thinking abt recovery to be honest

Dragonball Bf Scenarios

Becoming Friends

2k words

Goku

After the Tenkaichi Budokai, you did end up giving Goku a call. It was about two weeks after the tournament when you met him out in the mountains. You silently prayed that he didn’t lure you out there just to murder you. Something about him gave you the feeling that not only was he not that smart, but he wouldn’t have any malicious intention. Because of that, you were at his place right on time.

You were one of the few Earthlings who could fly on their own. It was a technique you had learned from your master who had learned it somewhere else. Thanks to this ability, you traveled to the mountains with ease.

As soon as you knocked on the door of the small house, Goku opened it.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Wow you sure know how to get places on time.”

“Thanks. Training gets me so pumped.”

“I’m just finishing up breakfast. I’ll be quick though.”

When Goku said breakfast you expected like some eggs or something. His entire dining table was covered in empty bowls stacked up. Only a few still had food in them. He ate a ton! This was just breakfast!

“Sorry about the mess, I eat a lot.” Goku grinned sheepishly.

“It’s alright. Whatever you gotta do, man.” You shrugged it off.

Goku finished eating in a matter of minutes. He offered you some food, but you didn’t wanna barf while you trained.

There was a clearing not too far from Goku’s house. That was where you trained until lunch. Goku taught you how to focus your energy to shoot beams and told you about some weighted training he did. You would be trying that at home under your master’s supervision.

For lunch, you helped Goku prepare a meal of gargantuan proportions. It all smelled so good, so you weren’t complaining. All that training had worked up quite the appetite for you.

“Where’d you learn to cook like this? It looks and smells amazing.” You asked while chopping vegetables.

“When my ex-wife and I got divorced, I had to learn how to cook for myself so that I wouldn’t starve. Some friends gave me some cookbooks to study and I’ve been doing fine since.” Goku explained with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry to have brought up your divorce.” You frowned, feeling like an inconsiderate idiot.

“It’s okay. We weren’t really that happy together anyways. I was always away training, which was hard on her. We butted heads when it came to our sons’ schooling and whatnot.” Goku explained somewhat sadly. He perked back up again. “It was probably for the best. Now our sons don’t see us fighting all the time.”

“How old are your sons?” You questioned, trying to shift the topic.

“21 and 11. Gohan is the older one, and Goten is younger. My ex still has custody over Goten, so I only get to see him on the weekends.”

“How is Goten about all of this? Eleven is sort of a delicate age.”

“He seems to be alright. He’s just glad he gets to see me. Gohan is more affected I think. He doesn’t talk about it, but I can tell he’s sad that his mom and I weren’t happy together.”

“Geez, I need to stop asking questions. I’m over here bringing up deep stuff and we just met.” You chided yourself out loud.

“You’re fine. I love my sons, they’re a huge part of my life. They were bound to come up sooner or later.”

Vegeta

For some odd reason, everytime you left Capsule Corp, you ran into Vegeta. You couldn’t avoid him. No matter what you did, you ended up meeting him at the door. It would be more annoying if Trunks’s attitude wasn’t starting to turn around.

He had begrudgingly begun to cooperate during class. You didn’t know how long this streak would last, so you took advantage of it. You gave him positive reinforcement at every opportunity to encourage his new behavior. When you gave him a test, he passed with flying colors. It was a miracle!

You knew you kind of owed Vegeta some kind of thanks for talking to his son, but you were still upset about how rude he was to you. Your pride made it hard to do these things in the first place.

Swallowing your instinct to just glare at Vegeta as you walked by him, you prepared to say what you had mentally rehearsed for the entire walk to the door.

“Hey, Vegeta. I just wanted to say thanks for talking to Trunks. His grades have gotten so much better and he’s realizing how intelligent he really is. I think this has been a big confidence booster for him, and you’re one to thank for it.”

“Whatever. His mother told me to yell at him about his grades anyways.” And Vegeta ruined the moment.

“Your son’s education is important to me. Not just because I get paid for it, but because I genuinely enjoy what I do.” You stated with confidence. You were about to walk out the door when Vegeta grabbed you by the arm.

“You should tell me more about his progress next week. I didn’t raise my son to be a simpleton.”

With that, he released you. The cab ride home was full of thoughts for you. You and Vegeta were finally on good terms.

Son Gohan

Sitting next to Gohan was actually better than you thought it’d be. He was so funny and socially clueless. You could mess with him a bit.

At first he had things to say about you sleeping in class, but you assured him that it was fine. He saw your grades to prove it and has left it alone since. It was cute though because he mentioned it out of concern.

Gohan was so sweet compared to most other teenage boys. He didn’t bask in the attention from the other girls. He just nervously responded to them and exited the conversation as politely as possible. Gohan was a people pleaser, these things made him awkward. The fact that he was home schooled for most of his life only made it worse. He did not know how high school worked.

That was okay though. He had you to show him the ropes and guide him. You warned him about which people to avoid and not engage with. Teenagers could be nasty. In more than one way.

You took on the role of Gohan’s protector. People already didn’t like you, so you had nothing to lose. You tended to keep to yourself and stay out of drama. People held that and the fact that you were blunt, especially to those who interrupted your naps, against you.

Gohan just barely picked up on the fact that people didn’t like you. Some red headed girl that you couldn’t remember the name of had blackmailed him into going out with her. When he told you about it, he mentioned that she was confused as to why he chose to be friends with such a lazy bitch. You didn’t explain it much, but he got the idea.

While you weren’t one to stay awake in class, you were a studyer. Gohan came to your house after school almost every day to study for a bit before he had to go home. You offered to alternate which house you studied at, but he refused saying his mom would flip out if he brought a girl home.

“She would ask you if you’re pregnant. No joke.” Gohan told you with a horrified expression.

“You? Get a girl pregnant? That’s like impossible. You’re the biggest virgin I know.” You giggled.

“Hey! I could.” Gohan had learned enough from you to know that you were teasing him.

“Do you even know how sex works?” You raised your eyebrows, still laughing.

“Of course I do! The guy inserts his penis in the girl’s vagina and then they go at it until he ejaculates.” Gohan explained so matter of factly that you were on the floor laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You know so little. I have much to teach you, my child.” You patted his head.

“I don’t think I wanna know anything you have to teach me about sex.”

“It’ll be fun.”

Future Trunks

After you met Bulma, she convinced you to stay a while. The worn down Capsule Corp building provided a room for you where the androids would not hear you scream. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to stick around and contribute to Bulma’s efforts.

This included scavenging for materials with Trunks. You would go out and dig through rubble until you could find things that were still usable. It was hard work, but you enjoyed chatting with Trunks for hours every day.

At first he was shy and awkward. Bulma told you he hadn’t really met girls his age. You had to initiate your first conversations and keep them going which was hard. You weren’t used to interacting with people, so you were just as awkward. He did warm up to you though.

“Look at this, Trunks. Isn’t it cool?” You held up an unknown object. There were a lot of things that were probably everyday items back before the androids that you couldn’t name.

“Oh wow. That’s a music player!” He reached out for the small rectangular electronic device. He inspected the small screen and large circle with buttons around it, indicating their uses. “I might have a charger for this lying around the lab.”

“Let’s see if we can get it to work!”

In the evening, you headed back to Capsule Corp under the cover of the shadows of dilapidated buildings. The two of you put the salvaged parts in the lab before digging through some junk in Trunks’s corner.

Like his mom, he was gifted with technology and liked to tinker with appliances. When he scavenged he took things for himself that he found interesting. Only he could navigate his collection, carefully sifting through boxes.

“Found it!” Trunks turned around, charger in hand.

He plugged it into the wall before connecting it to the music player. An icon appeared on the tiny screen. Success.

“I wonder what songs are on it”

“Probably old stuff that we wouldn’t recognize. My mom might though.”

“Damn, calling your mom old like that.” You teased. He immediately turned red and looked away.

“I didn’t mean it like that..”

“I’m just giving you a hard time, Trunks.”

He went back to figuring out the device with his ears still tinted red. He gasped when he pressed a button and sound came out.

You swayed to the music, you’d never heard anything so beautiful for such a long time.

“I think you’re supposed to dance a certain way. My mom used to do it with me when I was younger.” Trunks stuttered through that a bit.

“By all means, teach me.”

“My hands go here.” He placed his hands on the sides of your waist. “And your arms go around my neck.”

You tentatively brought your hands up to meet at the back of his neck. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” Trunks began to sway, leading you through the song.

I hear the crystal raindrops fall, on the window down the hall, and it becomes the morning dew~

And darling when the morning comes, and I see the morning sun, I wanna be the one with you~

Broly

A few days in, things were going well on Vampa. Broly was gentle and considerate seeing as you were a human and happened to be much more fragile than him. He took you out to explore the planet, carrying you as he flew through the air.

His grip was light on your body, fingers nearly hovering around your shoulders and under your thighs.

“My father used to train me here. He had to cut off my tail because I couldn’t control myself as a great ape.” His deep voice was so soft.

“And to my knowledge, that is a transformation brought about by seeing the full moon? Vegeta tells me that he could control it, but Goku and Gohan never learned how to.”

Broly only hummed in response as he kept flying. The wind whipped at your hair and his, the strands loosely tangling. You could tell that Broly was focusing from the way his brows slightly furrowed, his nearly unblinking stare, and his slightly scrunched up nose. It was cute.

“This is where Ba lives.”

“Goku told me about him. Your father wounded him because he was your friend? An awful thing to do to an animal.” You glanced at his face to study his reaction.

Broly’s lips pursed into a frown and his eyes clouded with what you guessed was guilt and sadness.

“Yes. He didn’t like me playing with Ba.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Broly. You didn’t know better, and your father is the one who hurt him.” You placed a hand on his muscular shoulder, looking at him in his big dark eyes. “Beating yourself up about it won’t change what happened. You can move forward though.”

“How do I move forward from losing the first friend I ever had?” Broly averted his eyes.

“Accept what has happened. Your father hurt Ba.”

“Yes.”

“And it was not your fault.”

“Okay…”

“Now, we can try to befriend Ba again or leave him in peace if you think that’s best.”

“I…think I can try again.” The saiyan’s voice wavered for a moment.

“Take as much time as you need. I’ll be right here for you.”

I Wanna See Myself Malfunctioning

Jamil Viper x Reader (numbered prompts)

wc: 1.2k

A/N: Hello ! Another reupload of my work ! Unfortunately I’ve been super sick this past week which has just really knocked down any motivation I had for writing, plus university is starting back up soon for me so i’ve got that as well ! Things should be going back to normally this week hopefully , my plan is to reupload more work again and then finally get this request finish before working on other fics.

‘Here you look hungry.’

He talks to you as though this is something nonchalant, he isn’t looking at you, one arm raised holding said food whilst the other tends to the food still cooking in the pan. You frown slightly. “Kalim isn’t here you know.” You watch him become still, his arm stops mid stir and his eyes become wide for a slight moment before he turns to you. Expressionless, there’s no anger but you see the slight coldness in his eyes.

“I know that.” You shrug.

“Do you though?” He doesn’t speak, instead turning his head towards the pan and turning off the flames that heat it.

“I’m sorry if i overstepped.” His movements and words are quick, his back is already turning away from you. You grab his hand and quickly hold onto it.

“You haven’t I just—“ the words bubble in your throat. Jamil stops, he lets himself hear you. Your arms envelop him. “You’re not the Al-Asim's servant, you’re Jamil Viper—“ your arms tighten around him. “And you’re my boyfriend. You don’t have to pretend around me, I want to share your burden Jamil.”

He sighs, turning himself towards you and wrapping his own arms around. “Seriously, why’d I allow myself to fall in love with someone as headstrong as you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Because you deserve it.”

‘I have an extra ticket… Would you like to go with me?’

There’s no evident flush when Jamil presents the ticket to you but still you can tell he’s nervous about giving you this — can see the tenseness of his shoulders. You peer at the ticket, you can make out the words but the pronunciation is beyond you. Jamil patiently waits for you to finish until you turn to him with a pleading look on your face. “Help me please.” He chuckles, you listen to the way he says it, the way syllables roll off his tongue.

“It’s my hometown.” He finishes off, you turn to him with surprise in your eyes. You shift closer to him, shoulders bumping against each other, he doesn’t retreat from the contact.

“Do I get to meet your family?” You question and he shrugs.

“My family most likely will be busy with their jobs and whatnot but I have a younger sister—“ Jamil cannot stop the small smile that spreads on his face when he sees you really light up at the mere mention of his sister — “She would like to meet you, I’ve mentioned you to her before.”

“You’ve mentioned me to your sister?” He nods.

You cannot stop the happiness that blooms within you.

‘I missed you a lot.’

The water tickles at your feet gently as Jamil whispers the words into the night sky, almost as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear the words, almost as if the words he’s speaking to you are the greatest taboo to ever live. Well maybe to Jamil, you on the other hand?

You take his hand in yours as Jamil and you watch the scattered fireflies buzz throughout the sky, you’re both not looking at each but that’s fine you think, it’s fine to be content just like this.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jamil squeezes your hand, your finger traces the beating pulse in his wrist.

“It’s funny,” he pauses the word hanging in the air, he’s still staring ahead. “I genuinely thought for all my life I’d be stuck in a never ending cycle, always pretending.” The words hang heavy around your neck as though it’s a noose cutting off your oxygen supply. You don’t know the words that will help remedy his wounds, don’t know the course of action that will help stitch his heart back together. Jamil finally turns towards you, the moonlight’s shine radiating across his face, he’s so beautiful that it almost hurts.

“But I’ve found you’ve changed a lot things about me, my perspective on life, my feelings—“

“Jamil—“ you try to interrupt but he shuts you off quickly. Your lips remain closed.

“What I want to, what I've wanted to say, is thank you.” He inches closer and closer to you, lips ghosting against yours, he’s hesitant you can tell. You want to lean in, close the gap that your heart is so aching for, but you resist, let him have his moment you think. His eyes meet yours momentarily before they gaze back down to your lips, your foreheads are touching now. You feel as though you may die if he doesn’t kiss you right now, as though you are under some sort of curse and he’s the unfortunate prince that is tasked with saving you.

Jamil would argue it’s the other way around, he likes to do that a lot.

“I love you,” he whispers your name in a hushed tone as though he doesn’t want anyone to hear it, as though it’s the world’s greatest crime for him to admit his love, as though he is a poet locked upon with his room.

Jamil finally closes the gap. It feels euphoric.

‘I want you to be a part of my future.’

There’s a cocky smirk that plays on your lips, you finish swallowing the curry, the one that both you and him have made. “Of course you do.” Jamil rolls his eyes but there’s still a small smile on his face. He takes hand and holds it within yours. The smell of food waltzes in the kitchen, its flavour that tastes of the sweetest love overrides your senses. It envelops you in the tightest hug, the table is cluttered together with foods that warm the air. It's a mess but it’s home.

A home that you and Jamil have built together through the tears, sweat and blood from your relationship.

You take another bite. “I’m an excellent cook I think.” Jamil smiles wider.

“I completely agree, although it could have had a touch of my work but it’ll suffice.” He laughs when he feels you lightly punch his arm. Jamil’s heart beats ever so tendly when he thinks about the future he holds with you.

‘I would do anything for you.’

Like everything with Jamil it’s said in a hushed whisper, his body curled around yours cradling you as though you’re a country’s national treasure. You kiss him gently, lips barely touching, but he’s craving more like a starved beast who can only take so much before he finally explodes. He brushes the stray hairs away from your face like you’re some sort of endangered flower. You rest your chin in the crook of his neck, you breathe in the scent of him; he smells of several spices, you can smell the faint trace of sweat, he smells like home, he smells like love.

Jamil Viper smells of many things, many things smell like Jamil Viper. You commit everything to memory as though if you forget even one you’ll forget him completely. Jamil’s smell reminds you of home, Jamil Viper is home, you’ll follow him to the ends of the earth and Jamil would follow you too.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks; you would be a fool to not indulge him. You kiss him again, you let yourself linger.

“You of course.”

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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youtuber Sukuna

I beg you to read the shitposts I made about this, they are delicious. You don’t have to of course but...if you loved me you would :) s/n = screen name, and I hope you chuckle at Sukunas screen name

Content warning: uhmhm lowkey incel shit(mean internet comments and whatnot)

part two --- part 3

Name: Sukuna. Age: 25. Height: 6 foot 5 inches. Occupation: toxic Youtuber, fitness trainer and hot guy.

Sukuna wasn’t exactly known for being kind. He wasn’t nice to others, rarely having anything good to say about anyone, and he’d made a successful Youtube career out of it. First starting as a fitness trainer at his gym, through encouragement from his clients and the notion of a quick cash grab, he started Youtube.

He didn’t care about it and that reflected in the quality of his videos and editing. He didn’t have consistent uploads, just filming and posting videos whenever he wanted, analytics be fucked. But somehow, that worked out for him, and he quickly found himself with over two million subscribers just frothing at the mouth for his next video.

And those subscribers were some of the worst people. Sukuna didn’t care about fostering a safe space online for others, not in the slightest. His comment sections were atrocious, both on his Youtube and his Instagram. It was full of toxic men one-upping each other constantly and dragging on each other for not being able to work out as much as Sukuna did.

Sukuna was a large part of why his fanbase were so toxic. He himself often made bad comments about others, whether fellow creators or people that happened to appear in the backgrounds of his videos, and on more than one occasion he’d been ‘cancelled’. None of that mattered though, all he cared about was shitting on other people and making money.

Sometimes he played video games and posted it, but not too often. Sukuna often stated he wasn’t so much of a fucking lonely loser that he’d play video games all the time, and so the gaming videos he did post were few and far between. He played angry shooter games and GTA, mindless button clicking he could get lost in for a few hours for a video.

Laying in bed one night after uploading his most recent video, one where he rages at 12 year olds on GTA online, Sukuna was just scrolling through his phone mindlessly. After he uploads video game content, like clockwork, he gets recommendations for gaming channels. He only watches a few of them, mostly leaving mean comments saying what losers they are, but one catches his eye.

He’s never been recommended this kind of video before. The thumbnail is light and bright with some pink aesthetic lights in the back. But the most enticing thing is the person in the middle, cute pink cat ear headphones on and a bright smile.

“Let’s see…” Sukuna mumbles to himself, mindlessly clicking the video. He hasn’t even read the title, he only clicked it because they were cute, and here he is nearly blinded by the bright setup they have.

“Hi everyone, it’s (Y/N) here and I’m really excited today! We’re going to be playing this new game I found!” Sukuna is immediately enraptured by the sound of your voice, watching how your face changes as you talk. His eyes drift off to the decor behind you, cute plushies and healthy plants, and some twinkling fairy lights. There’s books as well, and your chair is one of those ergonomic gamer chairs he has as well but in pink.

Sukuna watches the video dumbly, totally in the dark about whatever you’re doing, but loving it all the same. All he knows is that he likes the sound of your voice, and when you laugh and smile at a funny part in the game, it makes a light flush come to his cheeks.

It only takes one video for Sukuna to spiral into more of your content. He watches a video on your gaming setup, and he’s surprised that so much technology can come in pink. He watches a video on how you edit, a few of you cooking in your kitchen, and even a few vlog videos.

He quickly subscribes to your channel, and when you plug your social media, he immediately goes there. Pulling up your Instagram, he stares at your profile picture and almost audibly coos at you for being cute.

Your profile is just as cute as your videos are and Sukuna barely remembers to follow you before he’s going through your whole feed, liking every picture he sees. Sometimes he leaves comments, only one word though, ‘cute’. He’s never liked something so outright cute before, it wasn’t who he was and it definitely didn’t fit with his brand.

Falling asleep after following you on every platform, Sukuna wakes up thinking about you as well. And he also wakes up to hundreds of comments from all his accounts, bombarding him with questions and screenshots from last night.

‘SUKUNA WHY WOULD YOU LIKE THIS SHIT?!’

‘OMG Sukuna liked (Y/N)s posts!!’

‘Sukuna is so gross and toxic, you better stay away from (Y/N)!’

‘SUKUNA YOU GAY NOW’

‘EW why the fuck do you like this bitch?’

There were hundreds of comments that he waded through. Most were from his fans, expressing disgust at how many photos of yours he’d liked and wondering why he, Sukuna, most heterosexual alpha male on the planet, would like a pretty in pink Youtuber who had bubbly intros and whined when their animal crossing villagers wanted to move away.

Other comments were from your fans, some in awe that he would like you considering how much he said he hated overly cute things. Other fans expressed concern, worried what this might mean for their favorite Youtuber. Did Sukuna want to cause problems, potentially hurting you? He did have a reputation of bullying others, so this wasn’t far fetched.

Checking your Instagram, you didn’t make any comment about it. There wasn’t any update or anything, but on his end he was being tagged in endless Twitter threads with screenshots of him liking your posts and commenting under them.

“For fucks sake.” He grunted, clenching his phone in his hands. The amount of notifications he was getting were starting to upset him and he nearly threw his phone to get them to stop.

Ignoring his phone for the rest of the day, Sukuna went to the gym like he always did and trained with his clients. Some of them brought it up to him, asking him if he had a mind break last night and forgot what he was doing. Sending them harsh glares, Sukuna refused to talk about it.

“Oh my fucking god.” Sukuna nearly wailed when he got home, finally checking his phone. His name and yours had begun trending, and the hashtag #protect(Y/N) was also. Muttering angrily under his breath, Sukuna turned on Instagram live.

“Okay what the fuck!” He shouted, seeing the live become instantly flooded with people all screaming about you and him. “You’re all fucking annoying, you know that?” Glaring harshly at the camera, he read some of the comments that went by.

‘WHY’D YOU LIKE (Y/N)S POSTS FROM 2017’

‘Are you two secretly dating??’

‘COLLAB!’

“Who gives a shit why I liked their stuff, you’re a fucking weirdo for keeping track of me. And we aren’t secretly dating, dipshits.” Rolling his eyes, Sukuna scoffed as more comments came in begging for a collaboration. “And think about it you morons, why would we collab? Our shit is too fucking different, what would we even film about?”

Sukuna stayed on Instagram live for nearly an hour answering questions asking about you. Every time he had to answer that you weren’t secretly dating, he got a little more annoyed. Not at the comments themselves but at the fact that it was true; you didn’t even know he existed.

Ending the live in a huff, Sukuna didn’t feel any better than before, and it was made even worse by the fact that everything he said was being relayed to Twitter, and you were tagged in every tweet.

“These idiots!” Staring at his phone, Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On your Instagram stories, you’d posted a q&a for your followers, and nearly all of the comments were about Sukuna.

“Hi everyone! No, me and Sukuna aren’t dating!” You said, laughing a little to ease how uncomfortable you were. “To be honest, I’ve never even heard of him before! As you know, my content is very...different from his, so our circles don’t exactly intersect. But I’m always happy to have new followers and potential friends!”

“Fuck me.” Sukuna groaned, cringing at how uncomfortable you looked having to address the sudden onslaught of questions. For once he wished he’d actually given a shit about his online presence, so that maybe one day your circles could intersect. He knew he scared you, he scared a lot of people, and this was just proof.

“Uh, Sukuna if you see this, hi it’s nice to meet you!” You said in the next slide, puffing out your cheeks and waving cutely at the camera. It made Sukuna blush, and he hated it. “Thank you for following me and liking my content! I was very surprised that you found me!”

“Of course I did, idiot, you’re fucking cute.” He muttered under his breath.

“I know a lot of people are asking for us to do a video together and I know our content is really different, so don’t feel pressured to respond or anything, but the offer is open! If you’d like, we can collab on something.”

“On what?” He asked like you were there.

“I cook sometimes, and I know you cook too! Maybe we can make a cooking video? You can teach me how to make healthy food or something!” Sukuna could tell a fake laugh when he heard one, and you definitely had one right now. “Anyways, thank you! Bye Sukuna!” But hearing you say his name cutely like that made him not care.

He nearly responded right away, accepting the collab offer now that you’d spoken about it, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. He watched through the rest of your Instagram stories, going back and replaying the parts where you talked about him over and over and his heart clenched every time when you said his name.

In the dead of night, Sukuna DM’s you after watching your latest video and leaving the simple comment ‘check your DM’s’.

“Fuck, what should I say?” He’s suddenly stumped as he looks at the keyboard. Typing and retyping a message, in the end all he can say is hi. He doesn’t expect a reply, ever, but when he gets a vibration on his phone two seconds later he jumps to read it.

(S/N): hi Sukuna! :)

(cursedgod): hey

Real fucking smart, repeating what he just said.

(S/N): is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

(S/N): I hope you haven’t been annoyed at all the notifications you’ve been getting!

(cursedgod): No it’s okay

(cursedgod): we can collab if you want

Good Sukuna, good. Play it cool, don’t let them know that your fingers are actually trembling because you’re nervous.

(S/N): do you want to?? I don’t want to pressure you! I know we’re pretty different haha

(cursedgod): yeah, let's do it. Cooking?

(S/N): sure!

Looking around his home, he was suddenly assaulted with the fact that he didn’t have any furniture. He barely had a proper bedroom, just a mattress on a bare frame and a dresser. His lounge room was the same with his computer setup in one corner and then nothing else. There was only a couch, a mounted TV and a fold out table and chairs for his dining room.

(cursedgod): I know a studio kitchen we can use, I’ll send you the address

Thank god he’d done promo work for a brand in a studio one day, otherwise he’d be fucked.

(S/N): awesome! I’m free next Saturday!

And just like that, it was a date. Well, a meeting. Sukuna knew it wasn’t a date, but his heart still thumped like it was one. Confirming the time, he ended the conversation with a curt goodbye and obsessed about it throughout the night.

When the day to meet you came, Sukuna nearly ran late trying to pick out his clothes. He’d never cared about looking good or presenting himself well in front of others, whatever version of him he turned up in was what they got. But for you, he wanted to try a little harder.

Waiting outside the studio space, Sukuna rubbed his hands together nervously. You’d messaged a day or two ago offering to put the video on your channel since it probably wouldn’t fit his aesthetic, so he didn’t have to bring his shitty camera equipment.

“S-sukuna?” Snapping his head up, Sukunas mouth fell open looking at your curious face a few feet away, an Uber driving off behind you. You were even cuter in person, just his fucking luck. How was he expected to act like a normal person when his recent obsession was here looking better than he could have imagined.

“Hi.” What comes out is a grunt, not the smooth word he’d hoped. He can see you eyeing him up, taking in all the thick and corded muscles of his body. It made his chest puff out a little, he worked hard for this physique and to have you so openly looking at him made him happy.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Sticking your hand out, you smiled politely at him.

“Same.” Shaking your hand with a firm grip, Sukuna could feel the difference in your palms. Yours was soft and nicely moisturized and he had callouses everywhere and a few cuts and scrapes.

Opening the door for you, Sukuna led you to the studio space he’d rented out. It was a clean and modern kitchen, not unlike his own, but it had appliances and looked actually lived in. Helping you set up a few camera angles, Sukuna felt a pang of nerves hit him in the stomach.

“Sukuna, can we take a picture together?” You asked before starting, and Sukunas brow furrowed deeply. Why would you want to take a picture with him? His expression must have scared you, because you quickly backtracked. “F-for promo for this video, on Instagram and stuff!”

“Sure.” God, did he feel bad or what. He shouldn’t have made that face at you, now you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Crouching down to get the right angle for you, Sukuna watched you pick a cute animal filter.

“Just do what I do.” Throwing up a peace sign, you cutely tilted your head from side to side and smiled. Sukuna tried to do the same but he looked awkward, and most of all he was blushing pretty bad.

You snapped a multitude of pictures, some at different angles and some with different filters, and in all of them Sukuna was blushing at least a little. He managed to smile more as it went on, even laughing at one of the filters.

“Thanks! I’m going to post these really quick and then we can get started!” Giving him a brief smile, you turned back to your phone and set about editing some of the pictures. Looking over your shoulder, Sukuna could see that he looked like a blushing high schooler meeting their idol for the first time and not a grown man.

Once the photos were posted and you tagged him in everything, it was time to start. Setting up your marks on the floor, you took a generous drink of water and cleared your throat.

“Are you ready for the intro? I’ll start it and introduce you, okay?” You’d actually prepared a script for yourself, and showed Sukuna as well.

“Okay.” Stepping in front of the camera, Sukuna bristled at feeling you so close to him. Your arm brushed his casually as you were fixing your shirt, and Sukuna was glad he’d worn his most expensive cologne for this.

“Hi everyone, welcome to today's video! As you know, I’m (Y/N), and today we have a special guest today!” Throwing your arms in the air, you motioned to Sukuna.

“Hi.” He nodded, barely cracking a smile. He could feel you looking at him like you wanted to say something, but he didn’t look.

“So, many people have been asking for us to do a collaboration and it’s finally here!” Clapping your hands lightly, you rocked on your heels and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?”

“Uh-” The playful nudge you’d given him was enough to make Sukuna short circuit. “I-I-” He suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak. “Rice?”

“Let’s try that again.” You laughed. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” This time, you didn’t nudge him with your shoulder.

“We’re gonna…” the words were on the tip of his tongue, they wanted to come out and be spoken but he couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Nodding reassuringly, you took a deep breath in and out, and Sukuna shakily copied. “One more try?” When he looked at you, Sukuna expected to see a hint of annoyance in your face, but there was none. You were just smiling softly at him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll get it next time.” Stepping away from the camera, Sukuna took a drink of water and cleared his throat. Cracking the bones in his neck, he took a deep breath and came back. “Let’s do it.” No more fucking embarrassments.

“Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” You asked for the third time, slightly swaying your body side to side this time.

“We’re gonna make katsudon today.” Finally, the words he wanted to say came out.

“That’s right! As you can see, Sukuna is really fit!” You immediately hopped in, giving his arm a brief squeeze. “And he knows how to make a ton of healthy meals!”

“Mhmm.”

“So I asked if he could help teach me, and all of you at home, how to make it!” Smiling at the camera, you waited a few seconds before relaxing and turning it off. “Did you like that? We can refilm it if you want.”

“No, it’s okay.” Running a hand through his hair, he pointed to the bag of rice he’d brought. “Let’s get started on this shit.”

Taking fifteen minutes to film the two of you filling up the rice cooker, when it was over, you set about getting aesthetic shots of the other ingredients. Sukuna tried to seem casual off to the side on his phone, but he was really watching you.

Getting started on chopping the ingredients, Sukuna somehow managed to say the things he was supposed to without stuttering too badly. He was amazed that you could make the things he was doing sound so interesting, your narration as you held the camera and tried to do things yourself was impressive to the man that barely knew anything about cameras.

“Sukuna, I need help cutting the meat.” You whined, tapping the meat on the cutting board with a knife. “I don’t remember how you showed me.”

“Here.” Without thinking, Sukuan grabbed your hand with the knife in it and moved it for you. “You just have to move your wrist more, it’s not that hard.” Doing it a few times, when Sukuna felt your chest expand with air against his, that’s when he realized how close the two of you were. “S-sorry.” Immediately jumping back, he stared at the floor.

“Thanks!” Giving him a smile, you kept at it.

“I’ll fry the meat.” Stepping in as soon as you were done, Sukuna already had the hot oil ready. He was eager to cook and do something with his hands instead of - what he felt like - was awkwardly watching you off to the side.

“Okay!” Grabbing the camera, you focused on the pan. “You’re really good at this, Sukuna!”

“T-thanks.” Staring directly at the pan, Sukuna didn’t look away. Even with the hot oil popping up from the pan a few times and burning his fingers, he didn’t flinch at all.

“Ow!” But you did. Your hand had gotten too close, and when Sukuna flipped the meat, some of the oil had gotten on your hand.

“Shit.” Abandoning the pan, Sukuna was ready to drag you over to the sink for some cool water.

“I-it’s okay, it was only a little.” Shaking your stinging hand, you point to the food. “But I think the meat might burn.”

“Shit!”

Narrowly avoiding disaster with the meat, when it came time to cook the eggs, you made a joke about how you liked your eggs in the morning and Sukuna burnt them almost immediately. While not an overtly sexual comment, the implications of the words still affected him.

Somehow, he managed to make the dish come together and while his plated dish didn’t come out the best, yours looked at least halfway decent with overcooked meat and burnt eggs. The only things not messed up were the rice and vegetables, and even then Sukuna was surprised.

“We did it everyone, we made katsudon!” Holding up the bowls, you smiled big and nudged Sukunas shoulder again. “You saw we had a few mishaps along the way, but that’s okay, that’s what made it fun.”

“Yeah, it was fun.” Sukuna chuckled. Despite him being more nervous than he’d ever thought possible, he had fun cooking alongside you.

“Sukuna, will you try mine? I made it super pretty and everything.” Holding your dish up to him, Sukuna wasn’t expecting you to do that. Now he felt bad that his looked so ugly and like a teenaged boy made it; he almost said no.

Eating yours though, somehow it tasted better than he was expecting. It must have been how you prepared it, and the fact that you cared so much about the presentation. Eating it in silence, he let you eat in peace as well for a few minutes and compliment the food to the camera.

“Alright, that’s the end of the video!” Putting your bowl down, you turned to Sukuna. “I had so much fun today, thanks for filming this with me.” Now was his chance to make everything better. Putting his bowl down and bolstering himself with confidence, Sukuna threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him.

“Thank you (Y/N), I really did enjoy today. I hope we can film again soon!” He squeezed your shoulder and smiled really big at not only you but the camera as well. He knew he was blushing, he knew that even the tip of his nose was a nice rosy shade, but he didn’t care. If people teased him for it, then so be it. But he wanted you to know how he truly felt.

“R-really? You want to?” You asked, looking up at Sukuna from your place smooshed against his body.

“Really.”

“Aww, well you heard it here first everyone! Sukuna wants to shoot another video with me!” Clapping your hands a few times, you waved at the camera. “Okay, bye everyone!”

“Bye.” Sukuna waved too, waiting a few seconds before letting you go and turning off the camera.

“Sukuna, did you really mean it? You want to film another video with me?” You were in utter disbelief. All this time, he’d just seemed very standoffish, if not a little awkward around you. You were happy to film this video with him, he had way more followers than you and it would help boost both your channels, and to hear him say that just made it even better.

“Yeah, I was serious.” Sukuna spoke around stuffing his mouth with the food he still had left. He was more hungry than he thought, the nerves doing a good job of twisting his stomach during the video. Now that it’s over, he can finally relax.

“That makes me really happy.” Eating the rest of your food as well, you leant against the counter. “This is gonna sound kind of mean, but I was really scared to film with you today. I thought you were going to be really mean.”

“Shit, you did?” He grimaced, letting out a sigh. “Sorry I had you worried.” He could already imagine the comments you would get from his fans.

“It’s okay! You’re actually way nicer in person, I was surprised!”

“That’s good.”

“And you’re really buff, you have muscles in places I didn’t even know were possible!” You laughed bashfully at that comment, and avoided looking at him when he stared at you in shock. “I couldn’t help but notice…”

Were you checking him out? Had you been checking him out this whole time and he didn’t even realize? He had seen you eyeing him up when you first met, but were you looking at him like that at other times as well? Now he’d really have to watch your video to see if it was true.

“Thanks, it’s my job.” Could he have said that any lamer? “My job outside of all this, I mean. I’m a trainer at this fancy gym downtown.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some of your videos at your gym! I know which one you’re talking about.”

“You do? You’ve seen my videos?” If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Yeah, you know I had to do a little research beforehand.” You nodded, beginning to clean up the dishes around you. “And I know you’ve already watched almost all of my videos, so it only seemed fair.”

Did you have to bring that up? Now Sukuna was embarrassed again.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Clearing his throat, Sukuna helped gather the dishes. He took up washing them, another task he could do to get his mind off you. As you took down the camera equipment, he nearly broke several dishes and utensils from scrubbing too hard.

“I’ll call you an Uber.” He said when all was said and done and you were back at the front of the building.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to.” Quickly calling you a ride, Sukuna fiddled with his phone a little more. “Uh, could I- could I-” His voice kept leaving him, and he had to cough a few times. “Can I get your number? I really liked your camera shit and I want to improve mine.” Okay, it wasn’t a total lie. He did like your setup and wanted to make his just as good, but he really wanted your number to potentially talk to you more about things outside of Youtube.

“Sure! Go ahead and type it in.” You were quick to give him your phone, a cute pink phone case on the back of it. Typing it in, he can’t help but notice the little devil emoji you add by his name. He wants to ask, but your ride is already pulling up.

“Bye!” Setting all your camera gear inside the car, you turn and wave goodbye.

“See ya.” Just as you’re about to close the car door, Sukuna gets a burst of confidence. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay!” And off you go. Sukuna watches the car drive off until he can’t see it anymore. He takes his time getting to his own place, eagerly awaiting your message with every step. But even when you do message him, all he can do is send a thumbs up back and nothing else.

It’s about two and a half days after that that you text him again, letting him know you’re done editing and that you’re going to post the video soon. It wasn’t a very long video to begin with, so the editing was simple enough. Sukuna replied with what appeared to be a lackluster ‘can’t wait’, but on the inside he was shaking. He’d already screenshot all the pictures the two of you took together and added them to a folder.

“Here we go.” As soon as the video went live, Sukuna watched it. He was mortified as soon as it started at the blush so evident on his cheeks, and how it stayed throughout the whole thing. He groaned at the part where he helped you cut up the meat, he almost wishes you’d cut it out. Every little detail that made him embarrassed was there, every little nuance of his actions you’d managed to capture and make it cute.

(Y/N): How do you like it??

You texted him after twenty minutes, eager to hear his thoughts.

(Sukuna): it’s good, good editing and stuff

(Y/N): yay! I’m going to read comments in a few hours, you should too! I bet people will be really shocked!

(Sukuna): yeah no doubt

Oh, he was definitely going to read the comments. Whereas you were going to wait for a fair few to come in before commenting, Sukuna frequently refreshed the page and read the new ones as they came in. You were right, a lot of people were surprised, but he also saw a lot of his fans as well.

‘Ew Sukuna really cooked for that bitch? They can’t do it themselves?’

‘Yeah, why do they have to rely on him? Useless as fuck lol’

‘Sukuna only did this to get laid, (Y/N) looks like an easy fuck’

All of those comments, and many more, made his blood boil. Usually, he wouldn’t care at all about the comments, letting them fester in his comment section and spiral out of control. But for you, it was different.

‘Fuck off and die you pieces of shit. Leave (Y/N) alone or say it to my fucking face’

Sukuna sent that message, along with a variety of other threats, to all the people that insulted you. He didn’t care that this wasn’t his channel and that you would deal with it in whatever way you wanted to. He needed to defend you against the unwanted audience he’d brought you.

Luckily, after seeing Sukunas messages, all of his fans backed off. They knew how serious he was about his threats and there were many rumors that he actually did go and beat people up who said things he didn’t like. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his torment.

With Sukunas name attached to the video and his heavy presence in the comment section, the video easily went viral. It was easily the most viewed video on your channel, getting on the trending pages of several different platforms.

(Sukuna): hey

It’s nearly a week after the first video that Sukuna messages you, and the hype is still going strong, and your follower count grows greatly from it.

(Y/N): hi! What’s up?

(Sukuna): do you want to film a video for my channel now? We can play a game, I have a few

(Y/N): sure that sounds fun!

Oh how wrong you were. The game Sukuna chose was a scary game, a shooter game with scary zombies and a lot of possible jumpscares. He doesn’t tell you either, so on the night of filming - he insisted on it being nighttime to get the full scary effect - you were caught off guard.

“I don’t know about this.” You whined once you saw the title. The two of you were video calling alongside playing the game together, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your figure on the screen.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll carry you, don’t worry.” He had started filming as soon as he’d set up the game, and you were filming yourself as well for him.

“You promise it won’t be too scary?”

“If it’s too scary just close your eyes and I’ll protect you.” Smiling softly at you, he started up the game. The beginning was fine, just a quick introduction to the game, but as soon as things started to get moving, you were scared.

“Sukuna a zombie is eating me!” You screamed, frantically pushing buttons in an attempt to get it off.

“It’s okay!” He quickly got rid of it, and made sure to stay close to your character as the story progressed.

“(Y/N) stay by me, there’s about to be a whole lot of them.”

“Close your eyes there’s about to be a jump scare here.”

“Don’t worry about getting that item, I’ll grab it for you!”

Sukuna nearly forgot he was being filmed, saying sweet things to you to help encourage you and make sure you weren’t overwhelmed. There were many parts where you screamed in fright and Sukuna was there to coo at you and tell you it was okay. He made sure that your character never died, making sure to keep you close until the end of the game.

“Sukuna, that was so hard!” Squishing your cheeks in your hands, you looked at him through your phone.

“It was fun though, wasn’t it? I had fun with you.” Completely abandoning the game, he stared down at his phone with a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, when there weren’t so many zombies.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and it made him laugh. Leaning his head into his hand, Sukuna grinned when you yawned.

“Aw, are you tired? Better go to sleep soon.” His voice dropped to a lower volume, like you were right next to him.

“I will.” You yawned again and it made Sukuna yawn as well.

“Get off the phone and go to bed, you’re making me tired too.”

“Fine.” Whining out the word, you waved sleepily. “Goodnight Sukuna, I’ll send you the video files in the morning, okay?”

“Night.” Waving back, Sukuna waited until you hung up to turn his stuff off as well.

In the morning, Sukuna was ready to edit. What usually took him a week to edit out of laziness, he took only a day to edit this video with you together. Rewatching the footage, he nearly gagged at seeing how soft his face got when he looked at you, and most of those parts were left in because he couldn’t stand to watch them and fix them.

(Sukuna): videos up

The next day, he messaged you. Once again Sukuna patrolled the comments, swiftly deleting any that said even a hint of a bad thing about you. There was less this time, what with Sukuna adding a warning at the beginning of the video threatening anyone that talked down at you.

This video, like the first, went viral. But for a much different reason. Since Sukuna was emotionally unable to deal with how sappy he was and edit those parts out, everyone got to see how soft he was for you. If the comments weren’t mean, they were screaming about how you and Sukuna must be dating now, because why else would he look at you and talk to you like that?

And much to Sukuna’s dismay, there were also fancam edits of you two together. Any clippable moment of him being sweet on you in the videos you’d made together along with the photos you’d posted on Instagram were edited together and posted on Twitter. You both were tagged in every single one, making sure Sukuna saw all the videos of you and him together. He saved all of them too, delighting in the way you looked with him with all those pretty filters.

By the end of the day, people were trying to put a ship name together for the two of you and he’s seen you repost a few fancams with cute messages of thanks as well. Seeing you receptive to the fans screaming about the two of you made him happy, even if he was still too nervous to text you about anything outside of Youtube.

As more comments came in, people on Twitter were begging him to do a vlog with you. You had quite a few on your channel, going to cafes or filming what your day or week was like. Sukuna had watched them all and was jealous of every single person that appeared alongside you.

(Y/N): hey I’m doing a live on Instagram if you want to join me! I know people really like us together lol it’ll be great for views

(Sukuna): sure

Did you want him to join now? He’d just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a pair of sweats, he wasn’t exactly decent. But he didn’t want to waste time getting ready only for you to end the live.

“Hi Sukuna!” You smiled and waved when he appeared on the screen.

“Hey.” He waved back, not caring about the angle he was holding the camera in. He saw hearts begin to fill up the screen and comments started to fly by, almost all in caps about the fact he was shirtless talking to you.

“Guys, don’t be weird! Who cares that Sukuna is shirtless?” You tried to stop them, but it was clear you were flustered as well. You weren’t looking at him, peeking at him through the screen a few times.

“God you’re all thirsty as fuck.” Sukuna finally looked at himself on the screen. He was shirtless and in bed, hair slightly damp and tousled on his pillow. Reading a few comments, he shot up. “Of course I’m wearing pants, you nasty fuck!” Storming out of bed, he stood in front of the only mirror in his house that wasn’t in the bathroom and turned the camera around. “See, look!”

“Oh.” Gasping softly, you were glad Sukuna didn’t notice you screenshot the live. Clad in only gray sweatpants, Sukuna’s freshly cleaned skin gleamed in the light of his bedroom and every single muscle and edge of his body was on display.

“There, told you I wasn’t fucking naked.” Rolling his eyes, he flopped back down on the bed. None of the comments had gotten any better, all of them talking about how hot he was and how you were so lucky to know him in real life.

“L-let's talk about something else.” You stammered, not showing your face on camera for a few minutes. Sukuna laughed at the comments teasing you for being embarrassed, agreeing with some of them under his breath.

“So, what the fuck are you all doing here?” Sukuna posed the question at the chat, but at you as well.

“Well before you came everyone was talking about you...and you know how everyone has been begging for us to vlog?” You started off slowly, peeking an eye at his face.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to call you to ask how you felt about that?” How he felt? Why did you want to know?

“You couldn’t have texted me that?” That wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to say, but it made you chuckle, so it was okay.

“No! I wanted to ask so everyone could know!”

“I don’t mind it.” If you wanted to vlog with him, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“So…” Worrying your lip, you looked off camera for a few seconds before looking directly at Sukuna. “Would you like to be in a vlog with me, at a cafe? It’s outside the city, kind of far, but we can rent a car or-”

“Yes.” Sukuna interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “I’ll come. We don’t have to rent a car, I’ll drive.”

“Really?” The comments were just as shocked as you were. Sukuna never filmed anywhere but his home and the gym, this would be a monumental occasion.

“Did you want me to say no?”

“No!” You screamed immediately, nearly dropping your phone. “I just- I wasn’t expecting you to say yes!”

“Well I did.” Sukuna bit his lip, running a hand through his hair and flexing his arm. “So I guess it’s a date, huh?” His normal asshole confidence was back now that you were appearing through a screen and not right next to him. A surprised sound came from the back of your throat, and you nearly dropped the phone again.

“Y-yeah! A date!” It felt good to have you flustered for once and not Sukuna. Laughing heartily at you, Sukuna smirked at the comments.

“Was that all you wanted to ask me or was there something more?”

“No, that was it!”

“Alright.” Licking his lip and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a little, Sukuna watched you bite your lip as well. “Well I’m gonna go, I got stuff to do, but I’ll text you later (Y/N).” Dropping his voice as he said goodbye, Sukuna left the livestream.

“Holy fuck.” As soon as his phone was off, Sukuna let out a breath he’d been holding in. His heart was pounding hard despite how confident he was in his actions. Flirting was nothing new to him, but with you it felt different and like he’d never done it before in his life.

He watched the rest of your livestream while he finished getting ready for bed, laughing at the comments still teasing you about getting flustered with him. The notifications for Twitter were going off as well, and he knew for sure that there were new fancams for him to check out later.

(Y/N): Sukuna!! You’re so embarrassing!

Texting him after your stream, your cheeks were still burning at the memory.

(Sukuna): hey, you said it would be good for views and it was

(Y/N): I know…

(Y/N): did you really mean it, about coming with me?

(Sukuna): of course. If I didn’t want to I would have said no

(Y/N): that’s good lol!

There was a lull in conversation, and Sukuna nearly fell asleep waiting for you to either text him again or for him to figure out what to say next.

(Y/N): so, a date huh? Are you going to bring me flowers?

Now he was awake. He didn’t expect you to bring that up again, and his eyes flew open. Sukuna’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind going blank on what to say.

(Y/N): lol just kidding! I know you only said that for the stream! I’ll text you later about the details, I’m about to knock out

(Y/N): goodnight :)

Well shit. Now he definitely wanted it to be a date.

park dates

pairing: harry potter x gn!reader

summary: park dates with harry can end in one way or another.

warnings: slight swearing, multiple mentions of bees, fluff, riding & falling off a boat.

words : 540

a/n: i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible and this is my second fic ever so i hope you like it :)

requests: are open ! but i’m new to writing if that matters to u ?

harry was always that awkward and flustered person you sometimes didn’t know how to talk to.

he was actually pretty popular in hogwarts. being the ‘chosen one’ and whatnot. the war being over, everyone recovering and no one close to harry or y/n seriously hurt, they felt like they could breath again.

harry took y/n to a muggle park he always used to look at when he was stuck in 12 privet drive with his ghastly ‘family’. he remembers the times they’d starve him or disrupt his sleeping just to cook breakfast.

y/n was packing up their things. water, food, the necessities. harry was waiting for them downstairs while watching muggle television. he heard steps from the direction of the stairs.

“ready to go?” he asked, standing up from where he was sitting.

“i’m all yours” they smiled.

“great let’s get going”

—

“haz, this is beautiful,” y/n was in awe by a muggle park “it’s not as beautiful as the ones in the wizarding world but it’s something for muggles.”

“oh of course. wizarding locations are nothing to muggle locations but i’ve always wanted to come here. i was always stuck somewhere, you know?”

“harry,” they turned to look at each other “of course i know” they giggled while he playfully nudged their shoulder.

“hey, why don’t we ride a boat?” he wondered.

“do you know how to row it?”

“well, no but i can try?” he shrugged

“alright then, just don’t make us fall into the water”

—

that is exactly what harry did.

“fucking hell, harry!” y/n groaned as she stood up from where they laid after being submerged into a lake.

“i’m so sorry,” harry laughed “i tried okay?”

“okay, harry” they rolled their eyes.

“come on,” he offered a hand “let’s go sit and dry off?”

“sure”

—

“again, i am so so sorry” harry said with his mouth full from the crisps they brought.

“harry,” y/n started “i am freezing cold but that’s fine because i love you and you bought me hot chocolate”

the two exchanged some small talk while they drank, ate and dried off. they laughed so much that they had people looking at them funny.

people would think that this was a romantic exchange between two young adults. who knows why they’re wet. but what happens next, may not be so romantic.

y/n heard a faint buzzing from her right ear. harry heard it too.

“y/n… don’t freak out but there’s this really big bee next to your head.” harry said whispered slowly.

y/n’s eyes widened. the faint buzzing grew louder and louder by the second. the only thing that harry and y/n thought was run. and so they did.

—

“bloody hell,” harry exhaled when they reached the car “blimey, y/n! i am so sorry this date has been an actual disaster and-“

before harry could continue, he was cut of by the loud laughing of y/n. “harry! stop being a blubbering git! this date has been absolutely brilliant! i haven’t had this much fun in years” they cackled, slightly out of breath.

“really?” harry was surprised to say the least.

“yes! this has been amazing! i feel so alive!” they were laughing, catching their breaths and listening to music on the way home.

this was the greatest date y/n has been on.

@peregrer the What. 👀👀👀 *insert John Mulaney gif of "say more right now"*

ok so when I say "the extent to which I've fleshed out the QT GBBO AU in my head is getting to be embarrassing," I truly and deeply mean it, please enjoy 1,900 words of utter ridiculousness.

first, our competitors:

Legarus - performs so poorly that viewers are a bit confused how he got on the show in the first place, a la Jamie (series 10) or that one guy who made a lime and chocolate cake in the first week.

Chloe - nice flavors and good ideas for decorations, but pretty sloppy. was up for elimination in the first week but came back with a great showstopper.

Melheret - good but not as good as he thinks he is (hence his bread week elimination because of sloppy technique), heavy-handed with the alcohol flavoring

Agape - solid competitor, not flashy but tasty + pretty results. I haven't worked out exact week-by-week themes (that would indeed be Too Much) but I imagine this is something like "Dairy" or "Caramel" or "Vegan," some particular element she just happens to not be strong on. viewers are disappointed by her early elimination

Teleus - Dad contestant. brings in a bunch of weird pans and gadgets he made up himself, does pretty well until it comes to Fiddly Foreign Foods he doesn't know (probably eliminated in French or Patisserie week)

Laela - typically has good flavors and pretty designs but technical knowledge is a bit lacking, so there are usually some flaws in the execution and she's often in the bottom half of technicals

Phresine - Grandma contestant. nails the classics but ultimately isn't creative enough to make it further.

Magus - the "Ian (series 6)" flavor of Dad contestant, often brings in foraged ingredients or eggs from his own chickens or whatnot and revives old recipes/flavor combinations no one else knows about. one week, some of those turn out to just be too weird, leading to his elimination.

Sophos - pretty elaborate decorations and good flavors (on the border of classic and new), but he tends to try a million different embellishments on everything and struggles with timing, occasionally to the detriment of technique.

Kamet - always has really interesting and different flavors and tends to do well in technicals especially, assuming he doesn't get overwhelmed. which is... an assumption (Finalist)

Costis - leans towards classic and indulgent flavors, although sometimes a bit sloppy--the kind of contestant where the judges look at his dishes and say "it's a bit of a mess" and then Paul Hollywood starts laughing because it still tastes delicious (Finalist)

Irene - absolutely stunning visually, queen of the technicals, occasionally gets the "style over substance" warning (Winner)

more details below the cut

I've gone back and forth on whether Eugenides should be in it but ultimately I decided no because I wanted to maintain a pre-show relationship between Laela + Kamet (I thought otherwise at first but then I realized I hadn't left Kamet any longterm friends or family for his finalist video and that's depressing af) and Irene and Sophos which to my knowledge hasn't happened once on the show so far? so having a married couple on top of that seems like it would be a stretch, and also then I think I'd need to make Eugenides the winner on principle and you know what? he can stand to be second fiddle to his wife for a little bit. My alternate backstory for him is that he was actually the winner of MasterChef one year (good with knives), so in the first episode Irene's first little chat to camera is something like "my husband's been bugging me for years to try out and I keep telling him he's got a skewed perspective on cooking competitions, finally I applied just to shut him up... and here we are." Her little video introduction is about how baking is a stress relief from her bigshot job. Her decorations tend to be abstract and gorgeous rather than cutesy.

Kamet, likewise, was nagged into applying by Laela, but she very cleverly framed it as she wanted to apply and wanted him to do it to for moral support. both were confident the other would get in and surprised that they did themselves. This is one of those series where everyone's friendships are immediate and obvious and super adorable (cast of series 10 my beloved...), and in particular these two are holding hands in episode 1. Laela's deep blue robe from TaT sticks in my head for whatever reason so I imagine her making an elaborate blue peacock cake or something one week that wins her star baker. somebody always does a peacock something and it's always impressiev.

Phresine is cool as a cucumber under pressure, always has lovely things to say about everyone else's bakes, and is the go-to last-minute helper because she usually comes in under the time. Irene starts out similar but as the weeks go by she starts to feel the pressure a bit more and cuts it a bit close. Sophos is the worst on timings, and mentions his wife at least once an episode. (I also played with him being single on the show and meeting Helen later through Irene and Eugenides, but this idea is too cute to pass up tbh.) Teleus lives with Relius, a fact that isn't mentioned until a few weeks in when he comments that Relius likes a recipe or gave him an idea for a flavor or something (Relius does not bake himself but will happily sample practice bakes), to the surprised delight of every viewer whose favorite contestant is the oldest gay in any given series (me, me, that person is me).

Costis tends to use a lot of chocolate and, as I said, pretty "classic" flavors--one of those people who makes a full English savory bake at some point. He's usually in the top half of the competition but doesn't get the top until one of the later weeks in the competition, which is a Honey themed week, and he absolutely nails it. The delicate decorations of his honey nut cakes and his use of honeycomb are particularly praised and that's the week he gets star baker. One of those bakers who flirts with elimination the first few weeks but noticeably improves over the course of the show.

My most, like, plot-y ideas are about Kamet (SHOCKER). I imagine he was born in Setra (I usually make Setra a non-autonomous region in my AUs) but arrived in Britain as a child due to [Unspecified Crisis] and ended up with foster dad Jeffa, who was roughly from the same region but not Setra itself; whenever Kamet wanted Setran food as a kid, Jeffa would take him to the library to find recipes and that was what sparked his love of baking. He's well-read on the subject and knows about foods from a lot of different cultures, so he's usually heard of the technical challenges even if he hasn't made or eaten them. He does a lot of fusion flavors, and is ALL ABOUT bread week.

I don't usually make the his-relationship-with-Nahuseresh-is-romantic leap in modern AUs but I think it works for this one because of the nature of the format--Nahuseresh doesn't actually appear on camera but is alluded to once or twice, ends up being Very Displeased that Kamet is doing something for himself, and during the week following Laela's elimination they have the fight that makes Kamet realizes this is actually a terrible relationship and he needs to leave now. He calls Laela to let her know what's up and mentions that, since he'll need to stay in a motel and has presumbly lost his job as a secretary (yeah working for your boyfriend is Bad, he's realized that now), he's going to have to drop out of the show. Laela, despite living in a studio flat without room to host him, immediately thinks "um fuck that" and calls Costis, and within an hour Costis and Aris and a few rugby buddies have moved all of Kamet's things into Costis and Aris's flat, where Costis insists that he'll squeeze into Aris's room (they've shared before, it's fine) and that Kamet gets first dibs on the kitchen for all bake off practices.

None of them actually reveal any of this to the show's producers. Kamet gets a little overwhelmed the following week and nearly walks away from the tent, but Costis jumps in to keep his bake from being ruined, and some soothing words from Irene + the hosts calm him down and he returns to finish. The only mention of the Drama comes in the finale, during the longer video clips they do on each of the contestants. Kamet is deliberately vague about the details of the situation, but Aris shows up in both Costis's and Kamet's videos and references the fact that having TWO flatmates in the bake off is a bit difficult because they only have a standard size kitchen, so he hasn't cooked for himself in a month and has been living off cake and savory breads. one of the hosts talks to Kamet in the tent after that clip is shown and he still won't talk about it in more detail, but says that he wanted to tell people so they could appreciate why Costis hasn't practiced as much the last few weeks (the judges scolded him for winging it a couple of times), and admits that he totally copied some of Costis's techniques for honey week based on watching him at home.

I imagine the finale task is something like an illusion cake--probably with a bunch of additional required elements because the show has been going bonkers with the finale showstoppers in the newer seasons--and Irene wins with a jewelry box containing, among other things, ruby earrings made out of candy. Kamet does a stepwell, and Costis does something architectural (I was thinking castle but something visibly Greek-ish so maybe a temple or a megaron? idk). Irene wins but they're all BFFs and that's obvious, so everyone's delighted for her. The little montage at the end reveals that Irene + Gen are expecting twins, that everybody hangs out all the time, and that Costis + co recently helped Kamet move into his own flat where he's now working on a novel (Immakuk and Ennikar inspired, obvi, leaning heavily on the honey-shared-on-the-road thing and including some recipes that actually work in the narration, albeit still written in an ancient-novel-like-way).

[Obviously not part of the show, but when Kamet mentions that it's time for him to look for his own place, Costis tries to v awkwardly invite him to stay forever and Kamet is like "nope I've got to try this on my own but yes we will go on a date once I've moved out and see how it goes from there."]

[This is so far beyond the scope of the show but also several of them go on to have more baking-related careers and have active social media presences and at one point they're all hanging out and Eugenides pulls out a camera and demands they all produce baking pick-up lines. Teleus refuses and also doesn't believe anyone knows baking pick-up lines off the top of their head or could make them up on the spot. Sophos sort of proves him right by coming up with "you're the apple of my pie," which Eugenides instantly mocks because Sophos's three greatest loves are baking, Helen, and poetry, and that's the best he can do? Helen comes up with "I like my cake the way I like my men--rich, sweet, and bright red," to which Sophos blushes on cue. Irene's is "when I'm with you, I feel like chocolate heated to 50 degrees--I struggle to maintain my temper." Eugenides protests this is more like an anti-pickup line. Irene insists this is the most accurate marriage-related baking pun anyone could ever come up with.

[Laela's is "You and I are like custard--I hope we never split." Kamet's is "You remind me of bread, because I knead you." Costis freezes for a minute and finally comes up with "Fancy a cream horn?" which produces a lot of giggling and makes Kamet slap his arm in such a way that, hen Eugenides posts this video to instagram, fans of the show all go WAIT ARE THEY DATING NOW] [by this point, yes they are] [I didn't even have to google baking pickup lines for this, guys, I legit came up with them on my own, please clap.]

am I obsessed? I might be obsessed

wrapped in midnight blue.

Word count: 1500+

Author’s note: modern day prince!Calum x reader. part 2. find part 1 here.

@notinthesameguey HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY BLANCA! I’ve promised you something including your Royal Highness, and look! He’s here to sweep you off your feet!

Enjoy babe! Love you so much! ❤️ 

masterlist.

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You were sure that either someone was playing a prank on you or that the letter found its way into your bedroom accidentally. There was no way that the crimson envelope with the fine gold lettering belonged to you. You have seen plenty of these when the messengers packed them up to make sure they arrived on time to the addressees – another royal ball, this time to celebrate the Royal Family’s All Hallows’ Eve party. A smile pulled at your lips as you’ve remembered Calum mumbling something about the name, how his parents tried to give a fancy term to their usual Halloween celebration.

Carefully you picked up the envelope, not wanting to bend or crease the paper. You just wanted to peek at the name to know who else was invited before finding one of the guys working as a messenger and giving it back to him, making sure that this time it really found its way to the correct princess or dame. Your breath hitch the moment you laid eyes on the name – this invitation was address for you, the letters of your name drawn with a sure hand in beautiful cursive, with a small little heart added at the end. Pulling out the invitation card you felt your cheeks turn hot, but you couldn’t fight your smile as your fingers brushed over Calum’s name at the bottom.

*

You soon needed to realize that it was impossible for you to make it to the All Hallows’ Eve ball – if it wasn’t enough that you did not have a dress that would pass as acceptable during an occasion like this, (and how could you, you were only a kitchen girl for God’s sake), the head cook came up with such a difficult and intricate menu for the event that you didn’t even have time to let Calum know about it. He tried to corner you a few times, but he was always shooed away by Mrs Higgins and Mrs Jones, saying how he should keep away from all the food prepared for the celebration. They never failed to remind him how six years old Calum got sick from too many cupcakes or how ten years old Calum got peanut butter all over his white dress shirt and how…

“Y/N? Psst, come here!”

The voice made you stop in your tracks – the ball was already in full swing, so what did Mali do down in the kitchens in her stunning black dress? She clutched her mask in her hand as she nodded towards the door, asking you to come meet her. You looked around quickly then put down the basket of vegetables on a table before slipping out of the room, following the princess.

“Miss Mali, I have to go back to work…” you’ve tried to reason with her, but she shook her head, already grabbing your hand and pulling you towards your sleeping quarters.

“No, you don’t. You need to dress up and make an appearance at the royal ball. You’re already late.”

“Your Highness, I have work to do, I can’t just… I can’t just leave my post,” but your words didn’t appear to make Mali stop as she spun around, hands on her waist, golden bracelets clinking together as she gave you a pointed look.

“And I have a lovesick puppy of a brother moping in the ballroom, waiting for his Cinderella,” she signed before lightly grabbing your arms, squeezing them lovingly. “Look, I know I shouldn’t know about you two, but he clearly has it bad for you and you make him happy. He lights up like a Christmas tree whenever he sees you around, and that’s all I want for him.”

“I– don’t know what to say,” you felt your cheeks turn hot, your stomach flipping pleasantly at Mali’s words of support.

“Say you will come and make Calum happy. Please!”

“I don’t have a dress… or a mask…” your fingers nervously played with the hem of your apron, knowing all too well that you couldn’t show up in your messy clothes.

“Oh, sweetheart, I have already taken care of it all,” Mali gave you a brilliant smile before taking your hand again, running down the hallway with you.

*

You felt breathless as you’ve stepped into the ballroom, and you needed to remind yourself that no one in there knew who you really were. People didn’t pay too much attention to you as you passed them by, and really, how could they? All of their eyes were trained on the Royal Family, the King and the Queen ready to give their opening dance before letting others join as well. You caught sight of Mali and Calum at the other end of the room, one of them smiling and beaming happily at their parents, the other trying to look interested and hiding his bored looks and yawns.

Then you saw it, how Mali found you in the crowd with her eyes and she slipped next to Calum, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention then pointing at you. You could see even under the mask hiding his face how he was furrowing his brows, mumbling something to Mali, probably about how he didn’t want to go up to the stranger and dance with her, no matter how much his sister insisted, but then Mali whispered something in his ear, and Calum’s whole attitude changed. He pressed a quick kiss onto his sister’s cheek before making his way down the steps, excusing himself as he passed dames and princesses, his eyes trained on you.

“May I have this dance?” he stopped in front of you, slightly bowing before you as he held his hand out.

“It would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” you made sure to remember the royal etiquette, giving a quick curtsey to him before slipping your hand in his.

Calum’s lips pulled at the corners, a smile spreading across his face as he led you to the dancefloor, his hand settling on your waist while he pulled your hand onto his shoulder, grabbing your other hand in his.

“It’s okay, just follow my lead,” he whispered in your ear and you nodded, letting him guide you as the two of you started dancing. “That’s a really nice dress you have there.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s from Mali’s closet,” you rolled your eyes, and Calum giggled, squeezing your hips.

The dress was a beautiful midnight blue colour, with a smattering of silver all over it, making it look like a starry sky. You were ready to tell Mali that you couldn’t accept it, this was too big of an offering from her, but she just pushed a similar colour blue mask into your hand before excusing herself, going back to the ball she has left.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Calum smiled before twirling you around, pulling you back to his chest. “I was hoping you could make it. I started to lose faith.”

“Well, thank your sister. Otherwise I would still be in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and whatnot,” your answer made Calum chuckle again.

“Hope you don’t have to leave at midnight, Cinderella. Not sure Mrs Higgins would let me chase after you into the kitchen. She seems to be really protective of all the royal food,” he slowly started guiding you towards a side entrance before looking around and slipping out with you to a hallway.

“I definitely need to make up an excuse why I was missing,” you wrapped your arm around his offered one, and Calum hummed, walking with you to the garden.

“I’ll come up with something. Or let Mali handle it,” he shrugged, making the both of you laugh. “But I really do owe her one. I guess I didn’t think through all the possibilities when I’ve left that invitation on your bed.”

“It’s okay. You’re still my favourite prince,” you slowly stepped closer, fitting yourself against his side, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“Does this favourite prince of yours deserve a kiss now?” he cupped your face in his palms, thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “Cause he’s been missing you like crazy.”

You nodded, already pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to brush your lips together, and Calum quietly moaned as he wrapped you in a hug, his lips soft and warm against yours. Your teeth knocked together as he deepened your kiss, his tongue teasing yours while your fingers slipped into his hair at the nape of his neck. It took you long minutes to pull back from each other, his teeth lightly nipping your bottom lip before peppering small, soothing kisses all over it.

“I missed you too, Cal,” you sighed, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he ran his fingers through your hair, down your back and then up, pressing another kiss on your temple.

“We should maybe go back,” he lightly swayed with you, not ready to let go. “We could dance a little more and then maybe when people are not looking… we could slip back up to my room… I’m sure I could find you a similar midnight blue shirt that would look even better on you… wrinkled and buttons undone… what do you think?”

“I say…” you pressed a kiss against his chin before fixing his mask. “…that it would be my pleasure. Lead the way, Your Highness.”

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It’s Alright

Anonymous asked: Hello! I’m back again with another Prompto request if that’s alright?? I’ve been feeling kind of down and lonely recently so I was wondering if I could please get something with Prompto’s s/o confessing that they’re sorry he has to deal with them because they feel like they’re difficult to love and whatnot? I hope that’s alright... thank you so much and I apologize if this is a poor request 💜💜

Pairing: Prompto x Reader

Warnings: depression themes throughout

Word Count: 800

A/N: hi anon, I’m sorry this took longer than expected, but I hope you’re doing well. just remember that you’re loved and cared for, and I hope that this helps. I’m always here to talk if you need it! 

Times lately have been... Rough to say the least.

The stresses of life, such as schooling, work, and social life have been getting to you lately, causing you to spiral into an extreme depression episode. As much as you wished you could get back to your normal self, things just continued to pile up onto you to the point where you’re struggling to move from bed every day.

Your long term boyfriend, Prompto, had noticed this change in behavior. He... Was worried to say the least. Your usual bubbly self was gone it seemed, replaced by an unmotivated and crying mess. It was unlike you, and anything he’d ever seen before. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure how to react to this mood change, he’d never seen you this sad. He’s seen you sad some times... Like, during a movie and he’s seen you cry, but this was different. It was completely different. 

But he didn’t miss a beat when it came to taking care of you. He made meals for you, all three meals throughout the day without complaining. He’d even serve breakfast in bed for you. He offered to help you shower and bathe, making sure you at least bathed every other day. He’d brush your hair and play with it, as well as massaging your scalp to help you feel better if anything. 

Prompto began to find any reason to take you out of the house, as much as you didn’t want to, it was hard to say no to him regardless. Even if it was picking up food from a drive thru, he’d beg for you to come. You both visited a lot of new places as well. He took you to the grand opening of a pet store, a small and local coffee shop neither of you had heard of, the giant park nearby where you were staying, he took you everywhere. 

It was evident Prompto was trying so hard to cheer you up, which made you feel guilty. He worked so hard to try and cheer you up, and you know that was also taking a toll on him. It isn’t easy watching him grow exhausted with trying to take care of you while trying to take care of himself and the house as well. You felt guilty because you knew you were just dragging him down with you. 

Eventually, you were fed up with it. The next time you saw Prompto, you managed to make it to the kitchen on your own. He was in the middle of cooking something that smelt like heaven, but you pushed those thoughts away quickly. You approached him from behind silently, besides a couple of occasional sniffles.

Prompto raised his brows in surprise once he heard you approach, turning towards you and offering a bright smile. “Oh hey! You made it here on your-” He noticed the way your face was covered with tears, his smile falling quickly. “...Own. Hey, what’s wrong, cutie?” He asked, ruffling your hair and wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. 

You hated the fact that you immediately broke down more, basically sobbing into his arms. You tried speaking, but it was probably hard to understand through the muffled cries. Prompto didn’t speak though, he simply held you and allowed you to let it all out. Finally, when you pulled yourself together a little, you looked up at him with a teary-eyed expression. “I’m so sorry Prompto...” You whispered, your voice slightly hoarse and shaky. “I wish it was easier to love me... I know it’s hard... I feel so bad.” You confessed, wiping your face. 

Confusion flashed on Prompto’s features, quickly replaced by concern. “What? No... No, hey, look at me.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks so that you would look up at him. “I love you, no matter how ‘hard’ it is.” He murmured, shaking his head slowly. “Just because you get a little down sometimes doesn’t mean you’re hard to love. I know you’re trying your best, and sometimes that’s all I can ask for. I’m just glad that I’m here to take care of you and support you. You’re not hard to love, you’re perfect for me, okay?” He explained, smiling sadly. “I care about you.” 

You looked up at him and let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. The sincerity of his voice and expression made you feel slightly better. You wrapped your arms around him slowly and hid your face in his chest, sniffling softly. Prompto smiled weakly and rubbed your back comfortingly. “It’s alright.” He whispered softly, continuing to hold you tightly. “Let’s make dinner, okay?” 

You nodded slowly and pulled away slowly. Maybe things were going to be okay. You knew Prompto loved you, and you knew you loved him. Just like Prompto said... It’s alright.

Can I request a just really fluffy Liam x reader where they both have the day off and spend the day together at home just watching movies and whatnot? Thank you!💕

You loved having the day off but something you loved even more than that was you and Liam both having the day off. It didn’t happen very frequently. He was always in the studio, doing a photo shoot, stuck at an interview or performing somewhere and you were always working your boring 9 to 5 job. He had told you many times to just quit and spend time with him because he knew how much you dreaded it but you didn’t want to be dependent on someone. So when your alarm didn’t go off this morning and neither did his you were both elated.

“Okay. We’re having a movie day. No leaving the house or exercising or cooking. It’s gonna be me and you on that couch for the entire day.” He announced happily.

How could you say no to such a declaration? You couldn’t nor would you ever want to. Your rare do nothing days with Liam were always your favorite.

The two of you got snuggled in on your big comfortable sofa, blankets wrapped around the both of you like a cocoon. There were crumbs from your snacks riddling the coffee table and the floor, most of them from the popcorn fight Liam had started a couple horrible Netflix movies ago.

You perked up as the doorbell rang and your boyfriend got up to retrieve the pizza that he had ordered an hour ago. He came back a few minutes later, 3 boxes in his hand.

“Look what I’ve got!” He waved the boxes around and wiggled his eyebrows. He set the boxes on the table in front of you. “This is a no plate affair right?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Plates are for suckers.” He laughed before sitting back down next to you and lifting up the lid to reveal the delicious food. “Have I ever told you how much I love you, Li?”

He laughed again. “Yeah yeah. Just eat your pizza, y/n.”

You ate your pizza as you turned on the next movie. It was some sort of comedy about something but you didn’t really know what was happening because all you wanted to do was look at your laughing boyfriend. You loved to admire his contagious smile and the way his eyes crinkled when he was laughing whole heartedly. You loved him with your entire being and these moments meant the world to you.

“I’m glad we got to do this today. I think we both needed it.”

He nodded. “We definitely did. It’s been a stressful month, yeah?”

You put your hands on each side of his face, pulling him forward a bit so you could kiss him. “Having you in my life makes every stressful day I’ve ever had seem not that stressful.”

“Come here.” He laid back, patting his chest.

You smiled, cuddling into his warm torso and letting out a sigh of comfort. “You’re never allowed to leave again. It’s you, me and this couch for the rest of our lives.”

He chuckled. “You know that I would love that. Don’t tease me with such enticing thoughts.” He put his arms around you, dragging his fingertips up and down your back.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“That’s okay, y/n. I could stay like this forever.”

Survey #349

“we’ll meet again, when both our cars collide”

When was the last time you had a PopTart? It's been many, many months. Do you like hot chocolate? Well duh. Who made you laugh the hardest today? I haven't really laughed today. Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? Hmph. Would you ever jump into a fire to save your bestfriend? I know I would. Do you have a callus from writing too much? No, I only have calluses on my feet from when I used to walk for hours on end. They just never permanently went away, even with grooming. Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? I dread to guess what the girl Jason dated after me was told about me. I shouldn't care at all, but I do. I have every reason to accurately be defined as "the crazy ex," and I fucking hate it. Who is your best guy friend? Girt, a friend from high school. Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? I did as a kid, but now I don't. I just kinda stand and eat. What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? I kinda burnt the roof of my mouth on pizza the other night. Do you know anyone with a lip piercing? Me, haha. I know others, too. What did the last tattoo you saw, look like? I don't remember. Have you ever given birth? NO FUCKING THANK YOU. Do you enjoy making out? I mean if I'm in the mood to and I love you, yeah. Why exactly do you take surveys? "I genuinely like doing them and they’re great for venting and sorting out thoughts and whatnot. I can just ramble and get things off my chest." <<<< This right here covers it. As well, it's just a boredom killer. And I happen to be bored very, very often. Rockband or Gutair Hero? Both are great, why choose just one? What are you listening to right now? Halocene's cover of "Helena" by My Chemical Romance. It's beautiful. What kind of energy drinks do you drink, if any? None, because I just can't do energy drinks. They taste like pure poison to me. Have you ever been swimming in a river? No. Swimming in a river sounds pretty dangerous... Does your alarm clock wake you with music, or with an annoying buzz sound? Music. When you broke stuff in the house as a child, did you blame it on siblings? I'm hoping you don't mean breaking deliberately, 'cuz I wasn't that kind of kid. But anyway, I don't believe I did. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes. I was obSESSED with those games as a kid. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Which one are you more scared of? Tigers, probably. They're so stealthy and, while I may be entirely wrong, seem like the top candidate of the three to attack a human, be it for food or defense. And have you SEEN the muscles on a tiger? Christ. Describe the best use that you’ve found for duct tape: Uh, taping things lmao. Do you wrap gifts or use gift bags? I use gift bags, because I can't wrap for shit. What fast food place do you avoid at all costs? Arby's is really gross to me. Are you afraid of deep sea creatures? Just giant squid... *shudders* Have you ever agreed to purchase something on Ebay and got scammed somehow? No. I did, however, purchase something on deviantART and never got the product. It was going to be a present for Jason. In dA's defense though, I've bought like... two or three other things from there, and there were zero issues. It's really about the people you trust. If you get a call that says “Unknown”, do you answer it? Nnnnope. Do you have any bobble head figures? No. Have your parents ever left you somewhere without realizing it? I don't think so. Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. Did your last kiss mean anything to you? Well yeah, I wouldn't have kissed her otherwise. Would you say that you have a nice smile? No; I've been self-conscious of it since I was a kid, mostly because one of my eyes looks more squinty than the other, but they both are to me. I've always said I look high when I smile lmao. Is there an ex you want to make up with? My mind immediately screams "Jason," but I know that's a horrendous idea. Our last talk ended peacefully and even with care and good wishes, and I need my fucking impenetrable head to accept that's where it needs to end. He does NOT need to re-enter my life. It would be so bad for me. Do you remember how you felt on 9/11? I have no memory of it, if I'm being honest. What outfit makes you feel the most attractive? None. Other than yourself, who knows you the best? Really? Whoever reads these lmao. What’s one complaint that you have about school? Common Core and how every student's school experience was not tailored towards their unique goals. Like they try to cram a shitload of identical and usually useless information into a kid's brain to make them a jack of all trades, you could say, but not enough information they need to properly pursue their career future. It causes such an unnecessary amount of frustration and stress. I have many, many complaints about the education system, but this one tops the list. What do you do while you’re on campus but not in class? Back in college, I would just do stuff on my laptop. Do you know anyone who has Autism/Asperger’s syndrome? Yes. Are you open to a same-sex relationship and why or why not? Well, considering I'm bisexual... Do you remember life without the internet? No. Have you ever found yourself to be ugly? I've gone my entire life thinking I'm ugly, if I'm being real. What is your state’s minimum wage? $7.25 a fucking hour. :'''''') Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? There's a few people. What is your first memory of being in a hospital? Considering my mom worked at the local hospital when I was a kid, I remember being there quite, quite young, playing with my older sister in Mom's and her coworkers' room. I think Nicole was too young to really "play." Do you have any relatives with red hair? No. What is something good that has happened to you in the past week? I got my first Covid vaccine. My arm hurts like a motherfucker now, but to protect my mom, it's worth it. Please get vaccinated. How much was the rent/mortgage at the cheapest place you’ve ever lived? That's never been my business. Have you ever been to a gay pride parade? No, but I would go to a local one if I could actually walk five feet without being in serious pain and sweating like a pig. Do you still keep in touch with your very first best friend? We're friends on Facebook, but that's it. What was the topic of the last conversation you had with your dad? I can't remember, but it was recent, because we all met at Ashley's house for Nicole's birthday celebration. How often did you visit your grandparents when you were growing up? Pretty much never, given they all lived no less than like, 10 hours (via car) from where we lived. My immediate family are the only people in NC. When two family members are fighting, what do you usually do? Stay out of it, but admittedly try to listen just to know what's going on. Do you like the smell of men’s cologne? Yeah. What’s your all time FAVORITE freezer food? Do you eat that a lot? I survive off of microwaveable freezer food, so this is very hard... uhhhhh... perhaps this Banquet bowl meal that's mac 'n cheese with spicy chicken. It's absolutely delicious, like you'd never guess that sucker was just popped in the microwave. I'd say I eat it a moderate amount; it's a reliable option if Mom's not cooking and I'm really hungry, because it's super filling. Do you like documentaries? Have you ever watched one and find it boring? I enjoy them, particularly when they're about animals. Were you ever a fan of macaroni & cheese? Do you like Kraft dinner? Ha, speak of mac 'n cheese. I love it, and Kraft makes it fine. Do you burn incense? Not as much as I used to. I love the smell and just general vibe, though. What would you consider an unacceptable first date? Going to a bar or something. Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? In the head, anyway. Is there anything currently bothering you? Multiple things. Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? No. Do you like things vampire-related? I don't really have an opinion on vampire stuff. Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I don't care. Have you ever been to a casino? No. What’s the last thing you wore a costume for besides Halloween related events? Back when I still took dance classes and we had the yearly recital. What does your father do for a living? He's a mailman. What’s the last app you downloaded on your phone? Haha, I re-downloaded this ollllldddd game I had before, Nyan Cat: Lost in Space (or something like that?) for my niece to play. She's hooked on it now. Are you in any discomfort right now? Yeah; as I mentioned, my arm really hurts. What do you know the most about? Of all things I know, almost certainly meerkats. Are you seeing anyone? No. Have you ever hooked back up with an ex, just for sex? Was it a mistake or no? No. Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class? No, because I didn't use my phone in class. Have you seen all the Shrek movies? No, which is a fucking crime. I need to see the last one. Have you ever finished a whole video game? Plenty plenty plenty. Do you know anyone with a pet snake? Yeah, myself included. If you had to live in an extreme environment — think Sahara, Antarctica, under the sea, on the Moon— where would you want to live? Why? Probably Antarctica. I'm sure it would be unpleasant, being that cold, but I feel there's more you can do about being cold than being in the scalding heat of, say, the Sahara. Living on the moon or in the deep ocean sounds super sucky. How was your day overall? It's been okay. Not as bored as usual, at least. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Like... zero. I want to say my dad, and I almost do, just... nightmares make that very, very difficult. Plus his past. What does your mom call you? Normally just "Britt." Write a sentence in another language: Oh god, my German is so rusty... uhhhh... Hallo, ich heiße Brittany, und ich bin 25 Jahre alt und wohne in North Carolina. I think I got the grammar right? Have you ever sent an X-Rated picture to someone? No. Even if I was comfortable with my body, I would be way too paranoid to at any point have a naked picture on my phone, even if I deleted it. Like, hello blackmail, but also, nothing you delete is ever really gone permanently. What big city do you live near? Raleigh is like an hour away. Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? omg YES Is there a Sonic in your area? Yes, it's my favorite fast food joint. You have GOT to try the pretzel twists with cheese dip. Have you ever gone to a thrift store? Yeah, I love 'em. Do you think Johnny Depp is attractive? I do. Are you happy with the state you live in? No, not at all. I hate this place. Bunch of homophobic, racist rednecks. How many times have you seen the opposite sex naked? It's not like I counted every time I saw my ex naked over three and half years lmao. How many times have you seen the same sex naked? A few times. When days go by, do you cross them off on the calendar? I don't use a calendar. Are you currently counting down to something? If so, what? MY TATTOO APPOINTMENT!!!!! :''') I know I can't stop talking about it, but ugh I'm so excited. May 19th, c'mon already. Do you pay rent to your parents? No. Do you dye eggs for Easter? I used to as a kid. Not so much anymore. Are you in debt right now? For what? Oh god, I don't want to think of this. Would you ever work night crew? I really, really wouldn't want to. Humans are diurnal for a reason. Being awake in constant darkness would depress the fuck outta me, and it'd feel so lonely, with everyone I know asleep. Who was the last person that lied to you, or that you can recall lying to you? What did they lie about? How did you find out they were lying? I don't remember. Has anyone ever called you ugly, straight up, before? How did you react to this? No, not to my face. Who is the most stubborn person you know {excluding yourself}? MY MOTHER.

my big cringy text post full of useless info about Juhi Zo (oc)

Uhhh this is in response to the anon from curious cat who asked ‘bout my oc...it was too much text.......

Hey. HEY? r u tryna make me cry cuz that's how you do it I'm so happy ppl like her when I was so ashamed and embarrassed to show her lmao Ah...there's so so so much about her and I've tried typing it out over n over but it's hard to tell her story without going off on long tangents trying to explain other details. Like, it wouldn't make sense without them...and I didn't wanna make this post super long and I'm still embarrassed about talking about it ...I hope u r cool with just hearing random facts and snippets of story about her ah I'm sorry ;_;

I created her with the intention of using her for self inserting/shipping lmao but that's probably obvious...and idk if she breaks any rules of the universe and I feel weird talkin' about her cuz I'm only in the middle of Shippuden so I don't know what the whole world is like lol but uuh

She's left handed

One of her hobbies is jewelry making. She mainly uses wire and ceramic beads and gives them as gifts to her friends. They might wear it to be polite but nobody really likes it lmao

Her team consists of herself, her lil brother Zitien, her big sister Agneya, and is lead by her mom or dad. They switch out cuz they care about spending time with their kids lol

Some of my art depicts her skin tone as richly saturated for aesthetic reasons, but she's meant to be quite grey because of a mineral in her body! It's part of her kekkei genkai™

She has a seal on her back and it's got two parts! One seals her entire weight, the other seals her entire temperature???? Kinda like how Tsunade's holdin' in her old, like suckin' in a gut. It's like that with Juhi's body temperature and weight and she can partially open each seal individually. Full grown at 5'4", she weighs 3.4 tonnes unsealed and her body is a hot hot 2100°C when unsealed. She's just super dense and hot and heavy! Like she's made of metal or something. When fully unsealed the weight and heat can warp her body structure as if she's melting, and when she seals that shit back up and her body cools back down she could remain permanently deformed! There are doctors on her home island who specialize in fixing some of that through corrective surgery, like parts of her skeleton fusing into one big mass, but not everything can be fixed! So she's gotta watch it!

 She has nightmares about her face melting and people being scared of her or not being able to recognize her cuz you can't bring the face back to normal after it melts. Everyday she wakes up and checks her face obsessively to make sure all her features are the same distance apart and the same shape and whatnot

Even when fully sealed, full grown she weighs 300 pounds with an internal body temp of 40°C and for that reason she sinks like a rock and is terrified of large bodies of water! Learning to walk on water was the first thing ppl of her clan with the same kekkei genkai learn.

When her temperature is higher, she can (for the most part, aside from the melting at the highest temps) withstand and survive temperatures the same as hers or slightly higher, but for example at an internal temp of 400°C she will burn at 450°C

 I love drawin' sweat and I even draw Juhi with sweat on her body cuz I can't help it but she doesn't sweat! She's always dehydrated and most of her body's moisture evaporates through exhalation as a complication caused by her kekkei genkai.

People from her island are trained to use a different type of chakra and her kekkei genkai also makes her body extremely efficient in using that chakra, so a little goes a long way. One of the things that comes from that is she doesn't typically get uncomfortably hot or cold. She can sense changes in temperatures, but her body is really efficient at maintaining homeostasis and she just don't get too bothered by it! To a point, anyway.

wow i talked lots about her KG but just the boring useless facts about it and not what it actually is but i did say random hahee :•)

For her Naruto AU she exists on a branching timeline, one branch where she falls in love with Shino and one where she falls in love with Kankuro! ew!

In the Shino timeline she takes on a more taijutsu focused fighting style thus we have taiJuhi! 

Because of her weight/density she moves pretty slow for a ninja, but her mental reaction speed is typical of any decent shinobi. So don't let her catch you cuz her punches swing like a cannon and she will grapple her opponents and cook them alive. Her weight also makes it hard to knock her off balance.

Not great at long distance fighting. Sometimes uses a metal two-handed weapon.

Bein' a ninja's really tough for her since she's slow, but she wants it badly and works hard to keep up

Later in life she moves to and works in Konoha at a nuclear power plant owned and run by her clan wtf

Shino has been to Juhi's home island a couple times and he has to wear a lead suit to survive the harsh and nearly uninhabitable environment. The people from the island evolved to withstand it.

The first time he went, they took a ship to the island then went by train for a few hundred miles into the centre where the village is. The first time was for a mission, another Aburame came too. Some time during their friendship, Juhi gifted Shino beetles from her island that can survive the environment. Shino selectively bred them to be usable as an extra layer of protection beneath his and his clansman's skin to protect their internal organs while on the mission! How goofy

In the Kankuro timeline she takes on a more ninjutsu focused fighting style thus we have ninJuhi! 

Later in life she works a job 6 months out of the year on her home island as a sentinel for the family who governs the island?? 

In this timeline she dies some time during the events in Boruto ig (still haven't gotten to Boruto yet tho). Her seal malfunctions and everything she touches burns or melts and everywhere she stands she sinks into the ground. She's far from home and all she can think to do to save everyone from herself is to run into the ocean. Her footfalls sound like thunder and the ground shakes deeply as she pounds the ground running towards the shore. The sand turns into a hard crust beneath every foot step that hits the beach. Suddenly, her sprinting figure turns into noise and white haze as she reaches the tides and nobody can see her anymore. It's the water, hissing deafeningly loud as it evaporates into thick clouds instantly upon contact with her body. Her body's efficient energy usage takes her far into the ocean before she begins to run out of chakra. Her body starts to cool down from the ocean water and she's getting too tired to hold up the weight of her 3.4 tonne body. Eventually she crumples on the ocean floor and dies, melting and embedding into the earth's crust.

She loves spicy food

uhhh that was a lot of boring information sorry about that! wanted this post to be short but got carried away :•( her life's supposed to be kind of a crooked painful mess but she's pretty cheery cuz to her it's all normal and she's got the love and support of her friends and family baby! ain't that how it always goes in Naruto also sorry for sloppy writing im dum

Back to You | 08

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: I’ve been gone for a while! Honestly, this chapter disappointed me a bit in terms of quality, but I’m gonna make up for it in the next update. Thanks to everyone who checked in on me and asked me how I was feeling. I’m better now! Hopefully, this continues for a while! I have so much love for you guys!!!

Word count: 3,086

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"I don't know why you're acting like this, Y/N." Troye groans from the other end of the line, "He's actually kinda sweet." You can practically hear his daydream worthy smile from the other end.

You've been pacing since you woke up and decided to call Troye, "Because he kissed me!"

"So what? You were my first kiss, I didn't avoid you."

You scoff, "I was taking one for the team then, alright? Besides, nobody even took that seriously. Tom couldn't even stop laughing when I told him that night that you didn't want that guy you were going on a date with to know you've never kissed anyone-" 

"Wait, what did you do yesterday? If you've been avoiding him." He realizes.

It's been a couple of days since Timothee kissed you, "I kind of maybe never left my room on Sunday and pretended to be sick." 

"Y/N." Troye lets out an exasperated sigh, "They didn't try to call you out with them or anything?"

"Well, Timothee tried to talk to me a few times but I pretended to sleep. He left some food on my table though."

He snorts in laughter, "Are fucking ghosting Timothee in person?" He busts out in laughter, "Sweetie, you HAVE to talk to him."

You groan, "I haven't done this in YEARS Troye. I don't even know if want to do this." You start to panic, "What if he told Armie? Jesus christ, Armie's leaving in a couple weeks when he finishes his scenes what do I do about that?"

He takes a deep breath, "Okay, that's in a couple of weeks from now. Just breathe and think about it then. Just don't let them see how uncomfortable you are or else it'll be awkward for all of you."

Two knocks come at you door, "Y/N? There's breakfast on the table." It was Armie's wife, "You guys should get a move on or you'll be late, I think you guys are gonna check put a possible shooting location."

"I have to go." You whisper into your phone.

"If he tries to kiss you again, don't fight it!" You hear before you hang up on him.

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You walk slowly out your room, the TV in the living room on with nobody watching as Armie was standing by the fridge, watching his wife cook, when you get closer, you spot Timothee's familiar curls hunched over what you make out as a bowl of cereal.

"Ah, Y/N. How do you feel?" Armie notices you before anyone.

You take a peek at Timothee's back, he hasn't even acknowledged your presence as he continues eating.

You breathe a sigh of relief, "I'm pretty okay now. I must have overeaten or something." You laugh sheepishly, approaching the table, and in an effort to this whole thing seem natural, you reach down for the bottle of water near Timothee with shaky hands and down half of it.

"Oh." Armie turns to look at you, chuckling, "You just kissed Timmy."

And before you even notice how you choked on your water, you notice Timothee choking on his cereal in surprise.

"W-what?" You can't even look Armie in the eyes.

He shrugs when you take a peek at him, "Well yeah. I mean, that's Timmy's water, you just drank from it, so you basically just kissed him."

His wife scoffs, hitting him softly.on the chest, "God, you are so childish." She gives you a sweet look, "Don't mind him Y/N, I married a grade schooler." She rolls her eyes playfully.

Timothee speaks up for the first time, "Have a seat, eggs and bacon should be done in a few minutes." He sips the milk from his spoon, but you noticed he's left the purple and green froot loops in his bowl of cereal.

"You don't like purple and green ones?"

He looks from you to his bowl, "Well-"

You grab the spoon already on your placemat, "Purple and green froot loops are the best!" You scoop a spoonful in your mouth.

He blinks at you a few times before he's finally smiling and relaxed, he shrugs, holding out an open palm, "By all means, go ahead." He rests his chin on his fist as he watches you enjoy his cereal.

You grin at him with cereal in your mouth, but if you were being honest, your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest.

Armie has a newspaper in one hand hand his place of eggs and bacon in the other when he sits down, staring at the two of you looking at each other ang giggling about who even know what, "You two are like a sickeningly sweet married couple." He stuffs a strip of bacon in his mouth, "No filming today. Luca said we're going to this waterfall cave thing, I think they have a legend about it here."

You clear your throat, face probably already reddening from Armie calling you two a married couple, "Traveling Luca means relaxed Luca." You give a sigh of relief before awkwardly holding an open palm in Timothee's direction for a high five.

He looks at Armie who just gives him a wink before he's giving you a goofy grin and tenderly interlacing his fingers in your open hand. You try to pull away but his grip is tight.

He laughs aloud when you can't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes and removes his hand, "Just kidding!"

You look from the floor back up and peek at Armie who's shaking his head with a smile on his face, "If that were Armie I probably would have bit him." You laugh.

"Well why wouldn't you bite Timmy?" Armie asks.

You chuckle, "Because he's a weirdo and he  would've liked it." The three of you laugh out loud.

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You're sat in the back of Armie's car, his wife in the passenger seat, Luca and the film crew going in a separate van. Ever since you shut the door behind you, Timothee hasn't been able to look away. He nibbles on his bottom lip and fiddles with his fingers, opening and closing his mouth every now and then and you already know he wants to talk about the kiss.

"Y/N." He speaks in the smallest voice you've ever heard him use. You take a quick look at Armie who has earpods in and his wife who was sleeping before turning to look at Timothee, "About what happened last Saturday-"

He rubs the back of his neck, unsure of what to say, before sighing, "I swear I practiced this in my head. I-I just don't want anything to be awkward between us, so maybe-"

You let out a sigh of relief, "Oh that god." You run your hands through your hair, "You want to forget about it too? To be honest I had no idea how to talk about it with you."

He stops, his mouth agape and in the middle of finishing what he was about to say before closing it with a bite, and nodding soundlessly, "Exactly." He gives you a tight smile, "Glad we found common ground, sorry if you regretted that kiss."

You were about to tell him you didn't really regret anything before you realized that it would just make the conversation longer so you wave a hand in dismissal instead.

"Right." Timothee speaks under his breath, reaching in his pocket to take out his earpods and jam them in his ear like Armie as he looks out the window without another word. But somehow it feels like the space between the two of you that had been dwindling since this morning only just now got bigger. You're so busy trying to analyze what just happened that you don't even notice the look of concern Armie shoots the two of you from the rear view mirror.

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Your tour guide had a thick Italian accent as he explained the path your group had taken to the waterfalls, but despite the accent you still understood about 90% of what he was saying. Timothee was in the far back, away from everyone else, almost like he was living in his own world. The two of you hadn't even talked since the car which made the rest of the ride all the more unbearable. Nearing the destination, the group stopped by a patch of forest being given a few minutes to look around, eat some snacks and whatnot.

You feel fingers graze your arms tenderly and when you look back, expecting to meet Timothee's gaze, it's Armie, "Let's talk for a bit." It shocked you how serious Armie even sounded since apart from filming, you've never talked to Armie so seriously.

You grab a branch, swinging it around in the grass, nodding silently. He nods too, leading the way into the woods.

When the two of you are out of earshot, Armie sits on a log, while you continue to look around the area, "You know Y/N. Timothee doesn't connect with a lot of people." He chuckles to himself, "I mean he does. But not the way he connects with either of us."

You look back at him, "I know. I've seen it. It's like he has this special connection with you that's incomparable to how he acts around other people who he looks to be close with."

He nods silently, "Exactly. But I said either of us. So that includes you." He grabs a stick, jabbing the ground with it, "And from what I can tell, the way he acts with you, it's the closest I've ever seen him with anyone, even me."

He sighs, "I like you, Y/N. I really do, you're a sweet kid." He looks at you seriously, smile gone, eyes piercing, "But please don't hurt Timothee."

He takes your silence as a cue to continue, "Even if you're doing it unintentionally, I know you feel the tension with him… Go talk to him, tell him the truth, and don't bullshit it the way you did in the car. I mean, really talk to him because I've seen you two since you got here and a talk is long overdue."

You give a curt nod, "So you knew, huh?"

He claps his hands together, shrugging, "Timothee barged into our room that night, jumping in bed with my wife and I, talking all about your date and how he finally kissed you." He chuckles at the memory, "Timothee's a sweet guy, Y/N, it's so easy to fall for him, but that just means he gets hurt more than most people, it just sucks that he's the type who doesn't like confrontation." He sighed, "You should've seen the way he talked about you that night." He gives you a sad smile, "If you don't like him like that, don't get his hopes up because he's such a sweet guy."

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"This is our famed local tourist attraction!" The guide shows off the waterfall, "Our legend says, if you go through the waterfall and into the cave, when you have a conversation in there, the only things you'd hear are the things you want to hear, other than that, just the gushes of water falling from the waterfall."

If you were looking at it from a scientific point of view, it's the human condition vs natural conditions and the ability to adapt, in any case, you'd be able to hear what you want to hear and ignore everything else but the water just amplifies that. But there was no way you'd ruin the how every many years old legend the town built.

Luca nods solemnly before shrugging, "I was told it looked magical but it looks like any other waterfall… I don't want to use it!"

Armie steps forward, raising his hand, "Well since we've gone to all this trouble, why don��t we hang around a while?” He shoots you a knowing look as if to say talk with Timothee with the time he’s bought everyone.

Luca thinks it over for a quick second before agreeing, “I do need a break from this heat. We stop and relax, then we leave. I give you 30 minutes.” He points a finger at Armie, “Now say thank you.”

Armie grins, “Thanks, Luca. Let's talk about the scene you have in mind for this setting so I can help you think of a spot we could shoot on.” He brings Luca over to a tree where they start setting up blankets for the crew while you see Timothee in your peripheral walking over to the waterfall examining it. You take a quick glance over at Armie who was looking in your direction, waving his hand in the air as if to tell you to go over to Timothee. But when you look back, he’s already done, the only place he could’ve gone was into the cave.

You take a deep breath, Timothee didn’t deserve to feel like this, he has been nothing but sweet to you, so you had to hurry and bury this in the nicest way possible so Timothee won’t have to feel bad like this. You shake your head, tossing the thoughts telling you not to do it into the wind before you’re running over to where Timothee stood just a few moments ago and run through the water pouring from above, soaking you in the process, stumbling in, a firm body stops you from falling over and when you look up, it’s Timothee as dry as when you arrived.

“How come you’re dry?” You blink in confusion.

He looks like he’s holding back his laughter before pointing over to the other side of where you came from, a completely dry entrance greeting you.

You chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of your neck, “I was in a hurry.”

His look softens, no annoyance or anger, just a calm sadness settling in his eyes. He grasps the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head before throwing it over to you as he turns his back, “Here. You should get changed.”

You stare at the black shirt in your hands before removing your shirt tucked into your shorts and pulling Timothee’s shirt over your head. You catch a whiff of his shirt and a feeling of home rushed through you, and suddenly everything just seems that much clearer for you. You promised Armie you’d tell Timothee the truth, but you weren’t sure if the truth was even a good idea.

You tap Timothee on the shoulder which makes him turn back towards you, his pale shoulder still warm under your cold fingers. He opens his mouth, but all you hear is the waterfall in the background before his voice sounds as clear as day, “I’m sorry.” he gives you a sad smile and you already know, he deserves the complete truth.

You speak in a quiet voice, “Timothee.” His mouth stops moving, looking in your eyes with interest.

“I don’t know if you really regretted the kiss or not-”

His mouth moves, “I didn’t.” Does he think you can’t hear him?

“But I’m sorry for being so dismissive about it. I’d understand if you hated me right now and if you’d rather we just never kissed at all.”

He pats your head, hurt in his eyes, thinking you came here to break his heart all over again, “I could never hate you, Y/N. There’s not a moment since that night that I ever regretted that kiss.”

You look back up into his eyes from under your lashes, “But in all honesty, there isn’t a single part of me that didn’t want that kiss.” He suddenly stops, eyebrows furrowed together in shock.

“I could never regret what happened between us Timothee. I don;t regret that kiss either, and I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you.” You place your hand above his heart, “There’s this part of me that keeps telling me that what I’m doing is wrong but I know and feel that this is right-”

What happens next is like a blur, he leans down, closing the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips and it feels like you belonged here with Timothee in this moment. You only begin to kiss back when you feel your phone vibrating. You break away first, cheeks red and eyes unwilling to meet Timothee’s.

“It might be Luca or Armie.” You sneak a quick peek at Timothee whose grin says it all, as if he had just won the lottery.

Without looking at the caller ID, you answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” You freeze at the voice, as if he knew what you were doing and interrupted on purpose.

“Haz?” You step away from Timothee.

“Hey, we’re on our way to Italy! We’ll talk about it more when we see each other, but I just wanted to know if you’re around for a few days just to give a tour since you’re practically a local there.” He teases you.

You clear your throat, the question you wanted to ask itching in the back of your throat, but you decide against it, “Yeah! Yeah, sure, we’re pausing production for a while since a location doesn’t seem possible to film at. When do you get in?” Timothee looks over a you with wide questioning eyes.

“We’ll be getting in later in the night and would probably get there by train in the morning tomorrow.” You gulp, he said ‘we’.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You lick your lips hoping Haz would bring up who he was with on his own.

“Mmm, yeah. Tom already booked the hotel, so we should be good until we leave for LA in a few days.”

Your heart drops at the mention of his name, so he was coming along.

“Oh, you’re with Tom.” Timothee suddenly whips his head back in your direction.

“Yeah, it’s a really long story. I’ll tell you about it over lunch tomorrow… I can count on you, right?”

You take a gulp, swallowing the nerves bunched up in your throat, “Of course!” You shook your head to get your thoughts in control, “Of course you can count on me.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” You already feel the weight of his words before you hang up on him, and you stare at Timothee in disbelief.

“We can hit pause on this, until you’ve figured it all out.” Timothee approaches you, understanding your current predicament, “I can wait.”

Dawning Delights 12: Dawning Surprise Pt. 3

Summary: Hawthorne invites her newfound family in the Tower to experience a City-Style Dawning with the family that took her in years ago. The holiday is not without it’s charm, or aggravation, and certainly has plenty of surprises in store. A season-inspired, trope-tastic story about a family forged by something greater than blood, finding reasons to enjoy the season - and cherish each other. Main Post

Pairings: Hawthorne/Zavala, Sloane/Amanda, Devrim/Marc

“Well,” Suraya supposes, looking at the crates in the cellar, “I guess I know why we have so much champagne now.”

“Do you think it will be enough?” Marc asks, squeaking every so often when the dim light manages to catch on her rock. She flicks her hand dramatically on purpose and Marc claps, he’s so excited. “Listen, kiddo, the second - and I mean THE SECOND this holiday is over, we are planning the most amazing event this City as ever seen.”

“Dad,” She deadpans, “I’ve been engaged for about forty-five minutes. You’ve got time.”

“I know. I’m just so happy for you.” Suraya looks worried he might devolve into tears, but he simply pats her shoulders. “I’m just happy you get to have this. I know things were-”

“Yeah,” She agrees, setting the crate she’d been about to lift back onto a shelf. Marc hugs her, tightly. She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth, continuing thickly, “I’m happy, too.”

“Ugh. Okay. No more of this. We’re going to happy cry with Amanda enough as it is.” He settles things with a resolute gaze. “I’ll grab the good champagne from the fridge down here, you grab this crate and bring it up for when everyone else arrives. I’ll make sure we have plenty in the fridge down here as backup.” He taps her nose affectionately, watching as she scrunches it, flushing. He hasn’t done that since she was a child, though, so instead of her usual grunt of embarrassment she can't help but smile, albeit reluctantly. “Tonight, we celebrate.”

Ikora is brushing snow off her robes when Suraya comes up the stairs to the main floor. Ophiuchus appears beside her, looking rather expectantly in Suraya's direction. Taking a quick detour through the kitchen to drop the wine on the counter, she heads to the front door.

Zavala is elsewhere, likely with Devrim in his study. She won't be surprised if they begin trading classics, her father's literature collection has been passed down for generations. It's legendary.

"I hope you don't mind that I let myself in," She says, handing Suraya the wine she'd brought.

"No, not at all. Can I get you a drink?"

"Absolutely."

"Wait,” A quieter voice comes after Suraya has given them her back, heading into the kitchen. “Are we not going to ask? He did it, right?”

The Warlock holds up a hand to quiet him.

“I would have thought Zavala’s told him the second it was done,” Hawthorne comments idly, placing Ikora’s bottle beside another to chill. Facing them once more, she nods to Ophiuchus, who still looks at her rather optimistically for confirmation. “Guess not. You two knew about it?”

“I held onto the ring for a month so you wouldn’t find it by accident.” Ikora doesn’t shrug, but her weight shifts ever so slightly to her right. It makes the same statement. “Zavala was…” She tips her head, “Concerned.”

“He’s always concerned,” Suraya answers. “You know.”

“I do.” She raises her eyebrows. “So?”

“So,” The Clan Overseer smiles, ducking her head. “Obviously you know that he-”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I said?” She tries, sheepish.

Marc scoffs from the other entrance to the kitchen. “That was the line you went with?” He brushes past her to greet Ikora, setting the bottle of champagne he’d brought up with him on the counter. “Oh, give me this,” He says, yanking Suraya’s hand up to chin-level. “Of course she said yes.”

“Dad!”

“Hush,” He admonishes her before addressing Ikora. “He did great,” Marc confirms. “Little nervous, but it was-” He looks up, eyelids fluttering. “I could cry thinking about it.”

Ikora smiles. “Good.” She takes Suraya’s hand, prying it gently from Marc’s to inspect the ring. “He has good taste.”

“It’s really nice, yeah?” Suraya gestures to the ring with her other hand.

“I meant his choice in a partner,” She retorts, golden brown eyes lifting from the diamond to meet Suraya’s. Warmly, she says, “Congratulations.”

It elicits a bashful laugh. “Wow,” Suraya gushes, stunned at the praise. “Thank you.”

“Take good care of him.”

The implication goes unsaid, but Suraya takes it seriously. “I will.”

“I know you will.” Ikora’s lips curve deviously. “Where is he, anyway?”

“I’ll go get them,” Marc offers, spinning on his heel. “You two pop the bubbly.”

When they're alone, Ikora murmurs, "I had to change the plan."

"Obviously," Suraya says, though it's clear it hadn't been on her mind at all, because she blinks in confusion as if just remembering how things were to go. Ophiuchus feels the naggling sensation of Ikora being right through their connection though the Warlock doesn't display it obviously in her body language. "Where's Amanda?"

"There was a snag," The Warlock crosses her arms. "Shaxx nearly ruined everything. I salvaged it as best I could."

"Insensitive?" Suraya pops open the champagne.

"To say the least."

"Well, we knew there'd be a wrench thrown in there somewhere," Hawthorne comments. "I feel bad that she wasn't surprised, though."

"She was. Not as much as she would have been, considering she was too busy yelling at me beforehand, but," Ikora's eyes narrow in thought, not focusing on anything physical. She blinks, and the trance is broken. "She's grateful. There were tears."

"Sorry you had to handle it on your own," Hawthorne answers, pouring her some champagne. "You got hit with the brunt of the secret-keeping, didn't you?"

"A bit," She says wryly. "It's nice to know I can finally relax without worrying about the logistics."

"Well, for what it's worth, I appreciate it. I was really surprised."

The cordiality on Ikora's face softens into something kinder. She takes a sip of her champagne. "Good."

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Amanda flings open the door, Sloane trailing behind. She doesn't knock; Marc had yelled at her for it exactly once (she was to make herself at home) and frankly, Amanda can appreciate that kind of familiarity. She only lets go of Sloane's hand long enough to take her boots off, toeing them off in an easy way that still surprises her partner considering one leg is synthweave and alloy plating.

She grins up at her partner when her Ghost appears to quietly wisk their footwear away. It's not novel in the sense that a Ghost is transmatting her things; Zavala's used to do that when she was much younger and she works with Guardians every day. It's the familiarity that warms her. Being lumped in with Sloane - who is here, with her (IN PERSON!!) - just gives her the warm and fuzzies on the inside.

Sloane's presence doesn't loom over her, necessarily, but she is a good head taller and twice as wide with them shoulders of hers. Amanda can feel her breath on the back of her neck, an inhale that's a bit too long, and she knows for sure that Sloane is the most deserving of this holiday than any of them.

"Smells good, right?"

"Yeah," Sloane answers, taking it all in. "Very."

"Don't be shy about eatin'. Marc cooks a ton of food. He knows what a Titan's appetite is like." She grins. "'Sides, tomorrow's the big feast. This is just tapas 'n whatnot."

"Fancy lingo, Flygirl," She murmurs back, pressing her lips against Amanda's head, just behind her ear.

"It's about time you two made it," Ikora says, playfully, slipping out of the kitchen. Behind her, there's the sound of someone removing things from an oven, setting something up in the counter. "We were beginning to wonder if you got lost."

Laughing, Amanda steps away from Sloane to hug Ikora. She's done a lot of that today, considering, but the Warlock seems to accept it a lot less stiltedly than she had earlier. Though, considering the half-full glass of wine in her hand, perhaps she's loosened up a bit.

Devrim rounds the corner next, and Sloane lets Amanda drag her towards him. "I'm so happy you're here," The Shipwright gushes. The militiaman lifts her just a touch, returning her bearhug just as tightly.

"I'm just as happy to be here, I assure you." His bright blue eyes meet Sloane's when he looks up. "Ah, Deputy Commander."

"Just Sloane is fine," She replies, shaking his hand. "Thank you for having me."

"It's our pleasure. My husband and I have always enjoyed entertaining. This time of year is best shared with the ones we love, hmm?"

"You're right about that," Sloane agrees, while Amanda hums in similar approval.

"Do come in, though," Devrim gestures to the living room Ikora's gone into. "Marc will be out shortly to dote on you both, I'm sure." Amanda laughs at that - Sloane has no idea what she's in for - as he continues, "I'll get you both a drink if that's alright?"

"Please," They answer in unison, looking to each other with a laugh.

"Will do. Make yourselves at home." He pats Sloane's shoulder as he goes the opposite way from Ikora. The Deputy Commander lets Amanda drag her the other way, into the living room.

It's not quite a hug, nor is it simply a handshake Sloane shares with Zavala. Not that she can think about the gesture, because the cool blue of his eyes is cut by Amanda screaming chaotically in thankfulness as she tackles Hawthorne beside him.

She hugs Amanda back fiercely, and if Amanda cries a little, the Clan Stewardess doesn't look bothered.

"Nice to see you," Sloane greets her, when Amanda finally steps back, wanting to hug Zavala next. "Sorry your plan went to hell."

"Worked out just fine." Like Devrim, she shakes Sloane's hand. "I'm just glad you got here."

"Me too. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise." She nods toward the rest of the furniture surrounding the fireplace. "I'm sure one of my dads or this one," She motions to Amanda, "Told you, but make yourself at home, okay? Seriously." She rejoins Zavala, letting him pull her down and against him as if to make more sitting room beside her on the oversized sectional.

"Weird, isn't it?" Amanda whispers, dropping beside Suraya and indicating for Sloane to join her. "You'll get used to it."

Devrim appears with champagne - and an extra beer for Sloane, before resuming his position in the armchair. "I was told you might need some extra fortification. And that this was your favorite."

"It is," Sloane agrees, "Though my tolerance isn't what it used to be," She jokes. Amanda nudges up against her side.

"Well," Devrim shrugs, helping himself to his own refreshment, "You'll find you're in good company here. And that you're welcome to overindulge. We're celebrating, after all. No one will fault you."

"Didn't think we'd jump right to the champagne, honestly," Amanda comments dryly. Doesn't stop her from clinking her glass against Sloane's and draining half of it in one go.

"Nothing wrong with celebrating," Zavala intones coolly. His hand covers Suraya's, squeezing once before he rises, waving Devrim off before he can get to his feet. "I've got it," He informs the other man. "You've more than earned yourself some downtime."

"That almost sounded like an order," Ikora muses, that sarcastic edge to her voice. "You might want to-"

"Oh, don't tease him," Marc yells from the kitchen, as if he can see the wide-eyed embarrassment flit across Zavala's face. "He knows his way around." The sound of another bottle of bubbly being popped cuts through the ambient sounds of cooking on the other side of the house. "Take the bottle back with you," Marc says, pushing him out of the kitchen, hot on his heels. "Amanda!"

"Bout time y'came out here to see me!" She launches herself up to standing, accepting the kiss that comes with Marc's hug. She turns to Sloane, who rises beside her to greet their other host, "An' this-"

"Amanda, she is even more beautiful in person! Look at her!" Suraya snorts at Sloane's bashful confusion. "She's gorgeous, built, and that smile, oh." Amanda can't help but beam. "Great taste."

"You're too kind," Sloane says, rubbing the back of her head. "I'm the lucky one, really."

"Modest and charismatic, too," He comments, opening his arms before Sloane can extend a hand to him. "Darling, come here and hug me. Don't let these two-" He gestures to his husband and child respectively, "Fool you. We're a hugging household."

Sloane is surprised, but hugs the smaller man, laughing when he whispers that she can put her back into it.

"Girl, I see it," Marc comments to Amanda when they part. "I totally see it." That, combined with Marc's teasing once-over has Sloane blushing.

"Alright, let the woman rest, Marc. She's had a long trip and she doesn't need you heckling her."

"Darling," Marc quips, hazel eyes narrowing, as his tone takes a playful turn. "Are you jealous?"

"Hardly." Devrim's smirk is wry. "He's all bluster, I assure you. I'd be rolling my eyes if I wasn't so terribly fond of him and his antics. Speaking of," He yanks his husband down so that he can whisper in Marc's ear. Marc squeals, clapping once.

"Okay, okay," Marc agrees, taking the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. "You taste like expensive brandy." He licks his lips, taking a sip from Devrim's glass. "Remind me to have some of this later, when we're out of bubbly. It's good."

"You're funny, Marc. By the time we're out of champagne, you don't know the difference."

"You're sorely underestimating this group," Ikora interjects.

"I don't know how Shaxx does it," Zavala comments, "But I've seen him upend a pub and wake up the next morning like he's had a night in."

"Must be nice," Amanda grumbles. "I'll be nursin' coffee until dinner tomorrow if I get smashed t'night."

Marc waves a hand. "I have enough espresso in that kitchen," He jerks a thumb toward it, To power this City for at least a week."

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Shaxx and Saladin don't arrive until later. The skies have begun to darken outside with the coming night, though it's only mid-afternoon. Surprisingly, they are not arguing. Shaxx almost appears cowed.

In fact, he certainly is when he lays eyes on Sloane and she tilts her head in a silent question, as if to ask if he's going to man up and apologize for upsetting her partner. Before he can, Amanda, decidedly gracious - and in a much better mood - yanks him into a hug and tells him he's an idiot, but a lucky one, since Ikora saved the day.

Suraya and Zavala are in the kitchen, Shaxx had breezed by them without so much as a word, blustering into the parlour. Saladin, however, did not, following Shaxx in hesitantly as they did not knock (even if it would be for the best as Shaxx doesn't always do gentle well with inanimate objects) and waiting to be beckoned further. He's met with Marc, who introduces himself without the flare he normally exudes and gestures behind him, as if already sensing the Iron Lord's concern.

"They're in the kitchen. I think they wanted to give you the news without everyone around. Amanda still hasn't cottoned on."

"Really?" The old wolf takes a second to look over at the festivities. It appears everyone is enjoying themselves, even with the addition of Shaxx and his brand of loud nonsense. "Surprising."

"I'll say," Marc replies, amused. "My daughter is not particularly subtle. I'd imagine since Sloane hasn't reacted either that they're too busy making puppy-dog eyes at each other to pay attention to the goings on around them."

"Of course." Not that it's undeserving, Sloane works hard and plays hard, she's a Titan through and through. And Amanda, of course, has always been dear to Saladin, since she'd been a third of her size and taken under Zavala's metaphorical wing.

Saladin would never admit to having a bias, but with Shaxx as he was, it made favoring his younger protege far easier. With Marc's blessing, he allows himself to linger in the doorway leading to the kitchen.

It isn't Zavala that sees him first. Suraya nudges him with a hip, and he turns away from whatever he'd been eating over the counter.

Their collective staring contest lasts all of two seconds.

"Well?" He barks, sounding abrasive out of context.

They look to each other and he sees it: the small, shared smile. Not smug or haughty, it's simply an awed look, as if neither of them can quite believe it's happened.

"I asked," Zavala informs him, "And Suraya accepted."

"Congratulations," He replies, the smile in his tone also lifting the corners of his lips in the real thing. When he holds out his hands, Suraya steps into his embrace. Taller, but just as solid as her fiance, Saladin's version of a hug smells like a campfire and winter winds. It lasts for a moment longer than she's expecting, but in a way it almost feels like a rite of passage.

When he pulls Zavala in, it's with a palm on the back of his neck, and something whispered in that molten rumble that Suraya cannot quite hear even in close quarters. That doesn't matter, though. She can see her partner relax into it and nod, knows that whatever has been said, it's heartfelt and meant for him only.

“There’s a whole lotta huggin’ goin’ on in there,” Amanda drawls from outside the kitchen. She pads in and helps herself to one of the myriad appetizers sprawled out: a little roll-up filled with steamed cabbage and carrots with a sweet-chili sauce. She licks some of the runny sauce off her fingers before she asks them, “We havin’ a moment or…”

Sloane's hushed voice cuts through the silence that follows her partner in, also in the market for appetizers. “Wait," She pauses, leaning against the doorway, stunned. "How long have you two been engaged?"

“What?” Amanda turns to her partner. "They're not-" She looks back, seeing Hawthorne's bashful but excited nodding, Zavala's radiant, confident smile.

"Two, maybe three hours now?" Suraya looks to Zavala. "It must have been-"

"I've been sitting next to you for an hour and you just forgot to tell me you're ENGAGED?!"

"I'll get more champagne," Zavala sighs, turning away, but a lightning-fast grab by Amanda returns him to his previous position.

"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere."

"I was only going to the refrigerator," Zavala gestures to the appliance, half a meter away.

"No."

"Okay?"

"Shaxx," Amanda calls over her shoulder. "Get in here."

To the music of thundering steps, Suraya says," We were wondering how long it would take," Her mezzoalto voice dipping in concern. "It wasn't like we were hiding it, I waved this thing," She holds up her hand, "In front of like twice."

"Yeah, I know." Amanda's expression is unreadable, looking to the doorway.

"Wait, what?"

Suraya's confused question is cut short by Shaxx's interruption.

"Oh, bollocks."

The blonde grins. "Pay up."

"You had a bet?" Zavala looks down at her incredulously. "Seriously?"

Laughing, she retorts, "We made this waaay back. You're obvious."

Shaxx growls, "You couldn't have waited for Crimson Days?"

Zavala's reply is resolute. "No."

"Eva was convinced it would happen in the spring," Holliday elaborates, whirling around on the Crucible Handler. "So don't you tell her she's lost. Let these two-" Her hand drops to her side and she spins back in a child-like, dizzying movement, "The hell am I thinkin'." She tackles them in a brief but intense hug, Zavala's hand on Hawthorne's back keeping them from backing into the cabinets. "I'm so happy," She tells them, when she steps back, eyes misty and bright. "Damn champagne shoulda tipped me off." She shrugs, composing herself. "Besides, Sloane’s the more observational one of us, anyway"

"I'm still trying to take it all in, Amanda, you can't put this on me," Sloane holds up her hands, hasty. "I mean- Wow, congratulations," She gestures towards the couple. "I'm just-"

"Me too," Suraya agrees. Sloane is certainly not the only one who is a bit overwhelmed by the day's events. Zavala kisses her temple, and it's as overt as they've ever really been about PDA in the presence of others. So of course, Shaxx erupts in a mocking coo, and Saladin takes joy in dragging him from the room without giving him any liquor.

Zavala takes pity on him and brings him his own bottle of champagne. Shaxx makes a show of throwing back the entire bottle in one go, bubbles be damned, earning both of them Saladin's disapproval and Marc's utter fascination. Suraya perches herself between her parents and watches the chaos unfurl.

Always Yours - Kryoz OneShot

oooof. Sorry this was so long guys! It took maybe an hour for me to write, but it felt like 10. I’m at work now, which is where I write most of the time (my client goes to bed at like 7:30, I gotta stay up until midnight so what else should I do lol)

But here ya go. A super long, super fluffy, probably not as good as I think it is Kryoz OneShot!

When you saw him, you knew you were fucked.

Disheveled bleached hair, with brown roots growing out. Rings on almost all 10 fingers, nails painted different colors. Vape in his right hand, phone in his left.

Is this the person that Jaren had wanted you to meet?

You sighed, making your way over to the stranger, and your best friend of 10 years. When Jaren saw you, a smile stretched on his face.

“(Y/N)!” he called, jumping up when you reached the two to give you a hug. You smiled softly, the comfort of your best friends arms giving you courage. “I’d like you to meet my friend, John. He’s in Canada for a week or two, we have to catch up on making videos together.”

You smiled at the other boy, raising a hand in a somewhat half wave. He stood up, stretching his arms out.

“Come on, (Y/N), any friend of Jarens is a friend of mine,” he says, pulling you into a hug. Your face flushed a bright red, and the smell of his cologne captured your senses.

“Best friend actually. Ten years and counting. Don’t de-rank me,” you say, pulling away. The confidence that came out of your mouth shocked you, but John just laughed.

“Damn, Smitt. She’s feisty. Where have you been keeping her all these years?!”

“For the time that I’ve known you? The guest room of my house. You’re sleeping on the couch this time, bud,” Jaren said, patting Johns back. John pretended to wipe a tear away from his cheek, and you giggled.

“I couldn’t let you sleep on the couch. That shit sucks. I’ll move some of my stuff out and into Jaren’s room for the time being, no biggie,” You say, and Jaren scoffs. You knew he was about to complain, but you shot him a look that quieted him down in a second.

“I can cut the tension with a knife,” John laughs nervously. “You two like… a thing?”

“No!” you say quickly. Everyone thought you two were dating, or at least on the road to dating. You were sick of it, Jaren was more of a family to you than your actual family. And you couldn’t ever imagine dating him. No bueno.

“Ouch, (Y/N). Way to hurt my feelings,” Jaren said , and you sighed.

“So, now that I’ve walked my happy butt to you guys, what’re you planning for the day?” You asked, changing the subject. John laughed, taking a hit of his vape. You reach your hand out, asking for a hit “I promise I don’t have any type of disease. Just the itch for nicotine is killing me and I don’t have any more Juul pods left,” you explain.

John hands you his vape, impressed with the cloud you blew out afterwards.

“I was thinking grab some food, and then just take a walk. You two can get to know each other and whatnot,” Jaren explains, and you nod, handing the vape back to John. He probably didn’t feel it, but when your fingers brushed against his, it was almost like electricity shot through your arm.

“Yeah sure… let’s go,” you say awkwardly, clearing your throat and walking ahead of the boys. You already knew exactly where you were going. When Jaren invites one of his gaming friends to visit, he always wanted to go to his favorite restaurant. You absolutely hate it, and you think that half of the reason he invites his friends is because it gives him an excuse to go. You never go with him anymore, other than his birthday.

“Please tell me we’re not going back to that crappy place you took me last time. I mean, come on. The shrimp wasn’t even cooked the whole way through!” You heat from behind you, and you slow your pace a bit to hear the conversation.

“I told you not to get the shrimp. That’s (Y/N)’s favorite meal and every time she orders, she expects a different outcome. It’s always the same. Jesus, you two should just get married already, same taste in food and shit,” Jaren huffs, but then mumbles under his breath about going to your favorite restaurant. You smile, walking towards him and linking your arm with his.

“Thanks, J,” you say, and he nods.

Once the little restaurant was in view, you three made your way inside. The warmth of the kitchen seeped into the dining area, delicious smells circling throughout the building. You felt at peace.

The waitress seated you, handing you guys your menus. You sat alone, John and Jaren opposite you. Giving your drink orders to the waitress, you scanned the menu. You already knew what you were going to get, so this was just to see what new items were added since the last time you came. You looked up, seeing the boys whispering to each other and laughing, probably making obscene and rude jokes and comments. You smile a bit, glad that today turned out much better than expected.

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“I’m hungry,” John whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“We just ate two hours ago?” You said, and he nodded.

“Yeah, but I’m American. We eat all the time.” He jokes, and you smile. “Ice cream?” he asks, pointing at the store front next to you. You nod, making your way into the shop.

“Jaren’s going to be so pissed, this is his all time favorite ice cream place,” you said, giving your order to the teen behind the counter.

“Yeah, well he’s probably getting some good good right now, if ya know what I mean,” John winked, nudging you. You suppressed a laugh, knowing that that assumption was probably true. After lunch, Jaren had checked his phone and told you two that his girlfriend had an emergency and he had to go help. His face was beat red.

“Make it two, please,” John said to the teen, and passed him some cash.

“I can pay for my own ice cream, John,” you argue, and he nods

“Yeah, but now we can count this as our first official date,” he says, handing the freshly made cone to you.

Your eyes widen, and you don’t even know what to reply, so instead you start licking the ice cream, trying to avoid confrontation.

“I mean… that was very forward of me. I’m sorry. I just think you’re absolutely gorgeous and I want to get to know you better,” John said, face tinged pink. You sit down at one of the two tables in the shop, looking at him.

The last time one of Jaren’s friends liked you, it ended bad. Like, Jaren beating the shit out of him bad. You bit your lip, knowing that you want to get to know John more as well. You were nervous, knowing that John and Jaren had this amazing friendship, you didn’t want to be the one to ruin it or get in the way of anything.

You sigh, looking at the table. “I want to get to know you better as well, John,” you say, placing your hand on top of his, “But do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, we live in complete different countries. And if something does happen between you and I, I don’t want Jaren in the middle of it. He can be…. very overprotective,”

“Yeah, I know. The first time he ever posted a picture of you two on Instagram, I immediately got jealous. Of him. I thought you two were in a relationship. When I asked him about it, he basically laughed in my face. Then gave me the rundown about how if I were to show you any interest, and if I were to hurt you, he’d kill me,” he chuckled “I wish I was joking but the tone he had made me realize he was serious. That was three years ago, (Y/N). I’ve been begging him for your number since. He never would give it to me, deciding that if I wanted it, I’d have to get it from you myself. That’s when I booked the first flight here,” he explained, face still pink.

“But I was visiting my parents in Washington,” You mumbled, smiling softly. He nodded.

“We were probably in the airport at the same damn time, and we had no idea. After that trip, I was broke. As soon as I had enough money for a flight, I had to come back. That sounds creepy now that I say it out loud,” he laughs, a bit nervous. You giggle, nodding.

“Creepy, indeed,” You say, but grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. “But hey, cheers to our first date,” you say, both of you soon becoming a blushing mess.

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Three Years Later

“I’m so happy you’re here,” John said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. It took maybe 3 months after your first date for John to officially ask you to be his girlfriend. He had flown back to Washington, and you two had talked non stop. He bought a plane ticket for you, after weeks of consistent begging.

When you had shown up at his apartment, Kugo had opened the door, looking at you quizzically. Before he had a chance to ask, John had moved him out of the way, wrapping you in a hug and placing a passionate kiss to your mouth. You heard Jay and Kugo in the back, wolf-whistling and clapping.

The first year flew by in a blur. At least once a month, one of you were on a plane flying to see the other. It totally fucked up your sleeping schedule, and you had to quit your job because you weren’t able to continue to keep taking time off. Jaren helped you start a YouTube channel, letting you borrow his gaming setup until you could afford your own.

Year two, John had asked you to come visit him for longer. He just moved into an apartment by himself, and would get lonely most of the time. You’d stay for a month at least, two tops. It was getting harder for you to afford rent in Canada, while continuing to buy plane tickets to and from your apartment. Jaren’s girlfriend, Chloe, had eventually moved in. You loved her, and were happy for them, but every time you were home, you felt an empty hole in your heart as you heard them giggling about something or other. It wasn’t fair, your person was all the way in another country, on the other side of it nonetheless.

You had ended up venting to John about it, and two days later he showed up at your door, on one knee, asking you to marry him.

Of course you said yes, how could you not? You finally had a ring on your ring finger, and that was the only one John had kept void of any jewelry. It was like you two were puzzle pieces, fitting together. At the end of his trip, he brought up the thought of you moving in with him.

It scared you. Of course you thought about moving in with him. But for some reason, it seemed so soon. Even after the continuous months you’ve spent with each other.

But you agreed anyways, and as soon as he left you began packing. Jaren was in on John’s idea of you two living together, so it didn’t surprise him when you had asked to talk to him about it. You were nervous, afraid that your best friend would be mad you were leaving. He was ecstatic. He knew that as soon as you two had laid eyes on each other, the ship had sailed.

The moving process took a good couple months. Getting your Visa, switching your address, and mailing the items to John’s house was a lot. But once you had settled in, and made sure everything was arranged just how you liked it (especially in your office), you were content.

That first night, John and you had laid on the couch, lounging in sweats while you cuddled close. He was playing with the ring on your finger, kissing your temple every few minutes.

“I am the luckiest guy in the world, (Y/N),” John said, breaking the silence. You smiled, kissing his cheek softly. “I can’t wait to marry you, for you to be mine forever. To have little kiddos running around, God I hope they have your nose.”

You got teary, and pulled his face to yours, kissing him full of passion and love. That didn’t stop, it followed you two into your shared bedroom, where the love turned to lust.

Both sweaty, cuddled up next to each other, you kissed his shoulder softly.

“I’m all yours, John. I always was, and always will be.”

FGA Daedric Princes (Part 12)

Summary: The group split up as Dean and Shannon take off for their mini vacation and the Sammys hold the fort at the Bunker. Heaven keeps a close watch...

Characters: Dean x Shannon (OFC), Sam x Sammy (OFC), Gabriel

Warnings: Fluff, Crack?.Pissy frustrated boys?

Word Count: 3821

A/N: Written by @sofreddie and @winsister91. Side project we’ve been working on. FEEDBACK IS GOLD!! We’d love to hear your thoughts as this was spawned from us trying out different writing and characters. We hope you enjoy! Somehow I survived the writing of the last chapter. Now it’s all about the slow calculated counter-attack ;)

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Shannon dropped her bag in the trunk and made her way to the passenger door of the Impala, climbing inside and carefully shutting the door behind her, “So, you gonna tell me where we’re going or…”

“I made some reservations,” Dean smiled proudly, “How does our own private hidey hole on the beach sound?”

“Really?” she beamed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she looked over at him, “That sounds...awesome!” she laughed.

“Right?” Dean agreed, just as excited as she was, “So I was thinking we can get some booze, chill out on the sand...when it gets dark I’ll make a fire...properly scenic stuff.”

“You’ve got it all planned out, huh?” she smiled bashfully, “It’ll be nice to spend some time together. We haven’t really had a chance to just be, you know?”

“I know,” he nodded, “It’s been pretty non-stop, but...maybe this can be our thing once and awhile. An escape.”

“Well, let’s see how this goes first,” she laughed, “Who knows, you could get tired of me after spending so much time cooped up with nothing but me around.”

“If anything, you’ll be the one who gets fed up of me,” Dean laughed, “The only risk I got is getting addicted,” he tossed her a wink.

They drove along for several hours, music playing in the background as they took in the scenery and talked, about their lives, their dreams, and anything in between. 

“Tell me a secret,” Shannon asked, shifting to turn in her seat, facing Dean, her elbow propped on the back of the seat as she let her eyes wander over him lovingly.

“A what?” Dean laughed slightly, glancing at her briefly, “Well...what kind of secret?”

“The kind you’re scared to admit to anyone, including yourself,” she urged gently.

“Well, you apparently already know everything I’ve done,” he countered, “and you’re still here which makes you doubly insane might I add.”

“Well, you’re hot as hell, so that helps,” she grinned at him, “And yeah, I know what all you’ve done. But I don’t know what you think or feel or want.”

He chuckled, cheeks slightly pinkening at her first comment, before he thought aloud, “What I want…” he mumbled, “I’m not even sure myself… but I know despite all the crap we’ve all been through the last month, having you around has made me the happiest I think I’ve ever been, truly.”

“I haven’t done anything but managed to bring demons and Heaven down on your head,” she sighed guiltily, “I don’t understand how that makes you happy.”

“Well not that stuff obviously,” Dean chuckled, “But that’s not your fault. I’m talking about...your smile. Your laugh. Seeing you look after everybody. You and Sammy bitching each other out but obviously loving each other to the end of the earth. Your sass...Need I continue?”

“I’m happy too,” she smiled softly, “The four of us, after everything, it just feels like a family unit, like we all click and fit together somehow. And I know that’s cheesy as all get out, but it just seems right, like this is how it’s supposed to be, for all of us.” she shrugged, blushing.

“Can’t argue with that,” he said with a nod, “‘cause that's exactly what it is. Right.”

Sammy’s eyes slowly opened, her head heavy and groggy. Sam’s room came into focus and she couldn’t stop the smile that grew on her face. With a grunt, she sat up, the cold air hitting her skin and making her shudder. Pulling the sheets around her, she glanced about for her clothes, finding them scattered haphazardly around the room.

That’s when she saw the clock, it was 1pm and her eyes went wide.

“Shit!” she hissed, scrambling to get dressed. An afternoon wake up wasn’t exactly abnormal, but it usually came after staying up until after dawn. 

The Bunker was quiet as she paced the halls, a little too quiet, she passed by her own room and saw her game still sat on pause. Mentally telling her PS4 she’ll ‘be right back’ she went in search of coffee.

“Hey, Sleepyhead,” Sam said, smiling from the island as he was making a sandwich for lunch, “How did you sleep?” he automatically began making a second sandwich, knowing she’d be hungry.

“A little too well seemingly,” she smiled sheepishly, approaching the coffee machine and yawning heavily, “Where are them two?”

He chuckled lightly, “Would you believe Dean planned a romantic getaway?” he laughed, “They left a few hours ago. Said we could use some time to ourselves too.” he finished making the food, bringing the plates to the kitchen table, “Oh, and he said when they get back, we can take the car on our own trip.” he wiggled his brows excitedly at her.

Her eyes lit up at the food, before they narrowed, “Wait, they’re gone!?” she whined, “Shannon went up and left without saying bye to her wife!? I feel like I’ve been dumped…” she pouted.

“Babe,” Sam sighed, holding her hand in his own, “For what it’s worth, she didn’t want to go until after you woke up. But Dean was eager to head out and I figured you two would just catch up on the phone later.” he shrugged.

“Any other time, I’d have been awake,” she folded her arms in a fake sulk, “But someone went and...a-and….heh…” she blushed and smirked.

“You’re welcome,” he teased with a big grin, “What do those doctors know anyway? Should’ve just prescribed you a giant dose of Sam Fucking Winchester.” he chuckled.

“More…” she chuckled at her own thought before she could say it, “A giant fucking from Sam Winchester,” she giggled childishly, “But wait, did you say Dean’s letting us run away somewhere when they get back?”

“Baby, you ain’t been fucked...yet,” he smirked with a wink, “And yes. When they get back, we get to take the car and go where ever we want. So start thinking up a vacation.”

Her cheeks burned, brain going plenty of places that weren’t vacation ideas, “Heh...I...um...I’ll work on that later,” she rose from the table, “Right now, I got some gaming to catch up on.”

“You’re gonna make me jealous of that damn thing,” he pouted, pulling her into his arms and resting his chin on her belly as he looked up at her with his signature puppy-eyes.

“O-oh God,” she mumbled, “There it is. The famed puppy eyes, fuck! They really are effective…” 

“How about…” he thought for a moment before giving her an innocent smile, “You go play for a bit and later, you can make it up to me?”

“Oh I’ll play,” she smirked, “Yeah, and then you’re gonna see what a counter-attack from Sammy Fucking Kelly is all about, just you wait!”

His grin turned sinister as he nipped at her stomach and one of his large hands gave her ass a squeeze, “I look forward to it.”

There was a small whine in her throat as her blush spread down her neck. Mind racing, she already regretted her words, there was no way anything she could think of was topping what he had planned she figured.

Dean pulled up to the small seaside cabin, just as the sun was beginning its decline behind the horizon. He threw the car in park, looking over at Shannon who had dozed off close to an hour before. He smiled, deciding to grab their bags and ready the cabin, before coming back to wake her, guiding her into the cozy abode.

“Wow,” she breathed out, taking in the small but lovely space, the back wall all windows looking out over the water. She smiled, walking towards the window and watching as the setting sun cast warm colors across the water, “This is pretty impressive, Dean.”

“It is,” he nodded in agreement, standing by her at the window, “I’ve always wanted to do something like this…”

She tugged on the sliding glass door with a wide grin, stepping out on the small deck, “Come on!” she cheered, running down the steps and onto the beach toward the surf.

His eyebrows raised watching her jog ahead, he grinned loving the sight of her being so care-free. He jogged after her, catching up to her just as she reached the water, “You’re gonna get your clothes all wet,” he chuckled.

She turned, wrapping her arms around his waist and smiling coyly up at him, “I was under the impression I wouldn’t be wearing them long anyway,” she cooed, pecking his lips lightly.

“Damn,” he grinned devilishly, pulling her in for a deeper kiss, his own hands snaking around her waist, fingertips lightly tucking into the waist of her pants.

“Unless, of course, this was meant to be an innocent escape,” she teased, batting her eyes at him.

“And what aspect of me do you think has ever been innocent?” he countered, his hand ruffling her hair as he lightly bit his bottom lip, “You’re beautiful Baby.”

“You’re not half bad yourself,” she teased, “So I’m guessing we have to run to the store tomorrow, stock up the fridge and whatnot so I can cook for you,” she grinned, “So what do you want to do about dinner tonight? I’m sure you’re starving.”

“Nuh uh,” he pressed a finger on her lips, “You’re not doing anything but relaxing. S’about time I showed you my own cooking expertise.”

“Mmm, that sounds good,” she agreed, “I could get used to this whole ‘playing house’ thing,” she joked, blushing bashfully.

“Well good, ‘cause you’ll have to get used to it,”  he smiled, “You’re right though, we’ll need to go to the store so...takeout tonight?”

“Whatever you want, Dear,” she teased, kissing him once more.

“Dear?” he laughed, “Ok, darling.”

She scrunched her face in distaste, “Yeah, no...that’s just weird.” she laughed, releasing her hold on him and looking back over the water, “Maybe tomorrow we can go in the water? Swim a bit, ooh! We can walk the beach for shells!” she said excitedly.

“Sure,” he narrowed his eyes mischievously, pulling her back to him, “Or we can just go in the water now?”

Before she could answer, he had hold of her, spinning on his heels and falling back into the surf, dragging her down on top of him.

She squealed in surprise and gasped in shock as the water came rushing up to them once more, “Dean!” she giggled, slapping him on the chest, “Now we’re all wet.” she chuckled with a playful pout.

“I did warn you,” he shrugged, splashing the water like a child and laughing.

She grinned down at him, hovering above his lips, “Now we have to shower…” she mockingly complained.

“Well isn’t that just a pickle,” he bit his tongue playfully.

She leaned down, kissing him tenderly, pulling back with a happy sigh, “You do realize you’ve gone full romance novel, right?” she laughed, “Making out in the sand at sunset…” She moved to kiss him again, before a bigger wave crashed to the shore, washing over them abruptly, “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, wiping the water from her face and getting to her feet, holding out a hand to help him up, her clothes and hair now soaked.

“That’s why romance novels are full of crap,” Dean joked, taking her hand and pulling himself up, and shaking the water off his face before grinning, “So how about that shower?”

“Uh...yeah,” she gave a small smile, blushing as she made her way back to the cabin. Her mind ran a million miles a minute. Did he plan on showering together? But that would mean he’d see her naked. Did she ask him to join her? She made her way into the house, grabbing her bag and looking around for the bathroom, her features betraying her nervousness as she nibbled on her lower lip.

Dean tossed his jacket onto one of the cabin’s small radiators, still chuckling softly to himself. He started looking around too, opening doors and peeking into the rooms. His eyebrows raised at finding the bedroom, a large queen sized bed which already gave him thoughts. 

With only one door left, a huge wet room came into view, “Wow…” he said, “Okay so...uh…” he looked at Shannon and suddenly felt shy, “You get first dibs.”

“O-okay,” she breathed out shakily, nodding at him as she passed to go into the wet room. She gave him one last glance as she shut the door behind her, letting out a long breath once she was alone, before going about her shower. She came out a short while later, freshly cleaned and dressed in her tank top and sleep pants, smiling sheepishly at him, “It’s all yours.”

He found his eyes lingering on her, the tank top tight and showing off every delightful curve. Composing himself, he nodded, “I, uh, found some takeout menus so go ahead and pick something.”

She nodded, watching as he disappeared into the wet room, his wet clothes clinging to his back, his muscles visible beneath them. She let out another shaky breath, shaking her head and composing herself as she went to peruse the menus. By the time Dean returned, she had settled on what she wanted.

“Hey, I figured this could work,” she handed him the menu with the notes on what she wanted. Her eyes lingered on him, looking so relaxed in the simple t-shirt and track pants.

“Works for me,” he said with a smile, mentally picking for himself and grabbing his cell. After placing the order, he went out to the car, grabbing some beers from the cooler he stashed on the back seat. He looked out over the beach as he made his way, chuckling to himself. If someone told him a month ago this is what was coming, he’d have never believed it. Stepping back into the cabin, his smile grew broader as he laid eyes on Shannon, holding a beer out toward her, “Drink on the deck?” he proposed.

She accepted the drink, nodding as she made her way back onto the deck, sitting in one of the chairs that faced the water. The sun was nearly dipped beneath the horizon, the outside growing dark, the sounds of the waves crashing the only noise around them.

Dean sat in the chair beside her, knowing he should probably be admiring the view, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. “I know we pretty much just got here,” he said, “But what do you think? Think this could work as a regular escape spot?”

“You tryin’ to get a timeshare, Dean?” she laughed, looking over at him, “I think it’s perfect,” she admitted.

“Timeshare,” Dean scoffed, “Believe it or not, this place actually doubles as a hunter’s safe house. All I do is put the word out for everyone to stay the hell away.”

“This is a safehouse?!” she exclaimed, shocked, “Wow...y’all hunters got it made.” she whistled. “So wait...you own this place?”

“Trust me, the rest of them are dives,” Dean laughed, “Nobody really owns it, but it’s a favored spot. This is actually my first time here, word was some Hunter completely did the place up ‘cause he was fed up of having to crash in dumps.”

“Well if it’s a common house, then you can’t really keep people away, Dean. What if some hunter shows up because he needs a place to hide out?”

“They get some cash put in their hand and sent away to a motel,” he shrugged, “No one will show up, trust me.”

“I do,” she said, so simply and matter of fact. A knock at the door drew their attention and Shannon stiffened slightly, her eyes sliding to Dean in question.

“Huh…” Dean got to his feet, “Food comes real damn fast around here.” He ventured to answer the knock, his face dropping at the sight on the other side. 

“Heya, Dean-o,” Gabe smirked in greeting, holding up the bag of food, “You ordered some Chinese, right?” Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the archangel, “Oh come on!” Gabe protested, “You finally got some time alone with your Sweetie...just checking that all is well.” he smiled, looking over Dean’s shoulder to see into the house, “Nice digs.”

“Everything’s just fine,” Dean growled, snatching the bag of food, “Now get lost.”

“So,” Gabe lowered his volume, “Tonight’s the night, huh?” he smirked, wiggling his brows and rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Are you-” Dean nearly shouted, opting to step out and close the door behind him first to try and keep Shannon out of earshot, “Are you fucking serious!? Cas was supposed to tell you feathery dicks to leave us the hell alone!”

“Oh, he relayed your message,” Gabe confirmed, “But, you know, Heaven’s agenda, bloodlines, yada, yada, yada…”

“You know,” Dean shook his head, completely done, “If you guys put as much effort into other stuff that you do with this, the world may not be so fucked!”

Gabe’s happy expression dropped as he narrowed his eyes at Dean, stepping into his personal space, “Now you listen to me, dick,” he said, raising a finger for emphasis, “Why do you think Heaven is so intent on continuing the Winchester line, hmm? Your kid...your kid, is gonna be the one to stop things that you don’t even know are coming. And I am that kid’s...let’s just call it a...guardian. So how about you stop being so self-centered and focus on the bigger picture!” he growled, his anger shining in his eyes.

“Y-you,” Dean looked at Gabe in shock, “You are gonna be...my kid’s Guardian Angel?” Dean couldn't hold back the titter in his voice, “That’s hilarious, poor little bastard.”

“Archangels don’t usually take these gigs, but with Winchesters involved,” he shrugged, “So you do your part and I’ll do mine,” he smirked, before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

“Dean?” Shannon’s voice could be heard calling to him from inside the house and he realized how concerned she must be.

Dean shook his head, still processing the new information before heading back inside. After they ate, they found themselves back on the deck, drinking the last two bottles of beers as the moonlight shine across the sand and water.

Sam made his way from Sammy’s room to the kitchen, having been trying to learn the game she was intent on teaching him to play. He quickly pulled out his phone, deciding to check on Dean, as things always seemed to pop up on them.

“Hey,” Sam said into the phone, “Just wanted to check in, see how things were going,” he said to his brother.

“Yeah, having your little brother ring up while you’re trying to have a romantic getaway really adds to the mood,” Dean scoffed on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, well I wasn’t too thrilled when Gabe popped in earlier,” Sam groaned in frustration, “Randomly dropped off some Chinese food and said you were a dick.” he huffed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dean also groaned, “He came over here, spinning shit about bloodlines again…”

“Why haven’t we killed him yet?” Sam asked, exasperated.

“I’m not sure if that’s an option anyways,” Dean huffed, “Turns out he’s taking the job of being… my kid’s guardian angel.”

Sam’s eyes went wide, trying to decide which bit of information he wanted to tackle first, “Uh...ok, I have so many questions…”

“Ditto,” Dean agreed, “They’re recruiting for a role that’s not even available, but...as much as a dick Gabe is, at least...well...this supposed kid should be relatively safe having him as guardian.”

“I’m surprised you’re so calm about it,” Sam said, “I’d be suffering from performance anxiety at a minimum after that bombshell.”

“Okay don’t emphasize it!” Dean hissed, “We’re just...hanging out right now. Couple of beers, watching the waves, there’s no rush….right?”

“Really, Dean? You’re off on some trip, with a beautiful woman, alone, and you’re dancing around it?” Sam scoffed, “I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were gay.”

“You’re not the one with Heaven breathing down your damn neck and practically watching!!” Dean snapped, “You worry about you, I’ll worry about me, and I’m not gay!!”

“You’re right, I’m not,” Sam agreed with a laugh, “So you have fun with that.” he teased, “Oh, and Dean?”

“What!?” Dean groaned.

“If I were you, I’d triple check my protection,” Sam laughed, “You’ve got a trickster hell-bent on plans after all,” Sam said, ending the call with a smug grin as he made his way back to Sammy.

Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket, glancing at his bag. Specifically, the pocket he stashed the box of condoms in, he slowly zipped it open, seeing the box still there. Raising his eyebrow, he pulled the lid open and it was empty. “Son of a bitch!” he growled.

Sam came back to Sammy’s room, chuckling to himself with a grin as he sat back on the bed next to her, smiling as she paused long enough to slurp some noodles before returning to her game.

“What’s so funny?” she looked at him in curiosity before swiftly turning back to the game.

Sam proceeded to fill her in on his conversation with Dean, laughing almost to tears as he struggled to explain. “It’s just,” he paused to catch his breath, “I know it’s a sucky situation to be in, but from the outside, it’s almost hilarious. Especially seeing him freak out over the whole thing, knowing how much he really wants it.” he started chuckling again, before scooting down the bed to sit behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her play, “Plus, it’s kind of nice to be out of the line of fire.” he admitted.

Sammy giggled in agreeance, leaning back into Sam comfortably, before her smile dwindled slightly, “Well...you say that,” she raised an eyebrow, “But Gabe showed up here too...he may not have said anything but...well, doesn’t that show we’re kinda still in the crosshairs a little bit?”

Sam’s eyes went wide, her words sinking in, as he quickly untangled himself from her, shooting off the bed and dashing to his room. Sammy could hear him shout from down the halls, “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!! Gabe! You piece of shit!!”

Sam came marching back into the room, hopping as he was pulling his shoes on his feet, “I’m gonna run out real quick,” he said, somewhat out of breath, pecking her lips, “Be back in a few minutes.”

“Ooo!” Sammy jumped to her feet, “Let me come! I wanna buy some junk food.”

“Babe, we just got Chinese,” he laughed.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, “...And?”

He sighed, “Yeah, okay,” he relented, “Come on.”

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