protecting her. So self-centered, insensitive, horribly cruel & unbelievably conceited, but above all... what he did is so sadly common... it hurts.

-Judging Grieving People:

As I said many times.. grief is so personal, so unique to the person & as common as it is, so misunderstood. According to kakeru & many ppl I’ve sopken to lately, tohru should have acknowledged komaki. Komaki, the not-traumatized version of tohru, did the right “ tohru-like” thing. Not only felt sadness at the loss of her own dad, but found it in her heart to visit the other orphan, tohru, & give condolences & respect to the dead mother. Such kindness & purity. Very deserving of applaud: To not only see your pain but others’ as well. Tohru has always done the “ right, kind” thing to other ppl. When she can’t now, the author brought another “ tohru” to do the “ right, kind” thing.

Kakeru is so many ppl. During my brother’s funeral. I’ve heard so many gossip on how my mom should’ve stood tall & greeted the visitors.” Being silent , emotionless & non-responsive is not how you show visitors you value their kind words”, they said. How his widow should’ve collected herself & acted properly, respected his memory by taking proper care of herself & her kids. “Being a broken mess is not how you “ honor” loved one”, they said. Kakeru is indeed many ppl & that’s how you discuss a theme by creating characters who sin, screw up & be cruel, even if momentarily.

Kakeru is wrong. There is no “ you should have” in grief. There is no ounce of truth in his demeaning lecture to tohru & I respect komaki for her reaction to him so much. Kakeru did learn & grew from it, apologized to tohru even if he didn’t actually sought her to do so & even if she herself started the apology. But you see, these two chapters are 90% focused on kakeru as a character, his growth, thoughts, the mini focus on his relationship with komaki as an example of healthy relationship & all that is another lesson for yuki to observe & learn. He learned abt tohru’s past, kakeru’s personality & growth & got to observe another example of romantic relationship so yuki can grow as a man & approach machi healthily. But then again... nothing at all stops yuki/machi from being healthy, no past issues, no contradicting personalities “ they’re quite similar” & yuki is the only furuba character that doesn’t screw up big. He learns & teaches. He’s the personification of the author.

-Tohru.. stays a “ tohru”:

Tohru’s part is 10% of the this chapter which is fine as I think/hope it will lead into more tohru depth in the following chapters. But It is for this reason I’m glad this chapter was cut in the 13 eps season of furuba anime, cuz tohru doesnt have much depth in the anime due to the quick wrap up & the la~~~~st  thing I want is another 3rd person story-telling flashback abt tohru in the anime. Honestly, one of the most frustrating aspect to me of the anime & I’ll hold judgement abt manga- tohru till I reach its end. So far~~~ Tohru’s depth & character exploration gets better one chapter, then regress the next one, then moves on, the... it’s a fluctuating process. It has nothing to do with tohtu’s feelings.

you’ see ... kyo himself as a character with issues fluctuates a lot, he does sth good, then does sth bad, chooses right words, then makes a horrible mistake & chooses wrong! which is one of the most well-done aspects of character exploration that is rarely attempted by authors! I highly respect Takaya-san for what she’s doing with kyo in the manga so far. Other authors show us a character doing one big mistake & then he/she learns from it in a dramatic way. But Takaya-san, nope! she decided to approach it in a very human way, making us be frustrated with kyo’s repeated mistakes yet understands where he’s coming from! kudos to her!!

But I’m not yet satisfied with how tohru is portrayed in the manga & this has nothing to do with tohru’s character. Takaya-san is discussing rare themes thro tohru’s character. But what I mean is how tohru is approached thro the viewers/readers eyes. I wont judge until the last chapter. but this is the part that is frustrating to me.

Side Notes:

The flow of the 2 chapters is little off. We go back & forth between the past & the present, between yuki-machi & komaki-kakeru. Again, I’m so glad the anime cut it cuz, nope! they can’t handle such narrative. they’ll reorder it in a such heavily monologing way & insert the comedy abruptly to lighten the mood. Just look at how the comedy is inserted in momiji’s se03 ep!

Komaki is such a tohru with a sprinkle of kagura’s very softened outbursts. lol. she’s fun!

I’m liking yuki-machi interactions a lot. no drama, which is why the anime cut it -_-’, but it progresses healthily. Machi is yuki’s third-stage growth after (1) leaving tohru’s nest (baby yuki), (b) making friends with kakeru/someone who gets him (young boy yuki), (3) finding romantic love (being a man). The anime was so interested in the 2 stages above cuz that’s where the drama is & cut the third. Honestly, the anime didn’t have to include everything as there is never a space in 13 eps, but they certainly could’ve squeezed few panels or even made brand new very short yuki-machi scenes. but the anime weirdly decided after yuki “ saved” machi from her trauma by talking with her in her apartment, he should just marry her.... lol.. that’s why next scene is ep 5 momiji’s ep intro montage where yuki was abt to confess!!! making yuki-machi the least developed couple in the anime!

I love all furuba’s characters, but yuki, tohru, kyo & akito carry the big themes, therefore, I not only analyze their characters, but how the themes are presented thro them & how their presentation affects such themes. This might make it sound as I hate them or am harsh on them. not at all. It is the anime director/ manga author that I’m positively or negatively criticizing most times. Most importantly, my criticism is not the law. It’s just my perspective & my consumption of the material. Feel free to differ with me. I dont mind it. It brings interesting discussions!

When it comes to tohru’s issues... his chapter introduced nothing new. We have seen/read in canon repeatedly that tohru hides her pain behind a smile (heck! even kisa knows that & told us), that she cant stand up for herself much, that she smiles for other ppl not for herself. All this was presented thro so many characters already, which is why I understand the anime’s decision to cut it. What’s new? that yuki didn know tohru’s smile is mostly a mask & that kakleru has depth.

I love this chapter for the grieving themes it discussed that are rarely touched upon in literature, but since such themes are rarely presented, the anime’s decision to cut it, ironically proves my point! lol . They don’t get grief & so, they reduced it to se03 content & two eps worth. sad.. but expected. The anime is indeed another form of “past” kakeru: seeing one side of grieving person. The happy side.

[areswethereyet]

To fall in love <3 Part one

Iwaizumi x Reader

a/n not beta read

Warnings: none!

Genre: light angst, with fluff

part one of two, to fall in love the thirty day bet

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Love, had always been a odd thing in your eyes.

Giving someone your heart, and vulnerability, just for the outcome of heartbreak. Seemed like a waste of time to you.

When ever you told your friends this, they always laughed and tell you you were crazy.

of course,

You listened to your friends endless love stories, and then watched them cry over the loss of the lover, before running head first into another relationship.

and thats how it was for a while, many people confessed their undying love for you and you’d turn them down, and distance yourself a little more each day, or at least tried to

Your friends thought it was a bright idea when ever they got a new partner, they tried hooking you up with their friends, just to even get you on a date. They failed miserably each time, and one point just stopped trying

Your last day of high school came around, and you had not fallen in love once. Part of you was grateful, while the other felt like you missed out on somethings.

You had ended up attending a local university in Tokyo with your close friend (f/n). After a long 2 weeks of packing, you were finally able to move into your shared apartment.

Life was pretty quiet, for the first few months. You and f/n mainly focused on your studies, and maintaining extra circulars.

Of course silence doesnt last forever, f/n eventually started to date. A lot of them were nothing serious so you never met them.

That was until, she brought home Oikawa Toru. The schools volleyball mvp. He definitely had a presence, but he was nice and treated them well.

At one point it had been accustomed to seeing him everyday in the apartment, he was a cleanly person and payed for groceries he ate so there was no problem.

At least, till he came with him.

“Y/n, this is my best friend Iwaizumi Hajime!” He said cheerily, gesturing his friends to the dark haired man in-front of you. He gave a small wave and a smile, and you felt your face grow warm.

“Hi, as shittykawa said im Iwaizumi” he said holding his hand out, for you to shake.

“hi.. im Y/n, nice to meet you iwaizumi” you said, shaking his hand a small smile of your own forming on your face.

Oikawa watched the exchange between you two, though iwaizumi looked fine, you on the other hand look starstruck. He formed a devious smile on his face, and whipped around to his lover.

“F/n~chan! you ready to go? I have a date planned out for us~” he sung sending a wink their way.

“Wha- oikawa I thought we had plans tonight?” iwaizumi started but was cut off

“sorry iwa, it’s important, and im sure y/n here would be fine keeping you company yeah?” he said, looking dead into your eyes.

“Yeah y/n! it’ll be good for you!! and Iwas a good guy, please for me” f/n with puppy dog eyess.

“fine, only if you cook dinner for the next week” you sighed. She nodded, and grabbed oikawas hand.

“see you later!!” they said, and left.

leaving you and iwaizumi awkwardly staring at each other.

“im sorry about him, he can be a bit much a times” he said rubbing he neck shyly

“Its alright!!” you said, walking into your kitchen.

“would you like anything to drink?” you said looking at him

“we have water, soda, beer” you continued searching through your fridge

“hm, beers fine” Iwaizumi responded, taking a seat at the counter.

After a couple beers, you were tipsy, and iwaizumi seemed just like he did before.

“you know, love is weird. I dont get why people do it, just to end up in pain” you slurred slightly

“hm? i don’t understand” he responded, looking at you.

“its just, ive seen my friends go through countless heartbreaks because of it. I just done understand why” you said, meeting his gaze.

“hm, so youve never been in love” be asked, taking a swig of his drink

“no” you responded.

“well, why dont you give me 30 days to make you fall in love with me, to show you it isnt all that bad” he said a smirk forming on his face

you dont know where the surge of confidence came

from, weather it be from the alcohol you drank, or the fact that theres a fine ass man sitting in front of you

but you said yes

[moonieseok]

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩...𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚?

pairings: kim taehyung and bestfriend!reader (platonic) 

request: can you do a platonic friendship kim taehyung drabble where he and his best friend have a paint night?

genre: platonic!! drabble!! and i had a tricky time coming up with the title because i wanted it to be a spin on the name of a classic painting so here you go anon! :D

word count: 1.1k 

taehyung had woken you up super early 

like i’m talking 6:00 am early

“tae. it is SIX AM NO WAY AM I GOING OUT”

...

...

and now you’re at the paint store

you didnt even know there was a paint store near your apartment??

and somehow tae knew there was a sale today 

its like he has a radar for this sort of thing

you snap out of your thoughts and look back at the endless shelves of canvasses 

canvases....canvai?? 

“uhh, tae? what do we need all this for?” you’re not sure if your wallet can handle this 

“c’mon y/n, it’s just a little paint! besides you know i like to have up to date supplies for my art~” 

so he says but 

twenty canvasses? 

twenty?? 

“listen i love that you’re passionate about this sort of thing...but this is too much.” you reach into the cart and grab a random paint bottle

“i mean come on, ashy pink? who needs ashy pink when you’ve got...uh....sunset rose??” 

he turns around and grabs the bottles from you

“i will have you know that ashy pink and sunset rose are two very different colors!” 

you honestly couldn’t care less i mean as long as you have one shade of pink it cant be all that bad? 

but are you still gonna sit there and complain until tae is done spending all his money on art supplies

yes because youre a good bestfriend 

suCK IT UP Y/N 

but the paint stuff is going to be sitting around the apartment for days

months

eighteen years

it’s just gonna be an eyesore

unless??

you draw your eyes to a poster on the wall

it reads paint night, this monday 

but over it in red text is a notice saying that the event was cancelled, because of the pandemic 

hmm

paint night

and if you make it last long enough

then all the paint can be gone in one go

“taehyungggg” you’re actually smiling now that you’ve got a way to win in this situation

“what if we had a paint night?” you ask

he stares at you for a few seconds

“you know..like a night....where we just paint....and nothing else?” 

he continues to stare

“hey are you oka- !” 

he had started rapidly shoving more bottles of paint into your cart

the cart! is getting manhandled by taehyung? 

mr. cart did nothing wrong free him

“y/n that is the most amazing idea you have had all day let’s do it RIGHT NOW” 

“taehyung its not even night yet-” “i dont care i want to PAINT NOW” 

suddenly he’s speeding towards the checkout

jesus mr. cart must be having the worst day of his life 

“taehyung- taehyung- slow down!” you run after him 

“y/n paint night waits for no one. not even you” he whispers to you as you both stop at the checkout line

“paint night wouldn’t even be happening without me so watch your mouth young man” you reach into your bag to grab some hand sanitizer because...you can never be too careful!

taehyung is moving the bottles of paint towards the register when he suddenly turns around and smiles 

“hey y/n-” “no. no we only came here because there was a sale and i am NOT going to pay for you!” 

you ended up paying anyway and now theres a crap ton of paint supplies in the back of your car

“i hope you know that means the next sushi run is on you”

taehyung reclines back on the car seat, so RELAXED and at ease

“yeah yeah whatever you say” 

you had to make him wait till the sun went down

otherwise he would’ve gone through all the supplies

and while thats what you wanted you wanted to paint too >:(

i mean you paid for the stuff you should at least get to use it 

to hold him off you just put on harry potter

it distracted him for about an hour before he got up and turned the tv off

“heY we were getting to the good part! i wanna know what happens to cedric!” 

taehyung then spoiled the movie for you

“tae how coULD you” “i mean its pretty obvious that he-” “sHUT UP LET ME MOURN” 

then the sun went down and you FINALLY let tae take the paint stuff out

“so uh..do i just grab a canvas and start painting whatever i want?” 

luckily tae was able to help you put your canvas on an easel and said “okay now paint whatever you want i am going to be over here in the zone™”

pinterest is always helpful so after 30 minutes of scrolling looking for something to paint you look up to see what tae’s doing

and this man has painted a whole ass sakura tree 

how?? when?? he’s not even using a reference??

i mean....go off bestfriend i guess 

so anyway you decided to paint your cat

because she was just sleeping and is there no better time to admire your cat then painting night? 

well first off painting is kinda hard

you have to pick the right colors for every piece of your art

and you have to make it look good 

like it doesnt matter if it looks realistic

and you know that making it good isnt important 

but you consider yourself somewhat good at drawing so this shouldnt be too hard

...

...

wrong

who knew your cat could be so rebellious

she has like 7 different shades of orange in her fur

and out of all the paints you had the right shade for her nose was not there

who knew ashy pink would come back to bite you 

tae, somehow is almost done with his painting 

“hey y/n could you pass me the sky blue” 

you get up to reach for it when suddenly your cat decides to wAKE UP 

and coincidentally knock over the paint can. 

you are now covered in paint

and behind you is the sound of laughing

you turn around slowly

to see your traitorous BEST FRIEND LAUGHING AT YOU????

well this is just terrible

so in response, you grab aSHy piNK and dump it on his head

(luckily he was done with his painting so it was somewhere else to dry)

no paintings were destroyed in the process of paint night 

after about ten minutes of paint throwing and laughing 

and accidentally getting some green on his phone but shhh shh he doesnt need to know

you both finally fall to the floor in exhaustion

“remind me to never let you touch paint again”  

“no next time just donT buy all this stuff” 

“my passion needs adequate supplies you dont get to-” 

there you go again

a/n: yo so this was really fun to write!! and i got it out pretty quickly which was good so i hope you all enjoy it :) i might be writing some genshin impact scenarios so look out for those not sure when they’ll be out tho 

[luci-four]

I saw your doing requests. What about a story with the twins they find (Shy) MC at a Karaoke shop/bar (etc) But MC doesnt seem the twins(or get confronted) till after they're done Idk what else could happen but ill leave it to you! I LOVE your writing!!!

A/N: I wasn’t sure if you meant… separate scenarios for each twin or one with them together, but reading context, I went with one piece including the both of them!!! Hope that’s alright! Wasn’t too heavy on implying one sole romantic relationship but did hint at feelings for both of them!! (also, thank you!!) ★

sorry it took so long! under the cut for length!

Neon Lights. {Belphegor | Beelzebub | Reader/MC}

It wasn’t very often the twins found themselves out on the town or taking part in the nightlife—they go if dragged along by one of their brothers, or if Beelzebub gets a whiff of something cooking and can’t help himself.  

Tonight happened to be one of the ‘dragged along against their wills’ type of nights according to Belphegor.  

Dragging his feet, Belphie sighed and viewed the world with half-lidded eyes. He was exhausted, irritated, and quite frankly: bored. There was no desire to be here—too many people, too much noise, too much action—too many stimuli started to make him openly cranky.

“This is ridiculous,” he groaned, “why did you need to bring me along?”

Asmodeus ignored him, continuing to ramble on all about this new club; He was so excited about the new atmosphere, something about its “activities” and ambiance apparently—Belphie had no idea what he was talking about, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. His eyes rolled over to his phone as he aimlessly scrolled, looking for some sort of relief for his boredom.

Beelzebub’s eyes darted around to every building they passed. Clothes shop, shoe store, antiques shop—there was no food? He placed a hand on his stomach and smiled uncomfortably, grimacing when a particularly rough rumble came through.

“How much further? You said there was food, right?”

Asmo ignored him as well, continuing his pre-review of the place. Beel listened as close as he could, but he couldn’t help but get distracted. If he were honest, he had no real interest to go along either other than to make his brother happy. It wasn’t like he was bothered by the situation he found himself in—no harm no foul in his eyes; but he was sort of bored, and definitely hungry. Hopefully Asmo realized just who he asked to come with him; he looked over to find Belphie wordlessly scrolling his phone as Asmo beamed with excitement. Beel smiled to himself, ignoring the growling of his stomach for a moment to savor the joy he was feeling with his brothers.

The room was too crowded. The people were too loud. Belphie immediately started to feel his clothes stick to his skin and it was absolutely disgusting; how hot had this room been? The more he thought about it, the more his skin crawled—he knew why they kept the place warm, the aroma sweet, the lights soft and the people crushed together. He wanted to go home.

Beel had easily gotten used to the sounds in there, and the people bumping into him was no real problem. He was getting uncomfortably warm, so he pulled up his sleeves; his nose was actively searching for whatever was in the air, smelling sweet yet comforting. Beel wasn’t sure why, but Belphie seemed to keep a close watch on wherever he had roamed and eyed those who approached the two of them—did he know something he did not? The sound in the room at least drowned out the sound of his stomach so he didn’t have to worry about disturbing others.  

Luckily (for Asmo), the brothers had a reserved seat in front of… a stage? In this crowded room?  

‘Great,’ Belphie thought to himself, ‘I’ve been dragged to some perverted show’.

‘Show?’ Beel thought, ‘what kind of show?’ Looking around the room gave him no hints.

A screen, a microphone and stand, lights upon lights stood at the ready and speakers front and center. The sight itself caused both of the younger brothers to sigh.

“Lighten up you two!” Asmo cheered, “I’m sure by the end of the night, you’ll both leave with smiles on those adorable little faces.”  

With an excited squeal and the blink of an eye, Asmo had disappeared and left the two of them alone. Belphie laid his head on the table, sighing heavily.

“If there’s a table, do you think there’s food to order?” Beel looked around, bringing out another sigh from Belphie.

“If this place is actually as dirty as I think it is, I won’t let you order food.”

Beel tilted his head and tried to meet his twin’s eyes as Belphie turned his face towards him. With dull eyes and a frown on his face, Belphie could already see the innocence in Beel’s face.

“I don’t think this place is very dirty since it’s new–”

“Not what I meant, Beel.”

“What did you mean?”

His question fell on deaf ears as it was obvious the moodier twin shut down. The over-stimulating atmosphere quickly drained what little energy he had—he normally had much more energy at night—but this place sucked it straight from him. Belphie continued to mumble his complaints and hatred for every little detail around him; Beel didn’t seem too bothered by the place and tried to see just what his counterpart had disliked about it all—sure, he could do with less noise and more food, but it overall wasn’t… a horrible experience. He gave a few pats to his brother’s head in a futile attempt to comfort him before both of their heads turned towards the dimming lights in the room.

“Is something starting–”

“Here we go–”

Loud music cut off both of them, a steady beat with no lyrics. The screen above the stage lit up, announcing the name of a song—the typography seemed familiar… Karaoke?

“Seriously?” Belphie groaned, though the music blasting from the speakers in front of his face drowned him out.

The speaker gave off such intense soundwaves that air blew strongly in both brother’s faces. To add to their dry eyes, the room grew much darker before bright, neon lights suddenly blinded them. Unable to see the figure walk out onto the stage aside from a dark shadow to contrast the bright lights, the both of them attempted to shield their eyes just enough to try and catch a glimpse—though it didn’t help at all.  

The moment their voice filled the room however, their eyesight didn’t matter. It was… luxurious, silky and smooth, definitely a voice that honoured the ambiance of the joint. Beautiful, quality, and definitely one that was worthy of being shared with the world—so why would they choose to hide behind the lights?

Bright hues and coloured dews shined in the tears in Belphie’s eyes. He was blinded, but something about the mixture of both coloured and voiced tones… irritated him—no; he wasn’t irritated at that, he was irritated that he couldn’t see who the voice belonged to.

Beel kept his eyes squinted, readily accepting that his vision was unreliable, but he certainly was interested. His ears perked up, and he attempted to wake up his other senses as well; could he pick up on anything else? Can he place the voice? Smell their body spray? He was genuinely curious to find the owner to the voice that seemed to command the coloured lights behind them at their will.

This voice was… something unknown to the both of them. Rising and falling, perfectly in time and in tone, hitting the highs and sailing through the lows—dare they say angelic? Though the term was less than appealing, it was certainly the best fitting for such an enthralling voice.  

The energy Belphie previously lost surged back into his being; energetic was a light term to how he started to feel. Every inch of his body felt electrified with each successful high note, goosebumps spreading along his skin. For the first time in longer than Belphie could even keep track of anymore, he sat at the edge of his seat.

Beel on the other hand, leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to simply exist with the stands of melody wrapping around him; they were warm, comforting, as though the words were the arms of a loved one, and he wanted to relish in the moment as long as he possibly could. He was… cozy. Not a thing felt wrong with his body, for once in a long time, he felt at peace.

The music faded out, as did the voice. Applause erupted from every corner of the room; not that either of the boys could hear it as the world melted around them. Static sounds accompanied by heavy heartbeats, numb limbs twitching from excitement as they waited for the big reveal. The lights started to dim, the figure getting more and more visible by the second—their pulses racing to catch up to the adjustment of their eyes.

An equally heavenly sight matched the voice as their eyes landed upon the beautiful features that made up MC. Belphie clenched his jaw while Beel’s fell slack, both so shocked that they held in their breath. Such a voice could come from MC? Their MC? The colours of the neon shining behind them hugged warmly against their skin, illuminating them softly. Neither boy could look away.

It was obvious that MC hadn’t seen either of them, Belphie assumed that their squinted eyes and scrunched up nose meant the lights on the stage had blinded them far worse than they blinded the audience. The small stumble descending off of the stage is what solidified the idea to Beel. The two of them stood immediately to meet with MC, ignoring the new person who took their place on the stage; they quickly lost them in the crowd. Belphie held onto Beels shirt as he used him as a shield to push through the masses until the taller brother caught sight of them, sitting alone at the pristine bar hidden away under the dim lights, drink in hand. Their shoulders were hunched over, their muscles tight from obvious anxiety and embarrassment; the lights in their show must have been deliberate.

Each brother took a seat on either side of MC, simultaneously ordering drinks and startling them.

“Mind telling us what that was?”

“Belphie? You’re the last person I expected to see here.”

“Why is that?”

“Beel? You’re here too?”

“We’re just as surprised to see you: prancing around on stage and singing your heart out.” Belphie smirked, taking a sip of his drink as MC clearly cringed out of embarrassment.

“Also surprised by that voice of yours,” Beel mentioned, smiling innocently at them, “It was beautiful.”

“It was,” Belphie jumped in, “Wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t mind at all.”

“In fact, we should sign you up for another song–”

“No, I definitely don’t think you should do that!”  

MC hid their face within their hands, their skin heating up fairly quickly. A faint, muffled squeal come from them and it caused both of the brothers to laugh.  

Seeing MC’s normal nature was relieving, but definitely painted a picture for the twins; it gave their performance and the way they shined on that stage, commanding those neon lights, illuminated by their sheer determination, a whole new level of radiance and captivation to those purple and pink eyes of the demons who idolized MC the most.  

“Really, though. We should sign you up for another song.”

“Belphie I beg you not to do that!”

“We could just drag you back up there–”

“Beel, please don’t let him drag me back on stage! I don’t think my heart could take another song!”

Beel gave a smile and a nod as his brother and MC started to bicker once more, Belphie doing everything in his power to tease MC to the point they may as well pass out. The sight of his brother’s laughter and the sweetest person he’s ever known spinning side to side as they cried for mercy was a genuine moment he wished to remember for years to come—maybe the sound of their singing would replay as well, making sure he always felt warm and loved.

“I’m hungry.”

“Beel, that doesn’t help me at all!”

As MC waved their hands around, explaining to Beel just how Belphie had been torturing their poor, timid heart, Belphie watched as the lights really radiated off of every inch of MC against the dim room. The colours made them seem like a star, glimmer and shine being poor words to describe just how beautiful the sight in front of him was—just as the words used to describe how enchanting and electric their voice had fallen short against his lips as none were worthy.  

MC laid their head against the bar to cool down, covering themselves with their arms to escape the (playful) torture being placed on them by the demons at their sides. Both brothers smiled, their hands either patting MC on the back or lightly scratching their arm in an attempt to comfort them. They couldn’t help but see the flashes of MC’s secret personality now and again with the changes in the lights throughout the room; just how much have they not seen? Neither brother was willing to forget the feelings that accompanied such a voice, and neither was going to admit it.

Belphie had to admit his previous irritation had been premature and he certainly was glad to have been dragged out by Asmo for once; Beel thanked whatever force had calmed his hunger enough to truly enjoy and live in a moment that will shape some part of his future.

Beneath neon lights and pretty eyes, the brothers fall slightly more in love than they had the night before.

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

I just wanna get this off my chest, but I love the thought of aexl meeting a girl on the cult bus and falling inlove with her. Then Travelling on the bus with her

All fucking hell I looked at this ask at almost midnight while trying to fall asleep and instead my head is swarming with Ideas for an entirely new axel x reader fic god damn it

Oh well... but I need to finish Silent Love first. For now, look forward for a future axel x modern witch!reader type thing cause that's where I'm leaning

I know modern witchcraft isnt really common knowledge for most people, although I did answer an ask that's was otto with a kitchen witch, I'm sure most of yall would need some clarification on the basics of witchcraft in order to understand.

Me myself am only a baby witch, I started learning because of quarantine so I have very limited knowledge that may or may not be entirely correct, but just know for now it's not satanic, we dont worship the devil, we are not evil automatically because we are a witch. Modern witchcraft has next to nothing to do with media portrayed witchcraft. We even spell the word magick with a k to signify that it is different from the make believe shit.

You dont have to believe in it, just be respectful. Concerning religions, witchcraft can be incorporated into literaly any religion ever (although wicca is, as I like to think of it, the one religion where witchcraft is basicaly its official form of practice put simply. Dont quote me on that tho, I hardly know anything that's just how I think of it) and you dont even have to use religion in it at all if you dont want to.

Theres many different ways to practice, and many different types of witches. Just know the labels arent gonna make or break your witchcraft career like the whole thing is very open. Theres a type of which (I dont remember right now) that is literaly a home brewed mix of whatever type of witchcraft you practice

Theres crystal witches, who use Crystal's,

Theres kitchen witches, as explained in the otto x kitchen witch ask, look through my Avellanaask hashtag to find it

Theres sea witches, who work with water and the ocean mostly I think,

Theres witches that specialize in like zodiac and asteonomy

Theres a lot, just know that. But you shouldent let the labels define witches just like you shouldent let race, gender, age, or religion define a human person. As I like to say, nothing is black and white. It's all a mixture of gray.

If you dont think this kind of reader fic is gonna be for you, that's totaly fine. Everyone has their own tastes. I'm gonna be mostly self portraying in it with my limited knowledge from my own witchcraft experiences. Not everything is gonna be completely accurate regarding witchcraft. This is gonna be a bumpy ride, but I wanna attempt it.

If you are still really confused on modern witchcraft but are interested in the fic, plz plz plz take the time to research about it. I wont be starting it till I finish Silent Love so you've got a while. Research is the backbone of witchcraft, since there isnt a set book or bible telling us about it and how it 'must' be done. I'd reccomend youtube searching a witchcraft series to get started. But DONT ONLY PULL FROM ONE SOURCE PLZ. I'll try and do my best to explain things in the fic since Axel will know nothing himself about modern witchcraft, but it still might be a bit confusing. Also the fic is not mean to substitute for real witchcraft research plz it's just a story for funsies. You wouldent go reading a fictional story about the irish to learn how to be irish, would you? No. It doesnt work like that.

If you are a more experienced witch than me (most likely if you've been practicing for over 2 months) and you see me doing or saying something wrong or misinforming plz plz plz call me out, I dont wanna mislead people and miss educate. I think this fic could be a great opportunity for people to get familiar with modern witchcraft so it scares less people. Hate is born out of ignorance and lack of knowledge. Even if you dont wanna read the fic, you could still go out and learn about witchcraft If you want to that's your choice. You dont have to commit to practicing it or anything, but knowledge is power sometimes, ya know?

I dont have a name for this new fic yet, but I will probably announce it (mabey with a like prologue thing if I can come up with one)

Also I'm so so sorry anon this is probably the EXACT OPPOSITE of how you thought I would answer this ;-;-;-;-; but ty for the inspiration for a new fic!!!!

[legion1993]

We Are What????

Title: we are what????

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Fluff sq: long lost sibling

Tags: tabooo, long lost brother and long lost sister loosing virginity to eachother, long lost brother and long lost sister married in vegas, long lost siblings learning the truth after its too late, long lost sibling sex

***NOTE: INTENDED FOR 18+ DO NOT READ IF UNDERAGE DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT DO SO UNDER THE TUMBLR GUIDELINES. PLEASE DONT READ IF UNDERAGE. I AM NOT JOKING. 18+ READERS ONLY STORY CONTAINS TABOO, LONG LOST SIBLINGS LOOSING THEIR VIRGINITY TO EACHOTHER! AGAIN DO NOT READ IF UNDERAGE***

rating: 18+

summery: not telling

created for @spnfluffbingo​

fluff 2020 masterlist

it had been the best vacation, it had been the best vacation you had taken to date. the events went as follows: 

you were on vacation this was well deserved, this was your 3 weeks away from the busy of running your own business.

 your co ceo thought you deserved a vacation after you worked your ass off for almost 3 years to get your company to where it is today.

 you were in Vegas, you were gonna dance, gamble, and drink and just enjoy yourself. You were now 5 days into your vacation and sitting at one of the blackjack tables you meet a very interesting opponent.

 YN: “do you come here often?”

 jensen: “nope I can only come here when my brother is home to watch the place. I’m Jensen by the way but everyone calls me Jay.”

 YN: “YN it’s nice to meet you. Do you normally play blackjack?”

 Jensen could only laugh as he played his turn.

Jensen: “no normally I play poker but I figured I’d switch it up. I’ll stand. So YN what brings you to Vegas other than obviously to get your butt kicked at blackjack.”

 YN: “I’ll stand as well. My Co ceo of my company thought I could use a vacation after 3 years of building the company non stop. So she sent me here to have the time of my life for 3 weeks with possibility of extension.” 

the dealer: “reveal your hands one at a time.”

jensen reveals a hand of 19. You smile darkly.

YN: “I hope your not too disappointed with this.” 

You say as you reveal your hand to be 21.

YN: “blackjack. I win!”

the dealer: “congratulations to YN our winner for the 5th night in a row. Do you want to cash out or do you want to bank for more play time later?”

yN: “I’ll bank I owe my opponent an apology drink!”

that was your first mistake. After several drinks you both were hammered. Walking back to the hotel cause through the drinking you both discovered that you were staying in the same hotel. 

you stopped at the wedding chapel. You both went to get ready and graciously paid the people for their service.

officiant: “Jensen and YN you have come here tonight to be joined in the eyes of God and the church. You may say your vows when your ready.”

Jensen takes your ring and slides it on your finger. 

Jensen: "YN I've only known you a few short moments but it feels like a lifetime. It feels like destiny. I promise to evermore love, honor. Cherish and protect thee now and evermore!" 

you took Jensen's ring and placed it on his finger.

yN: "Jensen, I feel the exact same way and I know that right now we are probably doing something that when morrow light breaks through will seem like a bad idea but I now and ever more will love honor cherish and protect thee forever with all my being!"

officiant: "then I hear by pronounce you husband and wife. Jensen you may kiss your bride!"

Jensen dipped you as he kissed you. Then you both signed some papers and were led to where both your bags were on a trolley and being taken to the honeymoon suite. 

graciously tipping the bellboy who loaded the bags into the doorway for you both and then left. Jensen picked you up bridal style and tis is how you lost your virginity.

Jensen and you tore each other's clothes off then while he had you pinned against the wall, he slid his cock into your pussy.

pounding you against the wall, in the shower, in the kitchenette, on the table, on the couch, on the floor and finally on the bed. Yes you both christened that honeymoon suite. 

for the next morning at yonder Light breaks through the window. you both woke to an array of feathers everywhere you both were snuggled together and then it sunk in. Both of you sitting straight up and looking around the room.

jensen: "what happened last night?" 

yN: "I remember the blackjack game and nothing after."

that's when you looked at your finger... Holding it up for Jensen to see.

yN: "clearly something else happened last night. Cause I don't remember getting married."

jensen: "let's think rationally now. Is it really so bad honestly come on let's at least see what we can be as a couple before we jump to any conclusions. How bout this I'll go hone with you once we are done in Vegas and we will figure us out."

yN: "sounds good to me plus you are hot I'm not surprised either way that I married you." 

Jensen could only laugh as he ushered for you to come back to the bed.  You went back to the bed, Jensen's strong embrace wrapping around you immediately. You sat on his lap his hands roaming cross your skin. 

Jensen: "now let's enjoy our honeymoon and make some magic of our own."

YN: "shouldn't we eat?"

 Jensen: "we will order room service after we finish waking up. I say we clean up the place a bit and take a shower then call room service."

YN: "clean a bit first, then shower cause it makes no sense to shower then clean. Oh I should warn you thaw t my place is new and needs a bit of reno work…"

Jensen could only laugh. 

Jensen: "that's okay it will be an amazing starter home for us or at least till we figure us out."

You went to your phone and connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the room. You played your Playlist as you and Jensen got to work. Cleaning, dancing, singing. Taking a shower you went in first Jensen called room service then joined you. 

Things starting to slowly feel normal. Throughout the rest of the vacation you both spent time at the casino, doing shopping, both of you taking full honeymoon advantage.

 The flight home was alot more enjoyable with someone to spend it with, you slept on his shoulder and he used your head as a rest spot as well his arm was around your shoulder.

 It was the most comfortable ride of your life. The arrival back on your home soil was a relief to see that it was still busy beyond compare. You went and picked up your car (black 2019 Dodge Challenger) from the parking valet. 

Jensen: "she is a beauty." 

YN: "the GPS is already programed to take us home. Do you want to drive?" 

Jensen perked up when he got back to you after having taken a lap round the car. He smiled. 

Jensen: "I would love to but I have to ask how the hell did you afford this?" 

YN: "Perk of having my own business and on top of that perk of being the world's best selling brand of sunglasses. Now get in and start her up!" 

Jensen and you both got into the car and jensen took a breath as he started the engine. Jensen ran his fingers over the steering wheel and just completely fell in love with your baby.

 Jensen: "damn YN she is a beauty. Now let's hear her purr."

 Jensen sticks your car in drive and slowly brings you both out of the parade. Once the speed sign showed that he could go 60 he stuck you baby in gear and took off. he knew to obey the rules of the road but he still had fun with it.

 Along the way your Playlist silently played in the background as you and Jensen played 20 questions. The more you both talked and the questions answered the more you both felt like you could actually pull this off, but of course you weren't gonna say anything. 

Jensen: "this neighborhood is beautiful. How much further to your place?" 

YN: "3 more blocks then it will be number 344 on your left."

 Jensen slowly drove down the blocks he smiled to himself the thought that he was married and to a woman who makes the most amazing sunglasses. His hand remained in the wheel and the shifter but your hand floated to rest in his hand.

 Arriving at your house in a matter of moments you noticed another car in the driveway that was not familiar to you. 

YN: "that car doesnt belong to me.. someone unexpected is here."

Jensen: "relax YN lets grab the bags and walk to the door im sure its nothing to worry about."

Grabbing the bags you both went up to the front door, you saw it was open a crack… You both slowly walked inside.

 YN: "hello, whoever is in here this house is owned…" 

Steps came from the basement and down the kitchen floor standing now in the doorway to your kitchen was your mom.

 Sheila: "surprise!" 

You dropped your bags and ran into the embrace of the person who had sat there with you while you cried about your loveless life. 

Yn: "I thought you weren't coming for a few weeks." 

Sheila: "yes well when we last spoke you said you wanted to do some renovations on the house. But that you were gonna do that on your own after you got back from your trip. So i decided that i would be here when you got back to surprise you… dad thought you could use the help and if he wasnt busy running the store back home he would be here too…"

You and your mom oulled back when Jensen cleared his throat clearly wanting to get your attention. You pulldd back from your mom and went back to jensen. Who now extended his hand towards your mom.

 Jensen: "ma'am my name is Jensen i am your daughters husband well kinda we…"

Yn: "twas a drunken wedding in vegas and one thing led to a really amazing vacation plus he is a loyal customer for my sunglasses. So i brought him home so we could see if we want to remain married or divorce. I gues thats my surprise as well… im really glad your here mom."

Sheila shoke jensens hand and then smiled as she heard a timer go off. 

Sheila: "go on take your stuff to your room dears. ill do it all for you both not to worry. Now go upstairs and make sure only your laundry comes down to the laundry room.. lunch will be ready soon!"

You and jensen with your bags go upstairs to your room. Your king bed and furniture exactly how you left it. 

Jensen: "renovations huh?"

Yn: "ya some painting and replacing carpet with laminate type thing. Paint every room in this house a different color depending on what the room is. Laminate to match each room. Im ambitious. Also restain the deck leading to the pool in the back. The pool cleaner and the lawn tendants should have been by and if not yet they will be by later. Running my own company comes with perks. Sorry im ramblin."

Jensen: "its alright i think its kinda cute. Now when do we get started on these renovations?"

You smile as you  go to grab your laundry basket for yours and jensens clothes.

YN: "soon as i go pick up the paint i picked out what colors i wanted for each room before i left but now that im back i can get them and start painting and shifting stuff around and and and."

You now put your hands on the bed as you just stood there. 

You were way passed overwhelmed, this made way for Jensen who had just finished getting settled in throwing his dirty clothes in the basket before coming up behind you wraping his arms around you like it was normal. 

Jensen: “dont get worked up as part of seeing all we can be ill help you renovate the house. Tomorrow we will pick up the paint and whatever else we think we will need and we will be fine. For now lets get this laundry pile put together and taken down to your mom. Then you can show me kinda what needs to be moved and where it needs to be moved to for each room to be set up so it can be painted and then we will get the floors done once everything is painted. Room by room. This house will be prestige when we are done. It will reflect the woman you are. And i look forward to renovating this home with you.”

You smiled. As you threw several more things into the basket, then you came across the wedding attire that you both realized might need to be dry cleaned instead. 

You put them off to the side and decided that you would hand them to your assistant the next time you would see her. You were not okay still, you had a lurking strange feeling in your stomach that something was terribly wrong. 

Jensen was hot, sure neither of you rememebred anything except for what you all were told by the staff. You were now sure that something was wrong. It was something in Jensen’s eyes and nature that made your mind question what was happening right then.

 But you ignored it, you felt happier than you had in ages. 

YN: “ya i guess your right. Now lets go down to mom before she decides to think degenerates of us.”

Jensen: “technically we are married degenerates. But your right as well. Lets go.”

Jensen carried the basket following you as you both walked back downstairs. You showed him where to place the laundry basket then both of you went into the living room. 

Your eyes floated to the table to the stack of coupons and various packages and other mail items on the coffee table in the living room. 

Jensen: “damn girl are you always that popular?”

YN: “yep every day… but this is from the passed month excluding todays cause it doesnt come for another hour. This will be fun. Would you like to help me open this massive pile of whatever is in here?”

Jensen: “do you have a letter opener?”

You go over to the kitchen to your junk drawer and come back with your personalized black canary letter opener… you handed it to Jensen who marveled it for a few moments before kneeling down beside you as you proceeded to organize the mail into piles.

 Jensen: “i hope one day soon to be moved in here permenantly with you. Honestly i feel so happy and we are probably gonna be expecting before we know it with how much we did not leave the bed during our time in Vegas…”

You smiled at that thought. You a mother how much of a quaint little idea that was. Damn your babies would be lookers. Jensen started with the parcels he opened them one at a time then you would go into the parcel and pull out whatever was inside.

Jensen: “i know you are thinking, you make this face when your focused or thinking i noticed it first when you were answering your emails and such while we were in vegas. Are you okay?”

YN: “hmm… yeah im okay just doing some planning in my head. Usually how i open my mail. Im sorry ive been so quiet.”

Jensen put his arm around your shoulder before you had finished speaking.

Jensen: “its all good i know you have alot on your plate. Just dont be afraid to talk to me if you ever want to.”

YN: "thank you. Now let's finish going through the mail and then I need to conference call with my assistant to make sure our week is on track."

Jensen smiled he could not believe that you were the one who made such amazing sun glasses! They were literally his favorite pair. You were the embodiment of grace and beauty,  from Jensen's point of view you were an angel.You spent the rest of the day showing jensen how your life works. 

Your mom ordered chinese for dinner with extra for left overs for the next few days. That was fine. Renovations went amazing! The next month was about getting settled in, sure the renos took longer but that was perfectly fine.

 A room a week, the flooring would be done later.. once everything was painted. Jensen and you sat in on a few confrence calls from the house during the renos and then you decided to show jensen the company and how it works make him your temp secretary while you gave your current one the month off.

 You woke up however one morning feeling off. You went to the bathroom and went through your morning work routine, shower, do your hair, make out with jensen. But this one morning you felt all bloated and gross.

 You got into the shower and thats when it happened you got that nauseous feeling. The words "oh shit" went through your head as just as you knelt down beneath the waters flow you threw up instantly.

 It was 5 minutes later that you were finally able to speak enough.

YN: "jensen…"

Footsteps were heard, jensen knew your routine, this was unusual. He came into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain to reveal you knelt down and a small pile of slowly washing awake puke. He shut off the shower head but kept the water flowing.

 Jensen: "what happened?"

YN: "i was feeling off, but i didnt think i would vomit, can you call xavier and tell him that he has to handle everything today im not going in."

Jensen: "let me get you out of there after i help you clean all the vomit off and wash your hair, then ill clean the bathtub and then ill spend the entire day waiting on my girl!"

This was the first time that Jensen had used a pet name for you or referred to you as something other than YN. This was a good sign meant he was getting used to the idea but so were you for you were putty in Jensen's arms not cause of the nausea but cause of how he made you feel. 

You watched as he cleaned the bathtub, wiped up the water off the ground, sprayed febreeze in the bathroom. You were not okay but you felt something new. 

Another month would pass before this would ever occur again. Sure enough it did this time at work. Jensen against your pleading took you to the hospital. You were pleading that you were okay and didn't need it but you kept being shot down.

 The doctors took blood work, had you peee in a cup, hooked you to a iv drip. They were doing everything they could think of. Till the doctor came in the room with a nurse with an ultrasound machine.

 Doctor: "we are just gonna make sure everything is good with your abdomen. Don't worry bout a thing. It's painless. I'm just gonna unzip your jeans a bit and then lift your shirt a bit so I can put the jelly on."

 You and Jensen complied never expecting this as a possible outcome. Never suspecting that this would be the moment you would be within the grasp of several doctors all of whom have looked after you since you were a child. 

Doc: "ok lets see what this shows. And if anything else i would like to run dna matches on both of you. Just a precautionary measure. Nothing to… oh well this is definately the source… tell me YN when was your last period?"

You had to think about that cause you last had it during the vegas trip. Good thing showers exist… but anyway you were sure you knew the answer but you complied anyway.

YN: "I think it was during my Vegas trip but doc please tell me what is going on…"

Doctor turns the monitor to face you and Jensen whose face along with yours goes pale white. 

Doctor: "congratulations your pregnant! But I want to run a blood sample on both of you to find out why there was an abnormality in your blood work."

Jensen and you get blood drawn while the fact that you were expecting a child while not even sure yet if your marriage would last. 

Jensen: "what abnormality could be in your blood work?" 

YN: "that's what you choose to discuss, not the fact that we are pregnant?" 

Jensen: "I'm shocked probably as much as you but right now I want to address that I am thrilled about this baby. Even if we haven't figured us out we are parents to a brand new life we created in this short period together. I could not think of a better way to spend the rest of my life than with you and this child."

That of course is when the doctor returned. 

Doctor: "so you both are the correct parents of this child but the abnormality in both your blood works showed several similar strands of DNA. You are siblings more specifically twins."

This made Jensen and you drop your Jaws, neither of you were expecting the news about the baby, but now finding out your siblings well that made you both shocked as fuck.

Doctor: "judging the reactions crossing both your features I am gonna gather that you both knew not of this."

Jensen: "are we done here can we go home now?"

 Doctor: "of course just be sure to come back in 4 months for another check up for the baby. And congratulations as well as I'm sorry."

 The doctor left, you and Jensen took all the stuff, now in the car with the papers of both results had to now find a way to break both news to your mother. Never thinking that anyone else would be at the house when your arrival home came round. 

You pulled into the driveway, both of you holding the file with both sets of results. Walked inside to see not only your mom but your best friend and your father as well, your best friend ran straight for you as you did her, then you let her go and was immediately embraced by your father.

 YN: "can everyone sit down and jensen will grab you all something strong to drink while we tell you something we just found out."

Jensen goes and pours some drinks for your father, mother and best friend as you both sit in front of them and begin the confrontation of a lifetime.Jensen: "for those who don't know me that I am meeting for the first time I'm Jensen YN is my wife. YN got a little sick at work so we just got back from the hospital. We found out 2 things while there."

Yn: "mom dad was there another child that you guys had along side me… Like am I a twin?" 

Sheila: "yes you are, I am ashamed that you are just finding this out now. I never thought you would. We had to make a choice when you and your brother were born money was a luxury we didn't have a lot of. We could only afford to keep one of you so we made sure your brother got adopted into a good family who would give him the life he deserved. We kept you cause we always wanted a girl. Why do you ask?"

You pull out the DNA match results between you and Jensen and hand it to your parents. They look at the paper and immediately look at Jensen they begin to shed tears of joy toasting to Jensen the prodigal son!

 But you both still had to tell them the other news. You were gonna let Jensen take this one cause you were still shocked to say the other set of news…

 Frank: "what's your other set of news? Also what happens to your marriage now with this news as I assume you both have done the deed together…?"

 Jensen: "dad, mom cause we did the deed and this entire marriage thing, consequences flurished before we found out about us being twins. We have to say we are still in shock but we are willing to make things work if you guys agree to help us…"

Jensen hands them the second set of results. You feel your hand drop to your belly Jensen's on top of yous as they look at those results. Your best friend doesn't look at the results cause she could tell from the moment she saw you.. 

Talia: "I'm gonna be an aunt yippee!!!" 

Sheila: "Talia can you please give us a few moments to speak with our children alone."

Talia: "of course."

 Talia leaves the room not straying too far so she can hear everything.

 Sheila: "Jensen we are so happy you have found your way back into our lives. We hope you come to accept us as your parents and not as those that gave you up…" 

Frank: "we understand the lure that you both had to eachother I mean you both look like supermodels good looks and all. Though we don't entirely approve of the way you came back into our lives son. We are proud of the strong people you both have become. YN my daughter we are honored to be your parents and now the grandparents to this grand baby that will grace this world soon!"

Sheila: "we are a family again!"

Jensen and you hug it out with your parents as you leave their embrace to go and sit on the steps with your best friend.

 Talia: "so you married your long lost twin brother?"

 YN: "drunk married my long lost twin yes but in our defense we were plastered. Neither of us were thinking straight and we didn't know we were siblings."

Talia: "how long till I get to meet my niece or nephew?" 

YN: "7 months but in my defense neither me nor Jensen nor anyone else  get to find out the gender for another 4 months. But how would closer to the due date you like to become a hired live in nanny type person just to help out around here once the baby is born what do you say sis?"

Talia just hugs you both of you just sitting there perfect harmony while Jensen is with your parents in the living room filling them in on his upbringing and stuff like that. 

You were sitting there with your best friend reminiscing on a time when things were simpler..You both were called back into the room at that moment. Re-entering the room you go to stand beside your husband/twin brother.

Frank: “after so long we are a whole family again. Now our family is expanding and we are so grateful to have the opportunity to be with you all. Jensen, YN though the circumstances under which you met were not ideal, you both are not shunned, not disregarded in any way shape or form. You both did right in the eyes of god and the church. It is only fit that we offer to help you both in any way we possibly can with the preparations for the arrival of the baby. To Yn and Jensen may the odds be ever in your favor…”

This was now the time when you regretted showing your father the hunger games! But the toasts flew in and chinese was ordered, everyone except you drank. What happened after that is you and your twin brother husband person thing lived happily ever after.

[drkcnry67]

WE ARE WHAT??!

Title: we are what????

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Fluff sq: long lost sibling

H&H sq: reverse!verse

Tags: tabooo, long lost brother and long lost sister loosing virginity to eachother, long lost brother and long lost sister married in vegas, long lost siblings learning the truth after its too late, long lost sibling sex

***NOTE: INTENDED FOR 18+ DO NOT READ IF UNDERAGE DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT DO SO UNDER THE TUMBLR GUIDELINES. PLEASE DONT READ IF UNDERAGE. I AM NOT JOKING. 18+ READERS ONLY STORY CONTAINS TABOO, LONG LOST SIBLINGS LOOSING THEIR VIRGINITY TO EACHOTHER! AGAIN DO NOT READ IF UNDERAGE***

rating: 18+

summery: not telling

created for @spnfluffbingo​ @heavenandhellbingo​

fluff 2020 masterlist   heaven and hell 2020

it had been the best vacation, it had been the best vacation you had taken to date. the events went as follows: 

you were on vacation this was well deserved, this was your 3 weeks away from the busy of running your own business.

 your co ceo thought you deserved a vacation after you worked your ass off for almost 3 years to get your company to where it is today.

 you were in Vegas, you were gonna dance, gamble, and drink and just enjoy yourself. You were now 5 days into your vacation and sitting at one of the blackjack tables you meet a very interesting opponent.

 YN: “do you come here often?”

 jensen: “nope I can only come here when my brother is home to watch the place. I’m Jensen by the way but everyone calls me Jay.”

 YN: “YN it’s nice to meet you. Do you normally play blackjack?”

 Jensen could only laugh as he played his turn.

Jensen: “no normally I play poker but I figured I’d switch it up. I’ll stand. So YN what brings you to Vegas other than obviously to get your butt kicked at blackjack.”

 YN: “I’ll stand as well. My Co ceo of my company thought I could use a vacation after 3 years of building the company non stop. So she sent me here to have the time of my life for 3 weeks with possibility of extension.” 

the dealer: “reveal your hands one at a time.”

jensen reveals a hand of 19. You smile darkly.

YN: “I hope your not too disappointed with this.” 

You say as you reveal your hand to be 21.

YN: “blackjack. I win!”

the dealer: “congratulations to YN our winner for the 5th night in a row. Do you want to cash out or do you want to bank for more play time later?”

yN: “I’ll bank I owe my opponent an apology drink!”

that was your first mistake. After several drinks you both were hammered. Walking back to the hotel cause through the drinking you both discovered that you were staying in the same hotel. 

you stopped at the wedding chapel. You both went to get ready and graciously paid the people for their service.

officiant: “Jensen and YN you have come here tonight to be joined in the eyes of God and the church. You may say your vows when your ready.”

Jensen takes your ring and slides it on your finger. 

Jensen: "YN I've only known you a few short moments but it feels like a lifetime. It feels like destiny. I promise to evermore love, honor. Cherish and protect thee now and evermore!" 

you took Jensen's ring and placed it on his finger.

yN: "Jensen, I feel the exact same way and I know that right now we are probably doing something that when morrow light breaks through will seem like a bad idea but I now and ever more will love honor cherish and protect thee forever with all my being!"

officiant: "then I hear by pronounce you husband and wife. Jensen you may kiss your bride!"

Jensen dipped you as he kissed you. Then you both signed some papers and were led to where both your bags were on a trolley and being taken to the honeymoon suite. 

graciously tipping the bellboy who loaded the bags into the doorway for you both and then left. Jensen picked you up bridal style and tis is how you lost your virginity.

Jensen and you tore each other's clothes off then while he had you pinned against the wall, he slid his cock into your pussy.

pounding you against the wall, in the shower, in the kitchenette, on the table, on the couch, on the floor and finally on the bed. Yes you both christened that honeymoon suite. 

for the next morning at yonder Light breaks through the window. you both woke to an array of feathers everywhere you both were snuggled together and then it sunk in. Both of you sitting straight up and looking around the room.

jensen: "what happened last night?" 

yN: "I remember the blackjack game and nothing after."

that's when you looked at your finger... Holding it up for Jensen to see.

yN: "clearly something else happened last night. Cause I don't remember getting married."

jensen: "let's think rationally now. Is it really so bad honestly come on let's at least see what we can be as a couple before we jump to any conclusions. How bout this I'll go hone with you once we are done in Vegas and we will figure us out."

yN: "sounds good to me plus you are hot I'm not surprised either way that I married you." 

Jensen could only laugh as he ushered for you to come back to the bed.  You went back to the bed, Jensen's strong embrace wrapping around you immediately. You sat on his lap his hands roaming cross your skin. 

Jensen: "now let's enjoy our honeymoon and make some magic of our own."

YN: "shouldn't we eat?"

 Jensen: "we will order room service after we finish waking up. I say we clean up the place a bit and take a shower then call room service."

YN: "clean a bit first, then shower cause it makes no sense to shower then clean. Oh I should warn you thaw t my place is new and needs a bit of reno work…"

Jensen could only laugh. 

Jensen: "that's okay it will be an amazing starter home for us or at least till we figure us out."

You went to your phone and connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the room. You played your Playlist as you and Jensen got to work. Cleaning, dancing, singing. Taking a shower you went in first Jensen called room service then joined you. 

Things starting to slowly feel normal. Throughout the rest of the vacation you both spent time at the casino, doing shopping, both of you taking full honeymoon advantage.

 The flight home was alot more enjoyable with someone to spend it with, you slept on his shoulder and he used your head as a rest spot as well his arm was around your shoulder.

 It was the most comfortable ride of your life. The arrival back on your home soil was a relief to see that it was still busy beyond compare. You went and picked up your car (black 2019 Dodge Challenger) from the parking valet. 

Jensen: "she is a beauty." 

YN: "the GPS is already programed to take us home. Do you want to drive?" 

Jensen perked up when he got back to you after having taken a lap round the car. He smiled. 

Jensen: "I would love to but I have to ask how the hell did you afford this?" 

YN: "Perk of having my own business and on top of that perk of being the world's best selling brand of sunglasses. Now get in and start her up!" 

Jensen and you both got into the car and jensen took a breath as he started the engine. Jensen ran his fingers over the steering wheel and just completely fell in love with your baby.

 Jensen: "damn YN she is a beauty. Now let's hear her purr."

 Jensen sticks your car in drive and slowly brings you both out of the parade. Once the speed sign showed that he could go 60 he stuck you baby in gear and took off. he knew to obey the rules of the road but he still had fun with it.

 Along the way your Playlist silently played in the background as you and Jensen played 20 questions. The more you both talked and the questions answered the more you both felt like you could actually pull this off, but of course you weren't gonna say anything. 

Jensen: "this neighborhood is beautiful. How much further to your place?" 

YN: "3 more blocks then it will be number 344 on your left."

 Jensen slowly drove down the blocks he smiled to himself the thought that he was married and to a woman who makes the most amazing sunglasses. His hand remained in the wheel and the shifter but your hand floated to rest in his hand.

 Arriving at your house in a matter of moments you noticed another car in the driveway that was not familiar to you. 

YN: "that car doesnt belong to me.. someone unexpected is here."

Jensen: "relax YN lets grab the bags and walk to the door im sure its nothing to worry about."

Grabbing the bags you both went up to the front door, you saw it was open a crack… You both slowly walked inside.

 YN: "hello, whoever is in here this house is owned…" 

Steps came from the basement and down the kitchen floor standing now in the doorway to your kitchen was your mom.

 Sheila: "surprise!" 

You dropped your bags and ran into the embrace of the person who had sat there with you while you cried about your loveless life. 

Yn: "I thought you weren't coming for a few weeks." 

Sheila: "yes well when we last spoke you said you wanted to do some renovations on the house. But that you were gonna do that on your own after you got back from your trip. So i decided that i would be here when you got back to surprise you… dad thought you could use the help and if he wasnt busy running the store back home he would be here too…"

You and your mom oulled back when Jensen cleared his throat clearly wanting to get your attention. You pulldd back from your mom and went back to jensen. Who now extended his hand towards your mom.

 Jensen: "ma'am my name is Jensen i am your daughters husband well kinda we…"

Yn: "twas a drunken wedding in vegas and one thing led to a really amazing vacation plus he is a loyal customer for my sunglasses. So i brought him home so we could see if we want to remain married or divorce. I gues thats my surprise as well… im really glad your here mom."

Sheila shoke jensens hand and then smiled as she heard a timer go off. 

Sheila: "go on take your stuff to your room dears. ill do it all for you both not to worry. Now go upstairs and make sure only your laundry comes down to the laundry room.. lunch will be ready soon!"

You and jensen with your bags go upstairs to your room. Your king bed and furniture exactly how you left it. 

Jensen: "renovations huh?"

Yn: "ya some painting and replacing carpet with laminate type thing. Paint every room in this house a different color depending on what the room is. Laminate to match each room. Im ambitious. Also restain the deck leading to the pool in the back. The pool cleaner and the lawn tendants should have been by and if not yet they will be by later. Running my own company comes with perks. Sorry im ramblin."

Jensen: "its alright i think its kinda cute. Now when do we get started on these renovations?"

You smile as you  go to grab your laundry basket for yours and jensens clothes.

YN: "soon as i go pick up the paint i picked out what colors i wanted for each room before i left but now that im back i can get them and start painting and shifting stuff around and and and."

You now put your hands on the bed as you just stood there. 

You were way passed overwhelmed, this made way for Jensen who had just finished getting settled in throwing his dirty clothes in the basket before coming up behind you wraping his arms around you like it was normal. 

Jensen: “dont get worked up as part of seeing all we can be ill help you renovate the house. Tomorrow we will pick up the paint and whatever else we think we will need and we will be fine. For now lets get this laundry pile put together and taken down to your mom. Then you can show me kinda what needs to be moved and where it needs to be moved to for each room to be set up so it can be painted and then we will get the floors done once everything is painted. Room by room. This house will be prestige when we are done. It will reflect the woman you are. And i look forward to renovating this home with you.”

You smiled. As you threw several more things into the basket, then you came across the wedding attire that you both realized might need to be dry cleaned instead. 

You put them off to the side and decided that you would hand them to your assistant the next time you would see her. You were not okay still, you had a lurking strange feeling in your stomach that something was terribly wrong. 

Jensen was hot, sure neither of you rememebred anything except for what you all were told by the staff. You were now sure that something was wrong. It was something in Jensen’s eyes and nature that made your mind question what was happening right then.

 But you ignored it, you felt happier than you had in ages. 

YN: “ya i guess your right. Now lets go down to mom before she decides to think degenerates of us.”

Jensen: “technically we are married degenerates. But your right as well. Lets go.”

Jensen carried the basket following you as you both walked back downstairs. You showed him where to place the laundry basket then both of you went into the living room. 

Your eyes floated to the table to the stack of coupons and various packages and other mail items on the coffee table in the living room. 

Jensen: “damn girl are you always that popular?”

YN: “yep every day… but this is from the passed month excluding todays cause it doesnt come for another hour. This will be fun. Would you like to help me open this massive pile of whatever is in here?”

Jensen: “do you have a letter opener?”

You go over to the kitchen to your junk drawer and come back with your personalized black canary letter opener… you handed it to Jensen who marveled it for a few moments before kneeling down beside you as you proceeded to organize the mail into piles.

 Jensen: “i hope one day soon to be moved in here permenantly with you. Honestly i feel so happy and we are probably gonna be expecting before we know it with how much we did not leave the bed during our time in Vegas…”

You smiled at that thought. You a mother how much of a quaint little idea that was. Damn your babies would be lookers. Jensen started with the parcels he opened them one at a time then you would go into the parcel and pull out whatever was inside.

Jensen: “i know you are thinking, you make this face when your focused or thinking i noticed it first when you were answering your emails and such while we were in vegas. Are you okay?”

YN: “hmm… yeah im okay just doing some planning in my head. Usually how i open my mail. Im sorry ive been so quiet.”

Jensen put his arm around your shoulder before you had finished speaking.

Jensen: “its all good i know you have alot on your plate. Just dont be afraid to talk to me if you ever want to.”

YN: "thank you. Now let's finish going through the mail and then I need to conference call with my assistant to make sure our week is on track."

Jensen smiled he could not believe that you were the one who made such amazing sun glasses! They were literally his favorite pair. You were the embodiment of grace and beauty,  from Jensen's point of view you were an angel.You spent the rest of the day showing jensen how your life works. 

Your mom ordered chinese for dinner with extra for left overs for the next few days. That was fine. Renovations went amazing! The next month was about getting settled in, sure the renos took longer but that was perfectly fine.

 A room a week, the flooring would be done later.. once everything was painted. Jensen and you sat in on a few confrence calls from the house during the renos and then you decided to show jensen the company and how it works make him your temp secretary while you gave your current one the month off.

 You woke up however one morning feeling off. You went to the bathroom and went through your morning work routine, shower, do your hair, make out with jensen. But this one morning you felt all bloated and gross.

 You got into the shower and thats when it happened you got that nauseous feeling. The words "oh shit" went through your head as just as you knelt down beneath the waters flow you threw up instantly.

 It was 5 minutes later that you were finally able to speak enough.

YN: "jensen…"

Footsteps were heard, jensen knew your routine, this was unusual. He came into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain to reveal you knelt down and a small pile of slowly washing awake puke. He shut off the shower head but kept the water flowing.

 Jensen: "what happened?"

YN: "i was feeling off, but i didnt think i would vomit, can you call xavier and tell him that he has to handle everything today im not going in."

Jensen: "let me get you out of there after i help you clean all the vomit off and wash your hair, then ill clean the bathtub and then ill spend the entire day waiting on my girl!"

This was the first time that Jensen had used a pet name for you or referred to you as something other than YN. This was a good sign meant he was getting used to the idea but so were you for you were putty in Jensen's arms not cause of the nausea but cause of how he made you feel. 

You watched as he cleaned the bathtub, wiped up the water off the ground, sprayed febreeze in the bathroom. You were not okay but you felt something new. 

Another month would pass before this would ever occur again. Sure enough it did this time at work. Jensen against your pleading took you to the hospital. You were pleading that you were okay and didn't need it but you kept being shot down.

 The doctors took blood work, had you peee in a cup, hooked you to a iv drip. They were doing everything they could think of. Till the doctor came in the room with a nurse with an ultrasound machine.

 Doctor: "we are just gonna make sure everything is good with your abdomen. Don't worry bout a thing. It's painless. I'm just gonna unzip your jeans a bit and then lift your shirt a bit so I can put the jelly on."

 You and Jensen complied never expecting this as a possible outcome. Never suspecting that this would be the moment you would be within the grasp of several doctors all of whom have looked after you since you were a child. 

Doc: "ok lets see what this shows. And if anything else i would like to run dna matches on both of you. Just a precautionary measure. Nothing to… oh well this is definately the source… tell me YN when was your last period?"

You had to think about that cause you last had it during the vegas trip. Good thing showers exist… but anyway you were sure you knew the answer but you complied anyway.

YN: "I think it was during my Vegas trip but doc please tell me what is going on…"

Doctor turns the monitor to face you and Jensen whose face along with yours goes pale white. 

Doctor: "congratulations your pregnant! But I want to run a blood sample on both of you to find out why there was an abnormality in your blood work."

Jensen and you get blood drawn while the fact that you were expecting a child while not even sure yet if your marriage would last. 

Jensen: "what abnormality could be in your blood work?" 

YN: "that's what you choose to discuss, not the fact that we are pregnant?" 

Jensen: "I'm shocked probably as much as you but right now I want to address that I am thrilled about this baby. Even if we haven't figured us out we are parents to a brand new life we created in this short period together. I could not think of a better way to spend the rest of my life than with you and this child."

That of course is when the doctor returned. 

Doctor: "so you both are the correct parents of this child but the abnormality in both your blood works showed several similar strands of DNA. You are siblings more specifically twins."

This made Jensen and you drop your Jaws, neither of you were expecting the news about the baby, but now finding out your siblings well that made you both shocked as fuck.

Doctor: "judging the reactions crossing both your features I am gonna gather that you both knew not of this."

Jensen: "are we done here can we go home now?"

 Doctor: "of course just be sure to come back in 4 months for another check up for the baby. And congratulations as well as I'm sorry."

 The doctor left, you and Jensen took all the stuff, now in the car with the papers of both results had to now find a way to break both news to your mother. Never thinking that anyone else would be at the house when your arrival home came round. 

You pulled into the driveway, both of you holding the file with both sets of results. Walked inside to see not only your mom but your best friend and your father as well, your best friend ran straight for you as you did her, then you let her go and was immediately embraced by your father.

 YN: "can everyone sit down and jensen will grab you all something strong to drink while we tell you something we just found out."

Jensen goes and pours some drinks for your father, mother and best friend as you both sit in front of them and begin the confrontation of a lifetime.Jensen: "for those who don't know me that I am meeting for the first time I'm Jensen YN is my wife. YN got a little sick at work so we just got back from the hospital. We found out 2 things while there."

Yn: "mom dad was there another child that you guys had along side me… Like am I a twin?" 

Sheila: "yes you are, I am ashamed that you are just finding this out now. I never thought you would. We had to make a choice when you and your brother were born money was a luxury we didn't have a lot of. We could only afford to keep one of you so we made sure your brother got adopted into a good family who would give him the life he deserved. We kept you cause we always wanted a girl. Why do you ask?"

You pull out the DNA match results between you and Jensen and hand it to your parents. They look at the paper and immediately look at Jensen they begin to shed tears of joy toasting to Jensen the prodigal son!

 But you both still had to tell them the other news. You were gonna let Jensen take this one cause you were still shocked to say the other set of news…

 Frank: "what's your other set of news? Also what happens to your marriage now with this news as I assume you both have done the deed together…?"

 Jensen: "dad, mom cause we did the deed and this entire marriage thing, consequences flurished before we found out about us being twins. We have to say we are still in shock but we are willing to make things work if you guys agree to help us…"

Jensen hands them the second set of results. You feel your hand drop to your belly Jensen's on top of yous as they look at those results. Your best friend doesn't look at the results cause she could tell from the moment she saw you.. 

Talia: "I'm gonna be an aunt yippee!!!" 

Sheila: "Talia can you please give us a few moments to speak with our children alone."

Talia: "of course."

 Talia leaves the room not straying too far so she can hear everything.

 Sheila: "Jensen we are so happy you have found your way back into our lives. We hope you come to accept us as your parents and not as those that gave you up…" 

Frank: "we understand the lure that you both had to eachother I mean you both look like supermodels good looks and all. Though we don't entirely approve of the way you came back into our lives son. We are proud of the strong people you both have become. YN my daughter we are honored to be your parents and now the grandparents to this grand baby that will grace this world soon!"

Sheila: "we are a family again!"

Jensen and you hug it out with your parents as you leave their embrace to go and sit on the steps with your best friend.

 Talia: "so you married your long lost twin brother?"

 YN: "drunk married my long lost twin yes but in our defense we were plastered. Neither of us were thinking straight and we didn't know we were siblings."

Talia: "how long till I get to meet my niece or nephew?" 

YN: "7 months but in my defense neither me nor Jensen nor anyone else  get to find out the gender for another 4 months. But how would closer to the due date you like to become a hired live in nanny type person just to help out around here once the baby is born what do you say sis?"

Talia just hugs you both of you just sitting there perfect harmony while Jensen is with your parents in the living room filling them in on his upbringing and stuff like that. 

You were sitting there with your best friend reminiscing on a time when things were simpler..You both were called back into the room at that moment. Re-entering the room you go to stand beside your husband/twin brother.

Frank: “after so long we are a whole family again. Now our family is expanding and we are so grateful to have the opportunity to be with you all. Jensen, YN though the circumstances under which you met were not ideal, you both are not shunned, not disregarded in any way shape or form. You both did right in the eyes of god and the church. It is only fit that we offer to help you both in any way we possibly can with the preparations for the arrival of the baby. To Yn and Jensen may the odds be ever in your favor…”

This was now the time when you regretted showing your father the hunger games! But the toasts flew in and chinese was ordered, everyone except you drank. What happened after that is you and your twin brother husband person thing lived happily ever after.

[hogwarts--imagines]

You Could Be Happy

GIF NOT MINE

Tony X Reader

Warning: angst. ENDGAME KINDA SPOILERS.

Summary: I needed to write this so you guys can cry too. Tony angst.

A/n: I know I have a fic with Gabe out with the same title, no where near as close. Listen to the song I added. It’s important. Get some tissues.

You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol

____

You could be happy,

And I won't know

But you weren't happy,

The day I watched you go

Tony watched as she grabbed the last bag, tears stained on her cheeks. Her silent sobs shut him down, tearing his heart into shreds.

She had enough of his outbursts. Enough of the fighting with him, the other Avengers, everything. He was Tony Stark, so why couldn’t he stop the love of his life from leaving?

Because she needed a mental break. She needed to be away from him. She would be safer that way. Less heartache once enough time had passed. She wasn’t an Avenger. She wasn’t part of shield.

She was an author. A wonderful one of She we’re to publish the rest of her series. Her one book made it to the world, but the rest sat, in a chest under their bed. Tony wanted her to publish them, but the constant anxiety she got from the thought of doing so, prevented that.

Tony read them every day after she left. Either forgetting they were there, or she didn’t care. She needed to be far away from him, but he missed her. He was going to find her and give them back, but he respected her space.

Pepper checked up on her weekly, with Tony’s order, not to give him her location. As much as he wanted it. Mrs. Potts understood that. But she desperately wanted them to work it out. Knowing things he didn’t. But she respected their privacy and respected that she didn’t want Tony to know anything about her other than she was okay.

Peter came to the compound every day, mostly to make sure Tony was okay, not that he would tell his father mentor that. Mr. Stark was slowly getting better, he finally stopped making more suits, and focused on help Peter with his experiments and his homework, knowing full well the kid didn’t need help.

Tony knew what the kid was doing and didn’t want the kid to feel obligated to. Telling the kid he didn’t have to spend time with him and that he could enjoy time with his friends didn’t work.

“I’m not going anywhere, so you can either sit here and spend time with me or you could sulk I’m your lab.” The kid sounded like him and it made Tony’s heart warm up. “You know you can talk to me right?”

“Thank you kid” Tony smiled softly, fixing his jacket that hung loosely on him.

And all the things that I wished I had not said

Are played on lips till it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were?

But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Her perfect eyes were glistening with tears as she set her bags down by the elevator. Happy on his way up to grab them.

“You don’t have to do this” Tony whispered, holding onto a small box on his jacket pocket.

“Don’t you dare act like I wanted this Stark” his last name sounded like venom. She felt her head spin a little and slammed her hand on the elevator button.

The fight was the last straw, his veins nearly popped out of him. The screaming match they had was ugly. Happy rushed Peter out of to compound. He didn’t need to see this. Their arguments were typically in their bedroom, hidden from everyone. There usually wasn’t yelling.

It started out to be a small fight that escalated into something bigger. Their words were like stabs in the chest. Everything that was said wasn’t meant.

The regret the both of them felt that night killed them. Neither wanted to say a word to the other, but they didn’t want to be alone. So that laid there, backs to the other and cried so quietly.

“You think I wanted this?” She had asked in the very beginning . Tony had planned to renovate the compound so they could finally live in a “home”. She wanted off the compound and in a nice home away from NYC, the civil war that broke out destroyed them.

She wanted her friends back, she wanted them to work it out. But Tony was to stubborn, and Steve was MIA and was also stubborn.

“You think I did?” Tony’s voice cracked. He was showing her is ideas, saying that they won’t need to bring the team there, it could be their forever home.

“Tony” she started to talk calmly.

“No don’t Tony me.” He snapped “I’m trying to make this work for us. Better this for us. So we can hopefully one day get married. If you even want that.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You think it’s easy for me? To pretend like I don’t know the people that I spent so long with? The ones who became our family?” She snapped back, biting her cheek to try and keep her cool.

“You always think the worst. You don’t even begin to know what I’ve gone through. I lost my best friends. I lost part of my family and you think I want to just pretend like I don’t know them?” Tony walked towards her, eyes glued to hers in their heated argument.

“You are impossible!” She yelled at him, her heart was racing. It was never a good sign for her when her heart rate was elevated. FRIDAY spoke in Tony’s ear warning him. But he was to frustrated to hear it.

“You are just controlling!” He yelled back, the veins were standing out “THE MINUTE SOMETHING DOESNT GO YOUR WAY YOU FLIP. YOU JUST CANT STAND THE IDEA OF ME WANTING TO CHANGE THINGS FOR THE BETTER! YOURE DRAGGING ME DOWN.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and let out the air in her chest. “I’m done”

Most of what I remember makes me sure

I should have stopped you from walking out the door

Tony had regretted his words instantly. Before he could say another word, she was out of the room. Happy came in a moment later. The man had to pull Tony into a hug as he cried uncontrollably.

“She’s gone” Tony cried into his friends arms. “I should’ve.. I..”

“She’s safe” Happy pushed Tony back a bit and looked at him, “I have her location if you want to go after her.”

“No, she needs time, from me” Tony kicked the floor. “I was so ready to just move on from everything and I didn’t consider that she needed more time.”

“It’s not just your fault. You guys both didn’t consider the others feelings, you didn’t think about the others feelings before you spoke.” Happy added truthfully. Had it been anyone aside from Rhodes, he would have gotten mad. But he didn’t he listened to Happys words and took them in.

You could be happy; I hope you are

You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you

And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Two years since she last saw him. His image was stuck in her head. Dreams of their lives together haunted her. He was still the love of her life. Wishing she could hold him once again.

She saw the news. Saw that The alien space craft was in NYC. She wasn’t far, but far enough that she wouldn’t be in harms way. Her windows shook though, screams could be heard in the distance.

She called him. Wanted to hear his voice. He answered right as she saw the spaceship go into the sky.

“Tony” she called when he finally spoke. “Please tell me you’re not on that thing”

“I’m not on that thing” he repeated her words sarcastically, but he was relieved to hear her voice.

“You are you son of a bitch!” She tried not to cry “Don’t go”

“Sweetie, I’m sorry, I had to. The kid was up here and they have an important wizard.” Tony tried to talk more but she yelled

“The kid is there too?!” She cried out “Please, come back as soon as you can” she held her stomach, her body ached.

“We gotta get you somewhere safe!l Happy’s voice boomed from her front door.

“You’re in good hands now honey. In case I don’t make it back” the call started breaking “I love you”

“I love you too”

Do the things that you always wanted to

Without me there to hold you back; don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go

Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Steve came by, tracking her down telling her that Thanos dusted the universe. Her heart dropped. Nobody knew if Tony was or not.

She grabbed Happy’s arm. A small toddler ran up to her from behind, holding onto her leg.

“You have a kid” Nat Finally broke the awkward silence.

She nodded, the small girl looked to be two. Her big brown eyes and dark brown hair, answered all of the questions begging to rise.

Rhody walked towards her, “I found this in his room. And this in his garage”

The box was a little large, with a stack of books on top. They her her books. Tony turned them into actual books. He had everything set up for her to publish.

The box, oh that box. Her hands shook so much she couldn’t open it.

“Happy, could you please?” She knelt down on the ground. Little girl in her arms as she tried to keep herself together.

Rhody opened the box with Happy, pulling out a helmet, and Dum-E, who was clutching to a bracelet.

“That bastard” the two men knew what was up.

“He didn’t” She gasped, Tony still found ways really get to her.

She cried, mixed emotions running through her. A picture of him and her fell from inside one of the books, a short letter on the back.

“Take chances, Change the world. For our little one.” - TS

Part 2????