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this is by far the best trophy I’ve ever earned
#I was sobbing I love them so much#scratch being the big brother Owl Bear deserved#and me getting to pat them AHHHHH#owl bear dropping some lore that his mother ate his big brother makes me laugh because of you kill the mother then OB eats her#bg3#I hope the next update lets us rename owl bear#baldurs gate 3#bg3 Scratch#bg3 Owl Bear#bg3 Tav#bg3 Dark Urge#bg3 Durge#Durge#baldurs gate
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Tech bb 1 and 9 from ur valentines prompt list
Take Care of You
Summary: After a close call on a mission, you find comfort in Tech
Warnings: mentions of violence and injuries
Word Count: 705
Notes: I LOVE TECH OMG HOW HAVE I NOT WRITTEN FOR HIM BEFORE????? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE ITS BAD AHHHHH
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how little pain you felt. The last thing the remembered was a rouge bomb going off close to you, throwing you yards away and knocking you out. You tried to sit up, then the pain caught up with you, hitting you on your back.
"Ah, you are awake," Tech's voice came from beside you.
You realized you were in your bunk on the Marauder, and you turned your head to see Tech by your side with his datapad in hand.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, typing away as he spared a quick glance up at you.
"Sore," you mumbled as you slowly turned yourself to dangle your legs on the edge of your bunk.
"I suggest you stay here for a bit longer, I'll give you another dose of pain medication in an hour and then you can begin to move around," Tech quickly said when he noticed you sitting on the edge of your bed.
"How long was I out?"
"Only a few hours. We've been traveling in hyperspace, so you haven't missed anything of importance. You are lucky, any closer and that explosion could've caused more serious injuries."
You looked over at him just as he looked up at you, your gazes meeting. He adjusted his goggles and didn't look back down at his datapad like usual.
"I'm also lucky I have a great squad member to take care of me," you said with a weak smile.
You could see pink dust Tech's cheeks, but he acted like he didn't notice his face warming up.
"Yes, well, I only trust myself when it comes to taking care of injuries like the ones you sustained. I don't believe you'd want Wrecker to tend to your injuries," he replied, looking back down at his datapad.
You laughed weakly, only to be cut off by a sharp pain from your back. You inhaled sharply through your teeth before trying to breath through the pain.
"How much long did you say until I got another dose of pain meds?"
"About an hour, I'm sorry I can't give it to you any sooner. I'll leave you to get some rest until then," he answered.
"You don't need to leave so soon," you quickly said right before he turned to leave.
His gaze found yours again. "Why is that? There is nothing I can assist you with, so I should give you some quiet time in order to sleep."
You patted the space next to you on your bunk, and Tech hesitantly sat next to you. He turned his eyes to the wall across from the two of you, setting his data on the side opposite of you. Slowly, you leaned your head on his shoulder, his somewhat cold armor offering some distraction to your pain.
You felt Tech tense at your action, then start to relax. A moment or two later, his arm came up and around you, careful not to brush up against any of your injuries. He rested his hand on your shoulder and held you close, his head leaning on top of yours.
You smiled, grateful for the peace and quiet with him. You felt yourself wanting to fall asleep again, a yawn escaping you, but you didn't want to fall asleep on Tech. You didn't want to keep him from his other jobs on the ship, so you tried to move away to let him go.
"Wait," his arm wrapped tighter around you, careful not to hurt you with your injuries but strong enough to keep you where you were, "don't pull away...not yet."
"I don't wanna fall asleep on you, Tech," you reply quietly.
"If it means you are distracted enough from the pain to get some rest, then you can fall asleep on me, cyar'ika. I'll wake you up when it's time for your next dose of medication."
You smiled at his sweet words, whether he meant them as sweet or not.
He picked up his datapad with his free hand and started to scroll through some article, his other hand absentmindedly running up and down your arm gently. You closed your eyes and let Tech's breathing lull you to sleep.
#tech x reader#tech the bad batch#tech tbb#tech x you#the bad batch x reader#the bad batch x you#the bad batch fanfiction#the bad batch fanfic#star wars fanfic#star wars fanfiction#the bad batch tech
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Hear me out?
Whumper is actually very gentle with whumpee. They give them head pats, bring them to bed to cuddle, feed them regularly, etc., never actually hurting whumpee.
That’s until whumpee, still disoriented from the sedative or whatever other drug whumpee injected them with, panics and tries to do something to get away. For example hits Whumper with their head, scratches them with their nails and so on.
Then whumper decides to resort to more violent methods.
ahhhhh!! i love this so much! there's just something so so good about a whumper who's all sweet and gentle, but whumpee knows that if they fuck up, they'll be getting punished.
cw slapping, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, drugging, threat of punishment
Whumper smiled down at the figure curled up on the bed beside them. Whumpee always looked so peaceful when they slept, none of the worrying or overthinking or anxiety they were prone to. The drugs helped, of course—that was why Whumper did it in the first place. They liked making sure their angel got a good night’s sleep, without the nightmares or insomnia that had plagued them when Whumper first started caring for them.
A soft, sleepy noise came from Whumpee as they stirred awake. Their eyes fluttered open, but the expression on their face wasn’t the contented one Whumper was used to seeing—it was panic.
“Whoa, hey,” they said when Whumpee began flailing. “Calm down, honey, it’s just me.”
Their words seemed to startle Whumpee even more, and they jerked away from the hand Whumper placed on their cheek. “W-wha...”
“Whumpee,” they said, voice more stern. “Stop freaking out. You’re okay.”
“Nng.” Whumpee groaned, trying to bat Whumper’s hands away. In their disoriented state, they ended up smacking Whumper right in the face.
“Shit,” they hissed, backing away. “That hurt.”
Whumpee was still breathing heavily but their eyes started to focus, and a fresh wave of terror washed over them as they realized what they did. “Oh my god,” they whispered, voice still raspy from sleep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t...”
Whumper grabbed a fistful of their hair and yanked them up, Whumpee’s little whimper of pain only fueling their anger. “You’re such an ungrateful brat. I feed you, clothe you, let you sleep in my bed, I cuddle you like you asked, and this is the thanks I get?”
Whumpee was sobbing pathetically by then, pleading as much with their teary eyes as their words. “Please, I'm sorry,” they choked out, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, it was an accident...I’m sorry, I—”
Their begging was cut off when Whumper’s hand connected with their face, hard. Shocked silence followed—they had never hit Whumpee before. Neither of them knew how to react.
After a moment, they pulled Whumpee into their arms, holding them close as they sniffled. “I’m sorry, baby,” they murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Whumpee’s head. “You know I never want to hurt you. But you can’t behave like that, okay?”
“I’m sorry,” Whumpee repeated in a small voice. “You’re so good to me, I didn’t...I wanna behave. Just, when I woke up I—I didn’t know...”
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Whumper cooed. Their hand rubbed soothing circles on Whumpee’s back. “I forgive you. But if you ever do something like that again...you’ll be getting a lot worse of a punishment. Do you understand?”
Whumpee whined, nodding slightly. They nestled further into Whumper’s arms for comfort, muttering against their chest, “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Good,” Whumper said. “Now come on, I’m ready for breakfast.”
They went about the rest of their day like normal. Neither of them mentioned the incident from that morning, although Whumpee was even more affectionate and compliant than usual. Whumper, however, was contemplating how much to raise the dose of the sedative they were going to give Whumpee that night.
#aughh it's my favorite dynamic again lol#intimate whumper#conditioned whumpee#poor whumpee just wants to be good#but they're only human#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#drugged whumpee#whump scenario#snippet#request
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"AHHHHH!" Yn screamed loudly as the clown came after her, and she started running away.
"Yn!" Sunghoon yelled, but she ran off to a different room.
They were supposed to collect a key to unlock the door (like the Gose haunted thingy). Yn was trying her best to find the key as Sunghoon followed behind her like a lost dog, but both of them got easily jump-scared.
"Where's the fucking key?" she cursed, but then realized she had a camera on her. "Oh, wait, I'm on camera. My fault," she said, laughing.
She sighed, looking around. "That clown scared the absolute mess out of me. Holy cow, I found the key!" she said excitedly.
"Yn!" Sunghoon yelled, running away from the ghost lady that followed him until a certain point.
She smiled at him. "I FOUND THE KEY!" she yelled as he clapped his hands.
"Hopefully, it's the right key," he said, and she hummed.
"We need to run and unlock the door. We can't walk, or we'll fail," she said, and he nodded as they sprinted fast to the door.
"Come on, Yn, please, oh my gosh," he pleaded.
She unlocked the door as soon as a clown was running towards them. She fell on top of Sunghoon while they both rushed out at the same time.
"Ow," she winced before quickly getting up off of him.
"At least we made it," he groaned as she helped him up.
"Yeah," she said, laughing.
"There was a lady in there. She looked like a normal person. Did you see her too? She didn't say anything; she was just staring," Sunghoon spoke while getting up and dusting himself off.
She nodded. "I saw her. She didn't say anything, so I just bowed and kept walking," Yn hummed.
"You guys put a staff in there or something?" he questioned the other staff behind the camera.
All of them looked at each other before shaking their heads in confusion.
Yn squinted her eyes at them. "I don't know if y'all are lying or not, but either way, that was kind of spooky," Yn laughed as Sunghoon laughed next to her.
They gave their outro speeches to the camera before waving goodbye.
"So tonight," he smirked while wrapping his arms around her shoulder.
She grinned at him before hugging him. "Take me somewhere expensive. Imma make your pockets hurt," she spoke, making him laugh.
"I'll take you somewhere, but we'll have to get takeout until I'm officially with you. And when that day comes, I'll make it special," he winked, making her laugh.
"Yn, Sunghoon? Are you guys in a relationship?" one of the staff asked.
Sunghoon shook his head. "Not right now, but soon," he smiled at the woman.
"You two would look cute. Yn talks about you a lot. I support it!" Yn's stylist spoke, making all of them laugh.
Yn hummed. "I'll see you tonight," she spoke to him before leaving with her manager, who gave her a mean stare.
🎀.
As they strolled through the park, hand in hand, the adrenaline from the adventure slowly faded away, leaving behind a sense of contentment and relief. They found a bench overlooking a serene lake and sat down, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
"I ordered some food. They'll come soon," he spoke, as she nodded while leaning on his shoulder.
While waiting for the food, they engaged in gentle banter, teasing each other about their reactions during the haunted adventure. Laughter filled the air as they playfully recounted their jump scares and shared their thoughts on the eerie atmosphere.
Their takeout arrived, and they spread out a cozy blanket on the grass. They savored the delicious flavors of their meal while enjoying the picturesque view and each other's company.
"Can't believe we have to have a night picnic. There could be a murder looking at us right now," Yn said.
Sunghoon side-eyed her. "Don't speak like that, Yn. I get scared easily, not like Jake, though," he said, making her laugh at the last part.
"Do you think I can take a quick five-minute nap? Or ten minutes?" she questioned him.
He patted his lap and hummed. "Lay your head down, get some quick sleep," he said as she put her head on his lap.
"I wish we didn't have to do this," she said quietly.
He tilted his head while putting some strands of hair in braids. "Do what?" he questioned.
"Be so secretive about our feelings. As much as I want to wait, I want to date you, but I still need a little more time. It shouldn't make sense that we gotta have dates in secret and like late, late night dates. I just want to be comfortable and go with you everywhere without the media freaking out," she ranted to him.
He hummed. "Yn, it's okay. I'll keep waiting for you. Don't rush. I get what you mean, though. It kinda—well, it does suck that we have to do things like this in dark hours. It'll end soon enough. We can go freely with each other," he replied.
She nodded before closing her eyes and going to sleep for a few.
"I promise one day we'll be able to go in public," he said and kissed her forehead.
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Omg I have to see Rooster do this with his brood to entertain them or something it would be so adorable 🥰💜💜💜
Ahhhhh CAN YOU IMAGINE??? You’re just minding your own business, doing some laundry, and you hear giggles and laughter coming from the living room. You walk out to find your husband entertaining your children with his dancing pecks and they’re just all laughing hysterically, they find it so funny. And Rooster just chuckles as your little one tries to grab his nipple. And you’re so confused and lovestruck and just seeing him being such a wonderful father makes you want another baby which NO!! You shake your head, laughing, and Rooster looks up when he hears you. He grins at you, patting his daughter’s head, and there’s a mischievous look in his eye like he can read your thoughts.
“All these toys, and this is what they want to play with,” he says with a shrug.
You snort. “To be quite honest, my toys don’t get much love when you’re around either.” You walk away, holding back a laugh, while Rooster twists his entire body to look at you.
“Woman!” He calls after you as you head back to the bedroom to fold laundry. “There’s still an hour till bedtime, what are you doing to me?”
“You started it!” you call back.
This was super cute anon, thanks for sending it in! ❤️
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Regarding your konjay au, how do you think Tim and Dick would react to what happened between Jay and Kon???
Refering to this ask.
Part of me thinks that Kon and Jason would keep that little affair under wraps. Just a folly of brokenhearted boys that they won't speak of ever again. But also? It's Kon. Poor guy would feel so guilty, like he cheated, so he'd blab about it to Tim out of the blue some days later with no details other than, 'I slept with your brother. Sort of.'
And Tim, in an attempt to be supportive because he's clueless to Kon's feelings, would bear the news with feigned nonchalance. Which would hurt Kon even more because, 'you don't care?' and 'why would I?'
(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
Which is just...devastating to Kon, to say the least. But he smiles and plays it cool and Tim does the same and for the first time ever - it's uncomfortable; it's awkward and unpleasant and both of them want to get away from each other.
Despite what he says though, Tim is not okay. He feels an irrational sense of betrayal and there's only one person Tim wants to take it out on.
Which leads to a vicious and ugly fight with Jason. And look, Tim isn't nice about it. He's hurt and he lashes out in terrible ways. Accusing Jason of using Kon to hurt Tim, that Tim will fuck him up for fucking with Kon's feelings, that Jason has reached new lows to play someone like this. Just so irrationally betrayed that he can't see straight.
Maybe for a time Jason would take it. And because Jason is Jason, he'd probably let Tim think whatever the fuck he wants just to get in his head and because miscommunication is the bat family way, but also? Jason tormenting Tim with a pointed, accusatory: 'why do you care so much?'
And to drive the knife in further: 'It wasn't me who hurt him.'
Which immediately alarms Tim because 'who?' but Jason won't tell him. He just snarls and shoves away from Tim, 'figure it out, Robin.'
But anyway, on to ₊˚⊹♡DickJay✧˖°.:
Because of course Dick hears about the fight between Tim and Jason. Probably from Tim, who was embarrassed for lashing out in such a mean way (and also because f e e l i n g s).
So Dick goes to check in on Jason who has been notably MIA since everything went down. Maybe he finds Jason on patrol and they sit on the ledge of some building overlooking the Alley, or maybe Dick breaks into Jason's house with comfort food and drinks so that they can powwow.
Either way, Jason doesn't fucking want to. Get lost.
But of course Dick isn't deterred. They sit in silence, an easy quiet until the tension in Jason's body ebbs away and it's him that relents with a grumbled, 'well? get on with it.'
Dick isn't there to lecture him or slap him on the wrist though. He's just... confused? Yeah. Confused on why since there was never anything [with Kon] there before. And when Jason retorts with a deadpan, 'rebound sex,' Dick is genuinely flummoxed because Jason isn't a rebound??
And ahhhhh the bittersweet vibes of the moment because Dick is really oblivious to Jason's unrequited feelings for him. And also unintentionally sweet to think Jason is more than a rebound pick-up, something quick and easy and convenient. But yeah, when Jason admits that the rebound was mutual, Dick gets it but is also alarmed because what? Who??
'Doesn't matter.' Jason would say, though he gets cheeky with the saddest of smirks when he tells Dick to hit him up if he's ever looking for a rebound himself.
Extra: Jason anticipating being told to apologize for Tim, but Dick waves him off and makes a truly tone deaf sort of comment about young loves and jealousy and 'you know how it is.' Only to realize as soon as he's said it that, wait. No? Jason missed out on those years, didn't he? And then Dick is perpetually OTL and Jason just pats his back because, 'don't worry about it, big bird. i didn't miss out on anything.'
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I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much
00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it
00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing
00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles
00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??
01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug
01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack
02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious
02:13(What is cba)
02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg
02:44 dans little pat
02:58 phivorce
03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional
03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes
04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.
Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn
04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world
05:23 🍑
05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this
06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy
06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain
06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much
07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that
07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”
07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words
08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake
08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship
09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen
09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.
09:38: dans precious little selfies
09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan
09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????
10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie
10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.
11:02 jump. Scare.
11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.
12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?
12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate
13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why
13:35 jump. Scare.
14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have
15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!
15:20 HOT
16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>
16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them
17:06 omatone :(
18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???
18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him
19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them
19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH
19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan
20:17 this is so familiar
20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain
22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’
23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.
24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy
Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers
#amazingphil#dan and phil#daniel howell#phil lester#dnp#philip lester#dan howell#danisnotonfire#dan and phil renaissance#Daniel and Philip#Daniel Howell and Philip Lester#Wdapteo 2023
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Tears for Fears
a/n: AHHHHH ITS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE!!! PART THREE TO THE OTHER WOMAN SLAYYYY🥳🥳don't worry! there's going to be a part four and it's going to be the last one :) i decided to do a part four cause i didn't want this one to be SUPER long i'm sorry😭😭i hope you guys enjoy and credit to the gif owner! <3
The car ride to the creel house was quiet and tense. All the playful energy that any of the group had was now long gone. The sun was setting and it painted the sky a beautiful orange color. Steve stopped the vehicle in front of the screen house, your heart dropping when you see Lucas, Erica, and Max make their way out.
You grab the sleeve of Max’s jacket causing her to stop and look at you.
“You be safe, okay? Don't let him get you.”
She gave you a sad smile and nodded her head wrapping her arms around you. She wipes away some tears before pulling away and looking up at you.
“Don't do anything stupid, you're kinda all I have left.”
The three of them left the car and you watched from the back window as they walked toward the house until they were out of sight. You look down at the bat that’s resting between your feet and jump when Robin takes a seat next to you.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
You let out a chuckle. “Scared shitless right now. I hate that the kids are alone, one of us should be there right?”
“I don't know, I feel like it's an all-hands-on-deck situation. Ya know?”
You nod your head. You know all too well, you look at robin and feel yourself smile.
“You really dressed for the part, didn't you, cadet?
She fake salutes you.
“Reporting for duty. I feel like if I die today I should die in style.”
“No one is dying today,” Dustin says while looking over at you two. “I'm serious, we're all gonna be fine.”
Eddie appears behind Dustin and places a hand on his head, shaking him around a bit.
“Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to agree with the kid this time.”
You gasp. “Eddie Munson is agreeing with Dustin Henderson?”
“You hear that? I think hell just froze over.” Robin laughed out loud.
You glanced over to the front of the trailer patting on your thighs before standing. You were steady as you made your way to Nancy and Steve, throwing your arms around both seats as you leaned toward the middle.
“Are you sure this is a good plan, Nance?”
She looks over at you and furrows her brows.
“I just feel like we shouldn't have left the kids alone at the creel house. I have a weird feeling they're going to need backup.”
Steve glances at you and clears his throat. “Robin said she feels like we shouldn't be doing this.”
You're frozen to your spot. If two people are feeling uneasy about this should any of you guys be going in? Maybe you can all regroup and come up with a new plan? A million thoughts are running through your head before Nancy's voice rings through your ears.
“We're going to be fine. We can’t back down now, everyone’s lives are on the line. I wouldn't go through with this plan if we had time to come up with something better. This is our only option.”
You and Steve both look at her knowing that she's not going to back down. You don't blame her one bit, if Vecna showed you a vision where your loved ones died you'd be dead set on the plan too. You sigh, ignoring Steve's gaze on you through the rearview mirror, and sit back in your original seat. You're lost in your thoughts until Eddie sits next to you and smiles at you.
“So, you still feel confident about this?”
You consider telling him the truth. You want to tell him how you're not so sure that any of you should be doing this, how you and robin have this terrible feeling sitting in your stomach, but you don't. You don't want to feed Eddie any more fear than what he already has so you lie to him and you make sure it's the best damn lie you've ever told.
“Are you kidding me? Like I said Munson, I've done this three times already. What's another round of saving the world?”
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. You're a good liar, he'll give you that. He decides not to call you out on your lie, he knows you're just as scared as him, maybe even more.
“Can't believe you've been saving the world while teaching me some calculus on the side. I guess I owe you big time for saving my ass from monsters and the wrath of Mr. G.”
You chuckle and shrug your shoulders. Everything he says is going in one ear and coming out the other. You look back at the window again knowing the Creel house is long gone, but you still hope to see the kids safe walking into the building.
“You're worried about them huh?”
“They're just kids, Eddie. They shouldn't have to go through this, and I know they aren't mine but there's this part of me that needs to protect them.”
He nods understanding what you mean. Sure he doesn't know Max or Erica all that well, but seeing them so desensitized to something like this breaks his heart.
Steve parks the trailer and for the first time, you all notice it's completely dark out now. You all sneak out of the trailer and sneak into Eddie's, thanking the universe that the darkness hid you all from onlookers. You all walk towards the makeshift rope that's made of sheets and look up into the Upside down. Steve drops his backpack on the floor and tugs at the sheets.
“Be careful.” You mumble to him.
He looks over at you and sends a small smile your way, he doesn't even care that he's staring death in the face anymore. You finally talked to him.
“Here goes nothing.”
Your heart pounds as you watch Steve climb through the enormous hole in the ceiling and disappear within a second. He does a flip, landing on his feet effortlessly reminding you of a cat, and looks up at the group shrugging his shoulders.
“Wow, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin mumbles mostly to herself. You and Nancy let out a giggle and cover it with a cough. Your attention is drawn back to the hole as Steve grunts while throwing a mattress down on the ground for everyone to land on.
“Alright, let's go.”
Robin squats down intertwining her fingers together to give Nancy a small boost. You smile at the quick friendship the girls made and watch as Nancy makes her way through the portal landing on the mattress with a small oof. You try your hardest not to roll your eyes as Steve helps pull Nancy up, leaving only inches between them.
You and Dustin grab the bags that are on the floor and launch them up giving each other a high five when they land on the mattress Steve laid out. Eddie makes his way toward the sheet and lands on the bed with wide eyes. He's looking up at the rest of you guys smiling at how cool this would be if it wasn't a life or death situation. One by one each of you makes your way to the upside down with you being the last one. You land on the mattress still not used to the feeling of traveling through some weird portal to another dimension but you'll wrap your head around it eventually.
You sit up a bit and look between Eddie and Steve's outreach hands, both of them ready to help you up. You look up at them and notice them staring at each other silently asking each other what they're doing. Robin rolls her eyes and grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you up to her.
“Get your head in the game lover boys, we're literally about to save the world! Fight for the girl after this.”
Your cheeks get hot and Eddie and Steve are stumbling over their words claiming they just wanted to help you up. You each walk out of the trailer getting ready for your parts of the plan before Steve turns around to face you, Dustin, and Eddie.
“Hey, guys, listen,” Steve starts. “If things here start to go south at all, you abort. Okay?” Draw attention to the bats, keep them busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.”
He looks at Dustin and Eddie. “Don't try to be cute,” His eyes lock with yours. “and don't try to be a hero or something okay? You guys are just-”
“Decoys,” Dustin says while rolling his eyes. “Don't worry, you can be the hero Steve.”
“Absolutely,” Eddie chimes in. “I mean look at us, we are not heroes.”
You snort. “Speak for yourselves. I've saved all of your asses at least once.”
Steve chuckles at your response and begins to walk away from the three of you. It finally sinks into your head that this could be the last time you see him. With the terrible feeling in your gut only getting worse you can't help but run after him and grab his hand. Steve turns around to face you, his facial expression giving away the little shock he's experiencing.
“You have a bad habit of losing fights.”
“Really? That's what you want to say?” he whispers.
Tears are welling in your eyes as you shake your head. “Don't lose this fight, Steve. Please.”
He pulls you into his chest and gives you a tight hug.
“I'll see you when we win, okay?”
You pull away, wiping the tears that managed to escape, and nod your head.
“I’m still pissed at you,” you say over your shoulder while walking back to Eddie and Dustin.
“Tell me about it when this is over!”
You smile at Eddie and Dustin grabbing the bat you've had since the beginning of all of this shit and look back at your friends who are walking away from you.
“Hey, Steve?” Eddie shouts.
Steve turns around to face him.
“Make him pay.”
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You, Dustin, and Eddie all work together trying your best to cover every window the trailer has. Dustin is running around giving you as many boards as he can while you're drilling them into the trailer.
“So,” Eddie says, appearing behind you while hanging you a screw. “You and Harrington?”
“Pretty sure that ship has sailed,” you mumbled out while stepping back and admiring your work.
“No, yeah. That's cool, I was just wondering is all.”
Dustin stood next to you two and made a face at Eddie.
“Dude, are you trying to see if she's single while our lives are on the line?”
Eddie and Dustin bicker back and forth and you tune them out while walking around the trailer to see if you guys missed any spots. Once you saw every nook and cranny was covered you went back to your original spot, resting your hands on your hips. Thunder booms across the sky as a flash of red follows close behind.
“Not bad,” you mumble to yourself.
“Not bad at all.” Dustin follows. You're standing between the two as you all look at each other and smile. A chuckle escapes Eddie as he throws an arm over your shoulder.
“Now for the fun part.”
The three if you burst into the trailer trying not to disturb the hive mind. Eddie stands in the doorway in shock as he looks at the beautiful sight before him.
“Jesus Christ….” he trails off.
Dustin chuckles at his older friend as he takes a step forward toward the object that was calling his name.
“It's like…she was destined for an alternate dimension.”
A small laugh escapes from you as Eddie reaches for his guitar with a smile on his face.
“What do you say you two? Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”
Eddie turns around to face you both and you take a step forward.
“That a rhetorical question?”
Eddie smiles at you both as he puts the guitar strap around his shoulder and slings it so that it's resting on his back.
“Let's do it.”
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“Uh, I don’t mean to freak anyone out, but I swear we've seen this tree before,” Robin says in a shaky voice.
“That's impossible.” Nancy says trying to catch up to her newly made friend.
“That would suck, right? If Vecna destroyed the world cause we got lost in the woods?”
“We're not lost, Robin.”
She let out a nervous chuckle and walked ahead of Steve and Nancy.
“Robin, hey,” Steve said.
“Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?”
“THANK YOU!” Robin shouted while sprinting away from them.
“Ah, don't worry about her, she's just stressed. You know, scared.” Steve said quietly.
Nancy chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”
The two of them walked in silence. They weren't really sure what to talk about but they also kept an ear out for Robin in case she ran into trouble.
“It's just…” Nancy started.
“She's a super klutz?” Steve finished.
She let out a laugh and nodded her head.
“She did tell me it took her longer to walk than most babies.”
“I really shouldn't laugh. When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.”
“Crawled backwards?” Nancy questioned.
He nods his head. “You know, I’d push back on my hands like this,” he said while making a beeping noise. “Always in reverse, you know?”
Nancy stays silent trying her hardest not to laugh. She missed this, a part of her will always miss Steve and how…easy it was with him. It all just came naturally, well, not all of it.
“Come on, it makes sense. Push to move right?”
“No, no, it doesn't make sense.”
Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Well, it did to my tiny Harrington brain, and to y/n.”
A beat of silence passes.
“Actually, I think she laughed at me too.”
“Smart girl.”
Steve chuckles at the thought of you.
“Of course, it made sense till I backed myself up down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.”
Steve swears he can hear your voice saying that explains so much, or maybe it was Nancy but he just wanted it to be you. Either way, he responds.
“I think it does. I think, like, right off the bat I'm super confident, but I'm also an idiot.” His mind trails back to the arguments you two have had these last couple of days, the two of you too wrapped up in the end of the world to talk it out like usual.
“It's a brutal combination,” Nancy says.
“The good news is, if I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know?”
Nancy nods her head agreeing with him.
“Do you think she meant anything when she told me not to lose?”
“Besides not dying?” Nancy chuckled.
Steve shook his head not listening to what she was saying.
“How did I not see it? This whole time, she's been in love with me and I never knew. Now, I might lose her to Eddie. Eddie of all people! I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy, and has nice hair. Not as nice as mine but it's nice. I just never heard her talk about him.”
Nancy looks at Steve. “What do you usually talk about when you hang out?”
Steve shrugs his shoulders.
“I'd usually talk about my dates, or about some girl who gave me her number at work-” Steve stops talking and stands frozen in his spot.
“Something tells me you just had an epiphany.”
Steve groans quietly and starts to walk again. “I'm such an idiot.”
“At least you're learning.”
More comfortable silence is shared between them as they keep their eyes on the ground trying their best not to step on the vines.
“Thank you,” Steve said quickly.
“Thank me?”
“Yeah.”
“For?”
Steve smiles at her and for the first time, it's almost a normal smile. There's a little love behind his eyes, not as much as before and his hand isn't yearning to hold hers, but part of him still wants to, and he might even start to grasp at the fact that Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington are a ship that set sail a long time ago.
“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life two years ago.”
Nancy’s heart drops at the subtle mention of the messy breakup. She doesn't tell anyone but she regrets ending it that way, Steve was so good to her and he didn't deserve to have his heart ripped out like that. She knows she should've been sober and a conversation should've been shared, but life had other plans.
“I needed it,” Steve said. “It was life-changing, and now I'm crawling forward.”
Nancy wears a bittersweet smile on her face. She's happy for Steve, he’s moving on as he rightfully should, but now it's confirmed that it's an end of an era. Long gone are the days of Steve and Nancy and she's scared of what the future holds for them. Will they even be friends or will they both always have a soft spot for each other?
While Nancy is lost in her thoughts Steve is lost in his. He can't help but wonder if maybe he met you a little sooner, would things be different? Would he have even been friends with Tommy and carol? Would he have ever met Nancy? Hell, maybe none of this upside down shit would ever even exist. Steve knows that he wouldn't change a thing in his life besides a few handful of things but he silently hopes that somewhere in another universe he meets you sooner than later.
Steve glances at Nancy out of the corner of his eye and clears his throat. He still has so much to say to her and he's tired of holding things in only to regret not saying them. What better time to tell your ex that you still have hope you'll get back together while being partially in love with your best friend?
“Do you remember the dream I told you about?”
Nancy and Steve stopped walking and stared at each other.
“About the Winnebago? Seeing the country with my six little nuggets?”
Nancy smiles at him, a real smile. The kind that reaches her eyes and lights up even the darkest room.
“It's all true. Every last word.”
No. Nancy thinks to herself. It's not supposed to be like this, things were going so well.
“But I left one part out.”
“Stop it, Steve.”
“It's the most important part.”
“Steve, stop it,” she whispers.
“You're there.”
Nancy is at a loss for words. It's like Steve took two steps forward and one giant step back.
“You've always been there.” And it's true. When it came down to it like really came down to it, Steve knows that there's always going to be a Nancy-shaped hole in his heart. Maybe it's because of how things ended between them or maybe it's because she's genuinely the first woman Steve has ever truly loved, but he can't seem to let her go. He knows the tighter you hold onto someone the more they begin to slip away but he can't stop, and Steve is at a fork in the road cause, on one hand, he wants Nancy back. He wants to show her that he’s matured and has his head on his shoulders, on the other hand, he wants you. He needs you.
Nancy never gave Steve the love he deserved. You've always told him that and recently it's all you've been telling him. Hell, even Nancy told him herself! You've always been there for him in ways nobody else has and Steve treasures you for that, he just has a shitty way of showing it and he hates himself for that.
Nancy looks down at her feet refusing to meet Steve's eyes and she can tell from the quick change in the atmosphere that it's finally sinking into Steve's head.
Nancy Wheeler no longer wanted anything to do with Steve Harrington. She hates to say it, she really does but if she has to break his heart all over again for him to fully move on and stop self-sabotaging potential relationships, then she will.
“HEY, GUYS?”
Nancy jumped back from Steve and looked at an out-of-breathe Robin with concern on her face.
“You guys! Awesome news!” Robin panted out.
“Looks like we weren't going the wrong way after all.”
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“I just had a crazy realization,” Eddie said from the top of the trailer. You catch the wire that Dustin throws up at you and set it aside to help him up.
“Oh really?” You grunted out. “What's that?”
“So the songs save us from vecna right?”
“That's the theory, yeah,” Dustin said while standing next to you.
Eddie puts his hands in the air and lets out a chuckle.
“Why didn't we get a list of everyone's favorite songs before we came here?”
You and Dustin stand in silence.
“I mean, sure we can't all carry a walkman, but if we hear the lyrics of our favorite song that's kinda like a get out of jail card, right?”
“Damn…” you mumbled.
“What song would save you?” Dustin asked, looking at Eddie.
Eddie held up his guitar. “I'm about to play it.”
Dustin and Eddie turn toward you silently asking. You shrug your shoulders.
“Probably head over heels. What about you dusty?”
“Never-ending story.”
You let out a groan. “I'll pay you to not sing that song again.”
“What does she mean again?”
You let out a gasp and look between Dustin and Eddie with a smile on your face.
“Don't!”
“He doesn't know?!”
“Know what?”
“Of course, he doesn't know! Why would I tell him that?!”
You let out a laugh and shake your head. “Don't worry rockstar, I'll tell you later.”
Dustin glares at you muttering under his breath while he gets everything ready for the plan. Everyone goes back to doing their own thing and Eddie stands beside you and clears his throat.
“So, head over heels?”
You hum. “That, or everybody wants to rule the world.”
“I'm guessing you're a tears for fears fan?”
“The biggest actually. They're geniuses!”
Eddie snorts and shakes his head. “I wouldn't say all that now.”
“Well, we're all entitled to our own opinions!” You threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a little shake while laughing. “Even if they're wrong.”
Eddie playfully rolls his eyes and plays with the strings of his guitar. “I heard they're having a concert a couple of towns over.”
You sigh. “Yeah, I tried getting some but it's impossible.”
Eddie smiles at your answer. “What if I told you that I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows some other guy, who knows a guy that can score some tickets?”
You laugh a genuine laugh. “I'd say you're full of shit.”
“Well, how about you find out after all of...this.” He said while gesturing to the upside down. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
Your cheeks heat up and you look down at your dirty shoes with a smile on your face.
“If I didn't know any better, I’d think you're asking me on a date.”
Eddie nervously scratches the back of his neck and shrugs his shoulders. “Figured I'd give it a shot since we could be dying.”
“Seriously?” Dustin scoffed. “We're in the middle of saving the world and you're asking y/n on a date?! Do you not have your priorities?!“
“I'll bring you back a shirt.”
Dustin stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head.
“Have fun on your date you two. I expect her home by 9.”
“The concert starts at 8.” Eddie chuckled out.
“Did I say nine? I meant tomorrow. Actually, you can just keep her.”
Eddie glances at you and lets out a small cough. “So what do you say? Friday at 8?”
You bite your lip, part of you wants to go with Eddie. Hell, he's made this whole thing feel normal so far, but what about Steve? You're pretty positive nothing is going to happen there, especially now that he's with Nancy. You don't want to use Eddie as some kind of rebound, that's the last thing you want. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some kind of feelings for the infamous dungeon lord. He was funny, never afraid to say what was on his mind, and he was so nice to look at.
“Yeah, Friday at eight.”
Your attention is quickly taken away from each other when you hear Dustin talking into the Walkie.
“Copy that. Initiating phase three.”
Dustin looked at the two of you and nodded his head. You grabbed your bat ready to hit the bats that would soon be coming toward you and Dustin grabs the outlet that was resting on the trailer and plugs it in.
“Let's hope they hear this.” You mumble under your breath.
Dustin turns one of the knobs on the amp and nods his head toward Eddie giving him the go. Eddie takes a shaky breath and pulls off the guitar pick necklace that he always wears.
“Chrissy, this is for you.”
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who dat b
girlfriend!yuna x fem!reader
word count: 642
warnings: jealous yuna, established relationship, reader is a simp for another idol and yuna is not having it, argument, reader makes up with yuna, praise and fluff, suggestive ending, teasing yuna = dom!yuna <3, i mean no disrespect to jessi but i simp for her so she'll be mentioned here as the idol you simp :3
a/n: this was part of a fanfic exchange idea, i made this for @ryuttaeng based on this prompt list, hope you like it anastasia and fellow anons/followers <3
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"yuna yuna yuna!!! look!!! jessi unnie came out with a new song!! did you hear it?"
"jessi unnie has the sexiest body ever on the planet, true mommy material!" (facts)
"yuna jessi unnie is so sweet did you see what she did at the music bank?"
"oh jessi is perfect! just look at her!" holding your phone up you show yuna a photo of jessi from her latest instagram post. rolling her eyes yuna gives you a fake smile and gets up to grab something from the kitchen. "oh wait she's doing a live now!!" eagerly clicking the notification you watch with awe as your idol appears on the phone screen talking about her day and thanking the fans for everything. "oh unnie the things you do to my poor little heart ahhhhh~!!" squealing you hit a pillow holding on tightly to your phone when a loud noise startles you. turning your direction to the kitchen you see yuna's fist on the fridge door, her eyebrows furrowed.
"can you stop talking about them for one second? because frankly, i don't give a fuck about them or what they do to your poor little heart." with teeth bared she stomps over to the room leaving you frozen on the couch. jessi's voice wakes you up from your trance you look over at the open door and then back at your phone wondering if you should let yuna cool down or comfort immediately. turning off your phone you rush over to the room and see your girlfriend hugging your pillow, biting your lip you enter the room and take a seat next to her your heart racing faster than normal.
"babe..." turning over to face the wall you sigh and think of what to say, patting her thigh softly you wait a moment and then continue speaking. "you know she's just an idol i admire and not the person i love the most." seeing her shift her weight to face you better you take it as a sign to keep going.
"of course i would gush about my idol she's someone i support, you're the person i adore and cherish. you're the reason i get up in the morning and want to keep living." squeezing her thigh you watch her scowl turn into a doleful look. "your eyes make my heart race every time you glance my way. your lips are softer than cotton candy and if i dare say taste better too. your nose is perfect to rub against mine and to kiss when you're down or looking cute. don't even get me started on your fingers babe yuna your fingers make me-" covering your mouth with her hand you see yuna trying to bite back a smile from growing.
"shut up i understand already. were you shakespeare in your past life?" grumbling your ecstatic look makes yuna remove her hand and loosen her grip on the pillow. with a teasing tone, you poke her cheek and lean close to whisper into her ear.
"you should've let me finish babe." guiding her hand down to your throbbing pussy yuna inhales sharply at how much heat she could feel coming from your core. "give me a chance to prove what you do to my heart...after jessi's live stream though~" bragging you jump out of bed and make your way to the door, moving quickly yuna grabs the belt loop of your jeans and drags you back to lay on the bed. with a hungry look, she towers over you.
"and just where do you think you're going kitten?" squirming from her hand cupping your clit her cheeky smile that makes you blush. "let's get that heart racing now."
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Book 3 — Chapter 35
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Yeah Leona. Could say the same to you bitch
Also the fuck does Jade mean? Azul’s still in shock?? Was he not holding up 8 fingers???? Ahhhhh
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FLOYD PLEASE
These two really have two completely separate ways to go about the situation huh. Jade is trying to make sure Azul is okay while Floyd is just immediately reminding him how much he just embarrassed himself
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Yeah fucking I didn’t think it was possible. Azul deserves at least a lil praise for the shit he made cause if even Grim can get an A, who can’t
And Jack’s right. Do your own work friendos. And if you need help, get it from anyone but Azul
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Ohhhhhh boo hoo Azul. Awww poor baby awwwwww boooooo
This fucking man lol. Just accept the friggin compliments!
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HAHAHA. Deserved. Jade and Floyd are great. Also bro Azul an NDA? Really??? Bold of you to assume that would stop them
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NAH HAND THAT SHIT OVER AND LEMME LOOK AT CUTE LITTLE AZUL BABY!
I’m very sad there’s no official smol Azul or tweel photos *starts manifesting baby art in the Octavinelle manga*
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HE IS SO CUTE! I JUST WISH I COULD SEE IT!
Also I have no idea what Ruggie is saying. Is he just saying Azul’s a little chub? Cause the whole “holding the pic at an angle” bit confuses me
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Yeah I wouldn’t have pegged Deuce as the one to be so passionate about Azul’s desire to bury his cute chubby past.
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Yeah, Azul! God when did Grim learn to say smart things? Also damn Azul is dedicated to getting rid of every photo. Though I assume his mom has an underwater scrapbook somewhere with a bunch more photos
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*pat pat* Yeah please don’t be too hung up, Azul. Past is the past. Mans really needs to not let his cute little chub self get to his head because he’s a completely different person now and goddamn he needs therapy just like everyone else
I love Floyd too. Azul has just gone through what’s probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and Floyd over here talking about how nommy Azul used to be. Never change bro
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Hello, it's me again! Got another cute image for Brahms! Imagine him nuzzling like a cat, constantly wanting his hair to be played with or simply having someone's fingers brush through them.
Hello hello hi hello. I absolutely love this ahhhhh. This man makes me so soft, I can’t -
|| Head petting head canons with Brahms Heelshire ||
Brahms doesn’t even try to hide how touch starved he is.
You could be busy with something, and he would come behind you, hugging you tight.
Even if his hug hinders your movements, he will not let go until he gets his fill.
You do not really mind, honestly. A part of you also enjoy the obvious power you have over this man. You can get anything out of him in exchange for some head patting.
When you ran your fingers through his dark locks for the first time, he was sold.
That was it.
New favorite thing ever.
He will go out of his way to take your hand, press it on his head, and wait for you to play with the strands.
If you guys are on the couch, he will lay his head on your lap. Brahms won’t get up until he feels like you gave him enough pat.
Let’s be honest, Brahms’ hair was full of tangles before you started taking care of him.
He was very bratty when you tried to remove the knots and tangles, because he didn’t like the pulling sensation.
But now, he sits through the brushing session without flinching, just enjoying your fingers rubbing against his scalp.
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just reread nothing to lose and i am once again thinking about "pran doesn’t listen to his parents about much, right?" pran doesn't listen to his parents about much... pran doesn't listen to his parents about much... AHHHHH!!!
also thinking about how the week I finished bad buddy I was like PRAN ELLA ENCHANTED AU and just rotating this in my mind along with that concept. idk if you have read ella enchanted but as a possible prompt— a bad buddy, pran cursed with obedience! au
HEY. YOU SENT THIS MONTHS AGO AND I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT WEEKLY SINCE. 🥰
first: thank you ily, im glad you like that tiny little au it's one of my favourite pocket-universes <3
second: main fic coming in... hopefully the next couple of weeks? meanwhile here is a scattered little multi-pov intro to the fic i HAVE been calling "ella enpranted" xoxo
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“Listen to me, Pran,” his mother says.
He does, because she’s his mother, and he does because he has to.
Concern etched into the lines of her face, deep deep worry and upset in her eyes, she orders him, “Stay away from that boy as much as you can,” and Pran will, because he has to.
As much as he can.
…
It’s hard to track him down this week – sometimes Pran gets skittish – but Pat finds him on Wednesday! It’s just been art, and Pat is taking the not-allowed-but-whatever shortcut that goes behind and around the weird little separate building that’s been used for art since they switched where all the languages rooms are, and there-
“Pran!” he calls, running over.
As he does, Pran’s head jerks up and he looks over and his eyes go wide, face startled, but he doesn’t look mad so Pat knows he’s only stashing his books away because he likes an escape route, he’s not mad at Pat.
So, Pat grabs the folder furthest from Pran and picks it up, flipping through and seeing a bunch of physics notes in Pran’s neat handwriting and smooth, black ink, because Pran never seems to have a pen go dry in the middle of writing anything, it’s all so even and careful.
Pran reaches out for it, then his hand freezes like an inch away from it and he says, “Pat, give that back.”
“No,” Pat says, but he’s smiling at Pran and Pran smiles back.
Shaking his head and turning – saying with his shoulders I’m not waiting for you and saying with the half smile but you can follow me if you want, I guess, it’s whatever – Pran says, “I need the folder back at some point.”
“I’ll give it back later,” Pat agrees.
Pran runs off when he doesn’t have something hostage, but he’s never mad about Pat taking his stuff. It’s just a game they play.
…
“Has someone told you to do something you don’t want to?”
She’s genuinely concerned, he knows that.
But she hasn’t ordered him to be honest, so he’s got enough leeway to not say you, Mae, it’s always you, because that would hurt her feelings and it wouldn’t change anything anyway, and Pran instead says, “The teacher assigned us both to be in the band,” and lets her remember all that trial and error, years ago, when they had to figure out how the orders worked.
Pran’s parents know that his too-powerful, too-flighty aunt’s gift was for them, so their orders normally take precedence over anyone else’s; they also know that their later orders take precedence over earlier ones, unless they specifically build something in, like telling him to disregard later ones that contradict the one they’re making right now. This pause is, he’s sure, letting his mother remember telling him to always consider teachers’ orders to outweigh all but a select few of her own.
Of course, most of what Pran’s figured out, he hasn’t told them.
Or even written down.
It’s safer to keep what he knows to himself.
His mother closes her eyes, nods, and says, “I suppose it couldn’t be avoided at that school.”
Pran wishes he had any way of stopping what comes next.
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Dissaya’s son is honest, kind, and good.
Those are things she knows about him, things that she needs to protect and nourish and help to grow, and things that can’t be poisoned in him the way they were in her. She doesn’t like making him sad, dragging him away from his friends, but Pran is so vulnerable.
Moreso because of the gift.
It made her heart freeze in her chest the first time she saw him on the playground, some smaller child cheering him on, Higher! Higher, and the face of frozen fear on Pran’s face not even slightly getting in the way of how high he was swinging-
She still shudders to think of it.
Her sister-in-law was unrepentant when she called. Of course a gift of obedience doesn’t stop at the walls of their household, she’d laughed, but it’s always going to be stronger for family, isn’t that nice?
It’s not in her nature to yell, really, especially not at her husband’s beloved little sister, but she made an exception that day.
And then she had started to plan.
The idea that her careful planning and careful instructions to Pran haven’t been enough, haven’t kept him safe…
She’s never a coward except when it comes to Pran.
Dissaya sends him away.
…
It’s not written down, not anywhere, but Pran has a list of things he knows to be true about his gift.
His parents’ gift.
If his parents tell him, directly, to do something, he can’t help but do it. There’s no resisting directly, from the second he hears the order he begins to carry it out.
Physically impossible orders are an absolute exception – they arrive at Pran’s ears like normal, non-magical words, just the way a normal sentence works for anyone else on earth. He won’t try to fly if someone tells him to.
If anyone outside his family tells him directly to do something possible, it depends on what his parents have said first, but normally… he has to do it.
Pat telling him to race counts.
Pat whining at him to stop ignoring him also counts.
Pran has some leeway in deciding what counts.
In fact, Pran decides what an order means. He can know his parents meant one thing, but if the actual words they used mean something else… Pran can pick, kind of. Only kind of. He’s been experimenting with those limits for years.
The final part of it, the part that he’s known from the start and can never let himself forget or forgive, is the part that’s least useful and most essential.
8. It’s not a gift.
Because Pran has those old orders – keep yourself safe, don’t hurt others, and always prioritise teachers over other kids – and they make something like a shield, but one that it hurts to hold. The order to ignore other people’s orders no matter what never, never worked.
They must be physically impossible. Or something like that.
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HIYAA!I SAW YOU DO MASHUPS AND GOT SUPER DUPER EXCITED :DDDD
can I pls request a hazbin hotel matchup???
Ok so, ✨️description of me✨️
I am 5'7, and a panromantic demisexual he/him boi, but I dress very androgynous.
Im *technically* an introvert, bc I'm very quiet and like to be alone unless I'm around the people I know and are my friends.. then I'm the loudest mf you'll meet. And I'm very,, i woulsnt say shameless, but just don't think before I speak a lot (adhd)
Im overall very kind, and very chaotic. I've been told by friends I'm a mix of chaotic aunt/mom friend.
Im also very, very stubborn. If I set my mind on something, best believe I will do it. I also won't let people talk trash on those I care for, and am loyal to a fault but suck at verbally expressing how much people mean to me so ✨️✨️acts of service and random pats or hugs or high fives✨️✨️
Im also very blunt. Won't hesitate to say what I think or my boundaries, but sometimes I'll bite my tongue if I feel the convo would end bad. The bluntness goes up by 100 if I'm tired. (Im always very, very tired no matter how much sleep I get)
I love to read, write, draw and crochet, and do lots of "grandma crafts".OH I also love love love music I am never without headphones
I also am a angel kinnie, if that gives you any personal insight on my ✨️mentality✨️ (bc I don't wanna get into that)
Uhhh idrk what to put in descriptions for like a matchup,, never really done this before so I hope this is enough
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Anywhizzle
HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT ILY(/P) THABK YOU LISTENING TO ME RANT TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF I APPRECIATE YOU BESTIEEEE!!!!!!
AHHHHH HELLOOOO OFC YOU CAN GET A MATCHUP YOU ADORABLY SWEET AND KIND ANON !! i love it when people come into my ask box with a shit ton of energy haha!! i definitely hope to see you in my ask box more often :) also dw i got your other ask about the style section but i deviddd i had enough to go off of so dw your good man, anywho, i had to think about this, but i ended up going with…
Velvette !!
Velvette, I can see being similar to you, but also balancing you out
When she first met you were a bit quiet and timid, but when that loud motherfucker came out to say hello she was SHOOK, not in a bad way, but god damn, kitty’s got claws!
She’s also very stubborn so that either works well with you too or it just doesn’t lmao
She loves your little random pats and high fives but she wasn’t expecting them at first, when you patted her head for the first time she kinda just looked at you with a “😀❓” look on her face😭
Velvette’s also quite blunt and would probably be open about her wants and needs so it’s safe to say you both have a very open and communicative relationship
#reqs open#x reader#mio’s writing ! ☆#mio’s matchups ! ☆#fanfiction#x y/n#x you#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x y/n#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin velvette#velvette x reader#velvette
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I would like to share the carole x charlie x penny agenda. I have no idea how it would work in canon, maybe Goose lives and gets a job in DC but him and Carole don't work out and get divorced, Carole gets with Charlie and Goose either gets a transfer to somewhere else and ends up with Slider (maybe Mav too, Ice if he's up to it). Penny's dad was transferred to DC but got ill, she goes to care for him and ends up meeting Carole again and is introduced to Charlie and they all mutually fall in love. Bradley ends up with like 7 parents lol
AHHHHH okay that's great 👀 the slider/goose/ice/mav isn't my jam but on the other hand carole/penny/charlie have me👀👀👀
Maybe it goes after Goose survives hop 31 and things are a little strained because he does want to keep working in the Navy and Carole doesn't so maybe they find a compromise? And move upstate and Carole is happy but Goose not particularly because he misses the ocean and so they split, even if they tried really hard not too, and Carole finds Charlie in the most random of places, in a library, and a thing gets to the other and they statt dating.
And maybe Penny is young, on her twenty, and bright eyes because she just got in to college/come for her dad and she knows these two women because Mav talked about Goose and Carole to an extent and her dad couldn't stop talking about how lucky they were to have Charlie teaching, so when she meets them she is a little shy because they are older, more experienced and with at least ten years on her. She gets a little hot and bothers by the whole thing, but she likes them both sooo much she just has to try, doesn't she?
And yep, Bradley passes from divorced parents to her mother and her two girlfriends and his dad and his boyfriend (both still in the Navy) AND and uncle and his boyfriend that basically make seven parents. *pat pat* to teenager Bradley.
#carole x penny x charlie#-> yES#everytime i get to icemav+someone elses my brain goes: [armadillo] nope bye#but👀👀#bradley and an army of parents 👀👀👀#bradley calling carole mom charlie mama and penny aunt bc she is to young to be a mother 😂#goose is dad while slider is papa#uncle mav and uncle ice#their genealogical tree is going to be a mess
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Spirited Pursuit
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Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Summary: Y/N's father recently committed suicide, leaving her the sole guardian of her little sister. Only: she is convinced that he was murdered. The local police don't take her seriously, but Sam and Dean Winchester, who are just taking a little pit-stop in town, believe her. The boys later discover that this is the work of a very angry spirit, and Y/N is the next target.
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W.C: 6688
Warnings: Suicide, smut, casual smoking.
A/N: Ahhhhh I'm so excited for this, my friend helped me make up this plot so it's extra good! Also Dean is whipped bro. My friend kept making fun of my spelling errors while writing this so I emailed King Charles, Melania Trump, and Joe Biden. Do not know if the summary is good but we'll see ig. Cope.
Y/N swerved into the driveway, November Rain blaring through her shitty sedan. Her little sister Mandy sat huddled in the passenger seat, hugging her knees to her chest and having that usual sour teenage girl aura. “Do you have to play it that loud?” She moaned, pressing her hands to her ears. She grinned widely and patted the steering wheel “Of course I do, rock is meant to be played loudly.” She mused.
“God, this song sucks, play Destiny’s Child or something,” Mandy said, rolling her eyes. Y/N wrinkled her nose and turned down the volume on the radio as the song ended. “Now for that attitude, you can get the goddamn groceries. I’m gonna get started on dinner.” She said as she pushed the car door open.
She flicked on the light switch, glancing up at the light fixture as it flickered erratically. In fact, all the lights in the room were flickering, flashing on and off until she groaned and just turned them on. Y/N had just bought new bulbs and they were already dying on her.
Y/N could vaguely hear Mandy over the sizzling in the pan place the bags of groceries on the kitchen table before going upstairs to tell their dad they were home. A blood-curdling scream cut through the air and Y/N flinched, dropping the spatula that was in her hand and flipped off the stovetop before sprinting upstairs. “Mandy!” She yelled, her hand grasping the stair railing as she pulled herself up the last step.
Her sister had her back pressed against the door opposite the entrance to their father’s room, her face etched with pure horror. “Mandy! What the fuc-.” Her mouth gaped open and she shakily clapped her hand over it as her eyes laid upon the aftermath of their father’s suicide via shotgun.
Sam and Dean stepped out of the Impala, their boots making a disgusting crunch as they made contact with the wet gravel. Dean paid no mind to it, Sam on the other hand cringed and wrinkled his nose. “This place sucks.” He said as he dragged his eyes up to the dingy motel before them. It just looked like it had a rat problem. “Not the worst place we’ve ever stayed, Sammy.”
“I’m a grown man, Dean. Don’t call me Sammy.” He huffed.
“Alright Mr. Grumpy Pants, let’s just go to bed then.” Dean scoffed.
“Fuck you! You fuckin’ pig!” Cut through the air. Dean blinked his eyes open, suddenly startled awake by angry screeching from outside the room. His brows furrowed as he shot up, rubbing his eyes with the butt of his palm. He had no idea what time it was but could only assume it was late in the morning because Sam’s bed was empty. He couldn’t quite make out the rest of the angry shrill yelling as he pulled on a shirt and pants before rushing out the door.
The sight before him was quite… amusing. There was a dishevelled-looking young woman, frantically waving her arms in the air as she yelled at a group of policemen. The string of profanities leaving her mouth would leave a sailor shocked.
“You know damn well my dad didn’t kill himself! Especially you,” She pointed to a greying brunette man with a beer belly and narrowed her eyes at him. “Paul.” She spat. “You were his hunting buddy! And you know an angle like that with a shotgun is pretty much fucking impossible!”
“Y/N, if you don’t calm down I’ll have to arrest you and you know I don’t want to do that,” Paul warned. She pursed her lips together and eyed each of the men, her glare icy and quite threatening. She slapped her thighs and shook her head in disbelief “Fine! Go eat shit bastards!” Y/N screamed as she stomped over to her red shitbox.
Dean’s brows raised almost comically as he watched the entire thing go down, his eyes following her as she marched to her car. Abruptly she turned and seemed to finally notice his presence. “The fuck are you lookin’ at?! Freak!” She yelled from across the parking lot. He apologetically raised his hands and went back to his room.
It was a couple of hours later when Sam finally came back, Dean sat up in bed, his hands on his thighs as he squinted at his brother. “Where the hell were you?”
“Calm down, I think I’ve got a lead for a case.” He began. Dean squinted at him “We’ve been here… for thirteen hours… and you have a case?” He asked.
“Shut up,” He retorted.
Dean raised his hands in mock surrender and grinned “Hey, I’m all ears. What have you got?” Sam sat on the edge of his bed and leaned forward to rest his hands on his knees. “Okay so get this, these girls come home from the store, the older one goes to make dinner and hears her sister scream. She runs upstairs and her dad? Dead. It was ruled as a suicide but she doesn’t think that it was, she thinks it was murder. She went on and on and on about how the angle wasn’t possible with the gun he used.” Sammy explained.
“That’s craaazyy,” Dean drawled. He leaned back against the flat pillows and stretched his arms above his head. “What makes you think it’s our kinda thing though?” He added. Sam’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned into a straight line “She said he had black eyes.” He said.
“Oh.” Dean huffed out.
“Yeah, I told her we'd help her so put some shoes on and let’s go. We’re gonna meet her at the diner on 5th Street at 3.” Sam patted Dean’s shin and he smacked his hand away as he pulled on his boots and laced them up.
As he shrugged on his worn leather jacket and adjusted the collar of it so he didn’t look like a complete goon he asked: “What’s the girl's name anyway?” Sam ran a hand through his fluffy hair and glanced up at him, watching Dean admire his looks in the mirror for a few seconds before replying. “Y/N Y/L/N and Mandy Y/L/N.” He answered. Dean cocked a brow and pursed his lips together “Y/N?” He repeated.
“Yeah, did you not hear me?” Sam snorted.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes “Shut your face.”
Once they arrived at the diner they chose a booth in the far back corner, waiting for whenever this Y/N would show up. Sam and Dean both ordered some coffee, also purchasing an extra for Y/N. Sam said it’d be nice and would get her to trust them and Dean just grumbled under his breath as he paid. Sure as hell will be the last time he buys anything for a random grieving stranger.
The bell above the door jingled and Y/N glanced around before spotting Sam. He was with some other guy, but she could only see the back of his head. She rushed over, her purse loosely hanging off her shoulder and her beaten Converse scraping against the linoleum floor as she did so. As Sam’s face lit up once he noticed her, this caused the guy he was with (who Sam said was his brother and work partner) to turn to face her. Her eyes widened slightly “You’re the freak from the parking lot!” She gasped.
Dean grinned and looked her up and down, now that she was close enough for him to get a good look at he could tell that she certainly was pretty. His eyes met hers and then his grin only widened, flashing some of his pearly white teeth. “Well I wouldn’t say that,” He shrugged.
“You two know each other?” Sam asked in disbelief, his brows furrowing with confusion. Y/N immediately shook her head and plopped herself down into the empty spot next to Sam. “Nope.”
“I watched her yell at some cops.” He explained, his eyes never leaving her as she sat down across from him.
“Pigs.” She corrected.
“Pigs.” He said with a slight laugh before turning his attention to his confused brother. Sam shook his head and breathed out a little chuckle, Y/N hadn’t told him that she harassed some cops before they spoke to each other.
“So,” Dean began as he chewed a piece of bacon. Y/N bought some food as thanks for them listening to her, it meant a lot to not be treated as the hysterical daughter of a guy who just killed himself. “You’re sayin’ that he had these… black eyes earlier in the morning and he was acting unusual?” He said. Y/N nodded and popped a french fry into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before answering. “Yes, he was much more… angry and aggressive I guess you could say…”
Sam shot Dean a knowing look “How was he angry and aggressive?” He asked.
Y/N shrugged “Oh he was just… rude, yelling, throwing things, all that jazz,” Her eyes then darted up to survey the brother’s reactions, and she then waved her hands frantically in an attempt to explain herself. “His anger was manageable, he never hit me or my sister.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed and a muscle in his jaw twitched, although he hated to admit it he could sort of relate to having a father like that. John was tough but That’s what made him and Sam so strong. Such good hunters.
Sam swallowed and ran his hand through his hair “A-and what about your mom?” She pursed her lips together and began picking the tomatoes off her burger, they always were so soggy and tasteless at the place. “Died shortly after Mandy was born.”
“How?” Sam asked.
“Cancer,” Y/N replied shortly. She then bit into her burger and looked between the boys, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she chewed. She dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin “What are you two in town for? Not a lot happens here to warrant the FBI.”
Dean shrugged and flashed a pretty smile “Oh just taking a pit stop here for a little bit, at least we were.” It was amusing how much she was into that burger she was eating, he appreciated a girl who enjoyed food as much as he did. “And you’re staying at the Castle Motel?” She asked as she shoved a much bigger bite into her mouth. He pursed his lips together and glanced over at Sammy for a split second, sure it didn’t matter if she knew where they were staying. It would be fine.
“Yeah,” The boys said in unison. Y/N snorted and shook her head in disappointment, the Castle was known for its issues including bed bugs, mice and cockroaches. Plus it had a handful of robberies and muggings in the surrounding area, she wouldn’t ever stay there even for a million bucks. “That place almost got shut down last year for its bed bug issue y’know.” She commented, raising her brows. A smirk began to creep across her face and then she crossed her arms “How about you stay at my place while you do your little thing?” Y/N suggested.
Dean immediately declined and shook his head “No, no-no,”
“Please? I’ll cook you dinner every night! I even have beer, if that’s what you’re into.” She begged. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, meanwhile, Sam was trying to get over the fact that he slept in a motel bed that was probably infested with bed bugs. “It's not a-'' Dean began.
“I’ll feel safer with some men in the house, in case the guy who killed my dad comes back.” She quickly blurted out.
That was true, she would feel much better with Sam and Dean in the house while they investigate her dad’s murder. Y/N couldn’t help but worry that his murderer will come back for seconds and knock his children off the list before fleeing.
Sam finally cut in, “What’s the harm? I mean, if it makes her feel safer…” He shrugged. Besides, a home-cooked meal did sound nice, diner food was good and all but it could never beat a home-cooked meal in a real kitchen. Dean groaned and glared at Sam, then at Y/N who was practically hanging off the edge of her seat as she waited for his answer. He sighed and raised his hands in defeat “Alright, fine. Sounds good.”
Y/N led Sam and Dean down the narrow hallway, the walls littered with family photos and old crayon marks that were presumably years old. She pointed to a door at the end of the hallway, “He did it in there, I haven’t been able to get the blood out of the carpet yet.” She whispered. She felt ill, the gnawing and scratching in her stomach building up, so much so that it grew painful. Sam smiled a bit and brushed his fingers against her arm “That’s alright, we’ve seen worse.” He comforted, his eyes darting up to meet Dean’s for a second. He gave him ‘the look’, meaning that he wanted him to give a few sympathetic remarks. Dean took his hands out of his coat pockets and watched Y/N, she looked like she was about to explode, her anxious aura coming off in waves. He recognized it all too well, some from previous cases, but mostly himself. He got anxious like that too, and when he did, he wanted a distraction.
“Your hair looks pretty like that,” He said. Sam smacked Dean’s arm and shot him a glare, but he ignored him, he was too busy surveying her reaction. Her hand flitted up to feel her hair, it was just in a simple hairstyle that kept it out of her face. Her lips curved up into a soft smile and she suddenly felt a little shy. “Thank you,” She whispered. She brushed her hands on her jeans and clasped her hands together, taking a few steps back towards the stairs. “I’m gonna run to the store to grab some stuff, you guys just… do your thing.”
As soon as they heard her car pull out of the driveway they immediately got to work, Dean flipped on the lights, noticing how they flickered for a hot minute before stopping. He tilted his head and tucked his tongue into his cheek, not a good sign. “Hey, Sammy?” He called out as his eyes laid upon the bloodied mess painted on the white carpets. Sam marched up the stairs, EMF in hand. “Yeah?” He peeked over Dean’s shoulder and his face dropped.
The blood that stained the carpet was oddly only in one loose shape, aside from some of it that was splattered on the soft yellow walls. “That looks like…” Sam began, trailing off as he squinted at the mess on the floor. “An upside-down cross.” Dean finished.
“Yeah…” He glanced down at Dean and back to the stain before pushing past him and flicking on the EMF reader. It was calm-ish for the most part as he walked around the room, then it started to beep and flicker red as he drew closer to the stain and closet. He pulled open the closet door and found a little box full of papers and newspaper clippings. “Hey Dean, come check this out.” He said, plucking out what seemed to be a birth certificate. Micheal Y/L/N was born July 11, 1954, in Austin Texas. This must’ve been Y/N’s father’s important documents like bank records and such. “I didn’t know her dad’s name was Micheal.” Dean chimed. Sam shrugged and placed the slip of paper back into the plastic box before dragging it out. Surprisingly, it was pretty heavy just for a box full of articles and notepads.
Dean grabbed a random newspaper clipping that was obviously ripped off the front page. Someone by the name of Danny Y/L/N was murdered back in 1968 at only 20 years old and it provided a number for any tips. He passed the paper to Sam, “Maybe a brother or something.”
Any chances of further investigation were cut short when Y/N and her sister came home, Mandy tossed her book bag onto the floor and immediately went to isolate herself in her room, ignoring Sam and Dean as they descended the stairs. That’s all she did nowadays, sit in her room and listen to music, occasionally leaving for bathroom breaks or food. Today was Mandy’s first day back at school since their father died, and from what Y/N could tell it was not a good one. She heaved the bags of groceries onto the kitchen table, Sam swooping in to take the case of soda from her hand. “Thanks.” She breathed out.
“No problem,” Sam replied, setting the case down on the counter. Dean smiled widely and rubbed his hands on his jeans, “So- uh- what’d you get?” He asked.
Y/N started taking things out of the bags and putting them away “Oh just stuff to make a casserole,” She hummed out as she popped a jug of milk into the fridge. She then reached into the very bottom of the bag and licked her bottom lip as she carefully lifted out a store-bought pie. “And lemon meringue pie, it’s so good from Safeway, I can't get enough of it.” She said excitedly. Dean clapped his hands together, mirroring her enthusiasm “Fuck yeah, I love pie.”
Her face lit up “You do?”
Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, don’t get him started.” Dean waved him off and turned his attention back to Y/N. This woman was hot, a little spunky and fiery, and she liked pie.
"So what's your favourite kinda pie? Mine's apple." He said, jutting his thumb into his chest.
She pursed her lips together and tapped her chin, "Mmm, probably key lime. The perfect mix of sweet and sour." She conceded with a nod.
Dean opened his mouth to respond and Sam slapped his hand over it, he heard enough about pie on a daily basis. He smiled politely and shot Dean a warning look "Do you need help with dinner?"
Y/N shook her head and bent down to take a cutting board out from one of the cupboards. Dean puffed his lips out and tilted his head as he checked out her ass. "How's your investigation going?" She asked.
"Good." The boys said in unison. Y/N began rinsing some potatoes to cut and boil, "Do you need to talk to Mandy?"
"Uh- yeah," Dean said. He ran a hand through his hair and gestured toward his brother. "Sam can go do that." He side-eyed him and Sam rolled his eyes, knowing that all Dean wanted was to endlessly flirt with this chick. But, to be fair, Sam was better with the teenagers who were grieving. He was much more… empathetic and better with his words than Dean was. Y/N nodded and kept her focus on slicing up the potatoes along with the onion she was going to throw into the casserole. "There's a sitting room upstairs, I'll get her to talk to you there."
The next thing Sam knew, he was sitting on an old couch that had some random stitching on the cushions, presumably from old rips that had to be repaired. He bounced his leg, listening to Mandy and Y/N not so discreetly argue from her bedroom. Finally, there was a loud groan followed by a door opening and slamming shut.
A short raven-haired girl (who had obviously dyed her hair via box dye) stormed into the room, plopping herself down onto the seat across from Sam. She crossed her arms and pouted her lips together, raising her brows when he didn't say anything. "Well?" She asked expectantly. Mandy was like every other teenage girl, nasty, sassy, mean and sometimes sweet when she wanted to be. Sam swallowed and cleared his throat "I'm sorry for your loss, it can't be easy losing a parent like that." He said.
Mandy let out an annoyed huff "I've heard that about a million times every single day for the past week." He blinked in surprise, he had to quickly regain his footing if they wanted to keep up this FBI charade. "Sorry." He said. "Uhh, how about we start with the basics?" He suggested with a shrug.
Mandy squinted at him and nodded slowly, "Okay."
Dean was watching Y/N as she put together what she called a twice-baked potato casserole, to him it smelt fucking amazing. And she wouldn't let him help with a single thing, not even to cut up the onions or grate the cheese. "Nope, you're a guest in my home. And you believe me about my dad's death, so. Sit." She scolded. Dean let out a sigh as she shoved a bottle of beer into his hand and pulled out a chair at the table for him. He certainly wasn't used to this, sitting around and doing nothing. He liked to keep busy, help, talk, anything really.
"Where do you work?' He asked, slightly leaning out of his seat to see what she was doing. Her back concealed most of what was in front of her, but from small glimpses, he could see she was sprinkling some cheese on top of the casserole. "At the steak house, I'm a hostess." She replied. Y/N put the dish into the oven and glanced down at her watch, it only had to go in for 10 minutes, so the cheese could get gooey and melt.
She turned to face him, a little satisfied grin on her face, he took a sip from his beer - attempting to ignore how much he liked her smile. "So, Dean. Have you got a wife? Girlfriend? Maybe even a boyfriend?" She asked with a shrug. Dean felt his heart jump into his throat and he choked on the liquid in his mouth, he coughed a few times, waving her off as she rushed over to help. "What? Did I say something wrong?" She asked, concerned.
"No," He wheezed. Y/N's brows knitted together and she clasped her hands together, nervously watching as he wiped up the bit of beer that was spewed from his mouth across the table. "So that's a no to a boyfri-"
"Yes." Dean interrupted.
Y/N tucked some of her hair behind her ear and sat in the chair next to him. "Sorry if I made things weird, I just wanted to see if it'd be acceptable for me to flirt with you." His gaze snapped over to her almost immediately, he didn't take her to be the bold type.
A smirk tugged at his lips and he looked her up and down, checking her out much more obviously this time. "Yeah? Well, flirt all you want, sweetheart. I'll be happy to reciprocate…" Dean purred. She flushed a bit and matched his grin, he sure was good-looking, and she could feel his eyes on her the whole time while she was cooking. Dean wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. "Good," Y/N replied.
Later after dinner was finished, Sam and Dean swung by the motel to grab their stuff and check out. Sam was worried about the bed bugs and Dean, well he didn't care. A few nights in Y/N's house filled him with a deep sense of excitement and curiosity about what could happen between them. Of course, it wouldn't end with a full-fledged relationship, that couldn't happen, with their line of work it was completely unrealistic and unsafe. If anything did happen, unfortunately, it'd just be a fling.
"What do you think this could be?" Dean asked as he tossed his duffel into the back seat of Baby. Sam shrugged and slid into the passenger seat, "Hard to tell, we don't have much. But by the cross situation, I think maybe some sorta demon or poltergeist." He clenched his teeth and squeezed the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. “God I hope it’s not a demon.”
By the time they got back, Y/N had gotten the pull-out bed on the couch upstairs ready for Sam, and she was in the middle of getting an air mattress set up for Dean downstairs. Mandy stood there watching her with her arms crossed, she was “helping,” as much as Y/N would allow her to, anytime she did something Y/N immediately corrected it. Dean’s bed had to be just perfect, she said.
Dean went to open the front door, his duffel slung over his shoulder. Sam swatted his hand away and gave him a what the fuck look, “What are you doing?” He asked in a hushed whisper.
Dean shrugged “She said to just come in…”
“It doesn’t matter, we knock.” He hissed. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to knock on the door, rapping it 3 times before dropping his arm to the side.
The door swung open and Mandy stepped aside, allowing the two of them to come in, Y/N hadn’t even realised there was anyone at the door. She glanced up as she pulled a pillowcase onto a pillow, “Took you long enough.” She teased.
“Sorry,” Dean replied, a cheesy grin on his face. He jutted his thumb towards Sammy “This one was checking all his clothes for bugs.” He explained. Y/N’s brows raised and she glanced over at Sam “You can use our washer if you want, just make sure the water’s hot and it’ll kill anything that could be there.”
He nodded and smiled a bit “Thank you.”
“No problem, I’ll show you how it works. It’s a little finicky.” Y/N said, pushing herself off of the floor and leading him to the laundry room. Dean watched her walk off, his eyes settling on her ass in those tight low-rise jeans.
“Stop looking at my sister like that.” Mandy huffed, crossing her arms. His eyes widened and he glanced over at her, her deep brown eyes looked as if they were peering into his soul. “What?” He chuckled nervously.
She looked him up and down, judgement painted across her soft features. “She deserves someone better, someone, who doesn’t look at her like she’s a hunk of meat on a stick.” She spat before turning on her heel and going up to her room. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and watched her leave, dropping his bag on the floor. He didn’t know what to say, or even what to think.
Y/N stared up at the ceiling, laying on her back in bed listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago, she tried to sleep, but lately, she was lucky to get 5 hours. Her body was exhausted, but anytime she closed her eyes she saw the bloody aftermath of her dad’s suicide all over again. Bits of pieces of his brain and skull scattered across the room, his entire face was gone. And she remembered every single detail of it.
With a heavy sigh, she rolled out of bed, grabbing the white cardigan that rested on an armchair in the corner and slipping it on. Y/N padded down the hallway and down the stairs as quietly as she could, it was 1 in the morning, and everyone in the house was dead asleep (or should be anyway) so she had to be quiet. Silently, she crept past where Dean was sleeping and went to sit out on the front porch, the door clicking shut behind her.
Dean rolled onto his side as he heard the front door close, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Confused, he followed her outside, glancing around the house before he did.
Y/N flinched, her eyes widening as she saw Dean. She looked as if a little kid who was just caught with their hand in the cookie jar- except with a cigarette between her fingers. "Dean- I-." She stumbled, trying to find the words to explain what she was doing. He chuckled and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
She exhaled a sigh of relief and took a long drag from it before putting it out on the cement next to her. "Thanks," Y/N whispered.
He sat beside her on the edge of the stairs, their thighs touched, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. She took the pack of cigarettes from her lap and put them in the flower pot by the door. Dean smiled a bit as he watched her "What're you doing that for?" He asked.
"I don't want Mandy finding these, when I was her age I'd suck down cigarettes like they were candy," Y/N explained. Dean breathed out a laugh and set his hand down on the ground to brace himself. She smiled softly and turned to face him "What?"
He grinned widely "Didn't take you for a smoker." Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, lightly smacking his knee. "Oh shut up."
"So why are you up anyway?" Dean asked, nudging her shoulder a bit. Y/N tucked some of her hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Oh, I couldn't sleep. You?'
"You woke me up." He replied. When her face fell he placed his hand on top of hers, grasping her fingers lightly and reassuringly. "But it was worth it." He winked. She flushed a bit and chewed on her bottom lip. Y/N then closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath through her nose, opening them as she exhaled. "I'm gonna kiss you now." She said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to her level.
Dean took a few seconds to register her soft lips against his, he staggered for a moment, then quickly cupped her face in his hands. He sure as hell didn't expect her to kiss him like that. Their lips worked over each other hungrily and she began to slide her hands down his torso. Hesitantly, he pulled back, enjoying the sight of her reddened lips. Dean tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he was about to suggest they go somewhere more private but Y/N beat him to it. “Wanna go up to my room?” She asked, her eyes darkening. He nodded and let her take his hand to lead him up to her bedroom.
The second the door was clicked shut and locked, their lips were on each other once more, and Dean’s hands explored every inch of her skin. They flitted down to cup her ass, eliciting a low moan from her. He felt a jolt of electricity travel through him as she moaned against his lips. He wanted, no, needed to hear more of those delicious sounds. Dean slightly pulled back, his breath heavy against her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered.
“Quite the vision yourself,” Y/N whispered back. Her hands palmed his growing erection through his sweatpants and he let out a soft groan. Needily, he jutted his hips into her hand and she tsked “Sit on the bed.” She ordered, a playful glint in her eye. Dean immediately obeyed, as much as he denied it, he loved it when a woman took charge in the bedroom.
His eyes never left her sexy form as she ditched her cardigan, throwing it to the side before crouching between his legs. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes, resting her head against his knee and she mindlessly stroked his inner thighs. “Kinda glad I woke you up now.” She said as she grabbed the hem of his pants and boxer briefs, sliding them down to about mid-thigh. Dean exhaled shakily as his hardened cock sprang out, reddened at the tip, desperate for any sort of stimulation. “Yeah?” He replied, trying to maintain his confident and suave persona. Y/N dragged a finger up the length of his dick, keeping her touch feather-light. “Mmmhmm.” She hummed out. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the bedding as she got onto her knees. She didn’t waste a single second, sucking on the tip of it and running her tongue all over it sloppily. He let out a quiet moan, his eyes flitting open a bit to watch her suck his cock. “God, you’re good.” He groaned.
Y/N pulled back a bit, licking a long stripe from base to tip. Her eyes sparkled a bit and she grinned, wrapping one of her hands around his dick and stroking it lazily. “I haven’t even started yet.”
Without a single second to spare, she took him fully in her mouth. Y/N's eyelashes fluttered, he was a little bigger than average but nothing she couldn't handle. Dean let out a low groan and his hand flitted down to cup the back of her head. She was so sloppy as she blew him, spit was dripping down his shaft and her mouth was practically full of it. Although he couldn't tell whether that was spit or pre cum, all Dean could really think about was how fucking good it all felt.
She hallowed out her cheeks and ignored the little specks of tears that formed in her eyes. Y/N could tell that he was going to cum soon by how frequent his moans and groans were getting - and that his grip on the back of her head tightened. Her fingers lightly danced across the expanse of his pelvis, making him shiver and groan softly. "Ah - I'm gonna cum." Dean's fingernails scratched at her scalp and she hummed out in acknowledgement around his cock. This - this was what sent him over the edge, with a deep and quiet (as quiet as he could be anyway) moan, he came. Ropes of his seed shot down her throat and she greedily swallowed it all, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. Dean tasted too good for that.
Reluctantly, Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a little 'pop' and wiped the little bit of spit and cum from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. She watched as Dean panted for air, his eyes glued shut and Adam's apple bobbing as he attempted to calm himself. That may be the best blow job he's ever received. A slow grin formed on his face and his eyes met hers. "You're so fucking hot." He murmured. Before Y/N could reply, he leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss - not minding the taste of himself on her lips.
Dean tugged his pants back on as he pulled her up into his lap, his hands then settling on her hips as they made out. It was as sloppy as after-sex kissing could get, a fuck ton of tongue and wet sounds. Y/N grinded down against his clothed thigh, her nightgown rode past her waist, exposing her simple white cotton panties. And Dean fucking loved the sight of them - especially with the little wet patch slowly seeping through. She's done all the work so far - and all he's done is kiss her and touch her all over, and her pussy was still drenched.
He pulled back softly and panted against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. "You're so damn wet, sweetheart." He purred. Y/N chewed her bottom lip and rested her forehead against his, "It's your fault." She replied. Dean flipped her onto her back with little effort, eliciting a gasp out of her. "I know." He grinned. His thumb teasingly ran down her clothed cunt, lightly applying pressure when he knew he reached where her clit was. Dean didn't have to see it to know where it was, he was experienced enough. Her lips parted as she let out a soft moan, her head falling back to rest against the comforter. He dipped down to pepper kisses on her neck and shoulders, his hand teasingly rubbing her sensitive nub through her panties.
Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and angled her head to the side to give Dean better access. "Please-..." She pleaded. He grinned against her neck - she could feel it. That stupid smirk. "You sound so pretty when you whine." He mumbled against the soft flesh of her chest before placing a small kiss there. Dean then yanked her panties down just enough for him to play with her. "Mmmph - Dean." She moaned. He ran his finger through her wet folds before beginning a painfully slow circular motion on her clit. He enjoyed the sounds she made, the way her body gave into him and writhed underneath him. But what he really liked was her expressions, someone who once had such a sweet and calm face all needy and in bliss because of him set him off.
Dean lightly prodded at her entrance before plunging one finger inside, curling it slightly against her walls. Y/N tipped her head back and moaned loudly. "God! Fuck!" He then pressed his lips against hers to silence her moans. As much as he loved the sound of them - they were in a house with two other people who may hear them. Being discovered by either one of their siblings wasn't really… ideal.
Dean pumped his finger in and out of her, then he added a second finger once he felt she was ready. Her cunt ached against him, her walls throbbed and clenched around his fingers. Y/N's quiet little gasps and strangled moans against his lips made him even hornier than he already was. He couldn't help but imagine what her pussy would feel like constricting around his cock like that… Dean's fingers curled against her g spot and she arched her back. He grinned against her lips and pulled back slightly "You like that?" He rasped. Y/N nodded needily and her hands flitted up to grip his shoulders. "Yes - yes!" She gasped. Her mouth gaped open and her brows knitted together, she was in pure ecstasy - and then she felt that familiar pit building in her lower stomach. Her body tensed up and her grip on his shoulders tightened. "I - I'm gonna cum." She whimpered. Dean immediately peppered kisses on her lips and chin. He didn't switch up what he was doing at all, he knew better than that. "Come for me, sweetheart." He whispered against her skin. Her thighs shook around him and her moans turned into whines and whimpers as she came.
Her juices coated Dean's fingers and her walls throbbed around him gently. He carefully pulled his fingers out, quick to suck her taste off of them after. Fuck she tastes good. Y/N's chest heaved up and down as she attempted to catch her breath, her thighs still lightly shook around Dean. His eyes softened and he lightly rubbed her leg affectionately. "You okay?" He asked. She chuckled a bit and nodded "Better than okay." She answered. She sat up abruptly and met his eyes "Are you okay?"
Dean smiled a bit "Yeah." Y/N's gaze flitted down to his lips for a moment, he had such kissable lips - it was hard to resist him. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up, just make yourself comfortable." She told him, pressing a quick small peck to his lips.
After Y/N showered, Dean went after her and by the time he was done, she was dead asleep. He smirked and ran a hand through his damp hair, even when she was sleeping she looked pretty. Dean carefully slipped into bed next to her, she probably didn't mind if he slept with her. Considering they just had sex - it would probably be expected. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her, hugging her close to his chest. Whatever this case was, he was sort of grateful for it.
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The moment Dick straddles Jason’s lap, Jason is (⁄ ⁄•⁄Д⁄•⁄ ⁄), hands slapping over his own face even as he turns to look away – so flustered he flushes everywhere and he just. Slips right out of the chair, between Dick’s legs, and onto the floor before scrambling up and looking scandalized and Dick barks out the most beautiful laugh because Jason’s so damn cute.
Bonus points if it’s Superman.
Bonus points if Superman and Dick have the same Superman lunchbox, so it happens on occasion that they get mixed up (the lunchbox was a gift from Lois – she uses it whenever she makes lunch for him to tease him; Dick is just Dick).
But anyway, Superman forgets he didn’t bring a lunch, so he ends up taking Jason’s on accident. So when Jason goes to grab it, it’s missing and he’s ʰᵘʰ (ꐦ○_○)✧
Then he storms around and finds Superman eating the lunch Dick made for him and it’s so devastating. Of course this is how heroes truly are. Jason shouldn’t have expected different. This is Batman’s bullying all over again. ;A;
Meanwhile Superman realizes what’s gone wrong and is panicked and so guilty. And he apologizes profusely and offers to take Jason anywhere/bring Jason anything to make up for it but Jason is forever petulant.
And when Dick finds out Superman is just devastated because this boy who has loved and revered him since childhood ices him out; it’s a travesty.
Bruce patting Clark’s back because he’s been there. And Clark just groans because their crimes are completely different, don’t even.
Okay but Jason being like those cats that hunt things and bring back kills to their loved ones in a show of affection ahahaha. Dick having that similar reaction of ‘please don’t–’ but also ‘you love me so much🥹?’
Jason being the sole omega of the pack is one of my favorite omegaverse story details. So is him being estranged and the toll that takes on him. And where the family doesn’t realize until something drastic happens and they all freak out and step up and ahhhhh.
The visual of Jason starting out with a bleak safe house and having a nest that’s all scraps. Everything ripped and torn because it’s not right no matter how he tries to fit anything together and he shreds everything in his frustration. Jason sleeping just outside of his nest’s broken borders.
The family sneaking things with their scent onto him, or leaving them at his window. Until Jason has a warm nest that feels begrudgingly safe. Only now it’s wrong because it’s empty.
Just lots of nest things. Where Jason runs away with a wounded Robin and sequesters them in his nest. And when an alpha comes calling – Jason snaps his teeth at them for trying to take his pup and said alpha is surprised, but not upset in the least. They’re downright smitten, in fact. Because omega? So strong and protective and nurturing and ferocious? Hot.
It’s so over-the-top smitten, but you’re not wrong anon hahaha. Something about Jason seeing Dick as this persistent beacon in any darkness (be that in a reverent or begrudging way) is something that appeals so much.
Yes. Do I know what to write for this? No. Would I read it in a heartbeat? Yep.
Jason’s crew absolutely wingman for him once they figure out that their boss has the hots for the wingding bastard. They’re weird about it, too. Simultaneously helpful and threatening in the same exchange – the same sentence, even!
And they keep it on the down low because their boss has got a maiden heart and would get embarrassed (and kick their asses), so they’re always luring Nightwing to sketchy af locations to like they’re conducting a sketchy af deal/exchange.
At first Dick is confused, but for as subtle as Jason’s men keep these interactions, they’re pretty straightforward in what their expectation of Dick is. It makes Dick feel a little fond despite the theatrics of these exchanges because Jason has a lot of people supporting him and want him happy and that’s nice to know.
Dick taking these people up on their advice and Jason getting seemingly irritated about it each time, bristling but relenting without putting up too much of a fight. At which point Dick realizes that oh, maybe these people that work with Jason are for real? Little wing has a crush on him? What? The realization hitting him right as he’s taking Jason out and Jason grimacing because wth is with that creepy smile? And Dick is surprised at himself because he’s smiling? Oh, he is. Huh.
Just Dick being happy about Jason’s crush and developing a bit of a crush himself over the course of being set up with him by Jason’s crew.
The crew being real smug about how they’ve successfully hooked their boss up. Only to revolt once they realize this means their boss’s ass is gonna get tapped.
The crisis is that it makes Red Hood all the more appealing. 👀 Which of course Dick feels alarmed by, so he pulls away. Which causes a misunderstanding of cataclysmic proportions because Jason isn’t aware of Dick’s moral struggles – just that Dick finds out Red Hood is Jason and all at once Jason’s been iced out and it hurts. There’s no way Jason doesn’t take that personally.
While Red Hood had been unwittingly settling down, soothed by Dick’s affections – having Dick pull back on him reignites the wrathful fury and vengeance.
Jason taking Dick and Slade at the same time and while Jason is a breathless, dazed mess, scrambling for purchase - anything to hold onto (I like to think Dick’s shoulders, though Slade is pressed up right along Jason’s back; he’s not going anywhere), Slade and Dick are just taunting and bitching at one another like Jason isn’t there at all. 👀
A kinky take on a round robin tournament where Jason seduces everyone with his contradictory vixen and maiden-like ways (bonus points if it’s not even intentional) and ascertains his position as ultimate bottom.
Awwww, thank you so much! It always makes me so happy to hear that someone enjoys my writing (though I know it's been more rambles than writing lately; so sorry - persisting struggles). Thank you for that. <3
Personal headcanon for this is that they never actually say it with words. Because there’s something about plausible deniability that these two cling to when it comes to each other. Too tentative to push too far, too scared to take too much.
The love is there though. It’s in the way they relentlessly taunt and tease and challenge one another. It’s the lingering looks, the quiet considerations. It’s the trust and hope and faith that they chose to have in one another, even if they’re left disappointed or frustrated or scared. It comes about when surges of protectiveness overcome them and in quiet moments of vulnerability they never talk about later.
Basically shameless self-rec because it’s this series I wrote; this is my take on it, hahaha.
#dickjay#jaydick#for the most part#bulk ask replies#because some of these have been waiting for replies waaaay too long so sorry about that#if you don't see yours and it's been a while i've still got individual asks queued up as well#thank you everyone ~ <3
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