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A Bad Case of Dragon Pox

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Being sick. 

Series: Part of my Touches to the Heart series! It is based on “Ten Wordless Ways to Say I Love You.” 

Summary: In which, Bill Weasley takes care of you when you suffer from a bad case of dragon pox. (Trope: Sick Days) 

Being sick was the absolute worst.

You were one of the lucky people in the world who rarely got sick. Your childhood hadn’t been plagued with too many illnesses. The Weasley family was quite the opposite. With seven children, illness was common and unusually rampant. You had been dating Bill Weasley, the oldest of the Weasley flock, for all of sixth year before he nervously invited you over to the Burrow for the summer. You accepted immediately, loving how Bill described his home in the warmest of manners, the love for his brothers and sisters flowing from his lips without him even noticing. 

Unfortunately, said brothers and sisters had given you dragon pox. 

On the bright side, dragon pox was an easily treated ailment as of now. Mrs. Weasley had apologized profusely when you had contracted the spotted sickness from Bill’s ten year old twin brothers. You shook your head, though the throbbing headache made it hard. She had cleared a room for you insisting you lay there till she finished brewing the potion in a few days time. 

Surprisingly enough, Bill Weasley did well with the sick. Being the elder brother of six he’d seen his fair share of illnesses and nurtured to the sick a numerous amount of times. Bill Weasley was immune to dragon pox having had it when he was a boy so being the kind man he was, stayed by your bedside attentively. 

“Checkmate.” he announced, proudly. 

You groaned, blowing your nose and throwing the tissue into the trash. “I hate you.” you mumble. “I’m over here dying and you’re bragging about winning a chess game to a dying woman?” 

He scoffed, “You, are overdramatic. You’re not dying. Just slowly suffering.” 

You chuckle, giving a slight cough along with it. Bill passes you the cup of water on the bedside table, helping you take a sip carefully. “How about we do something more fun?” you raise your eyebrow at him playfully. 

Bill smirks, “The words you’re saying are insinuating something vastly different than what I think you mean.” 

A laugh leaves your lips as you throw a pillow at him. “You tosser! I meant can you tell me a story. You know you tell the best ones.” 

He sighed dramatically. “I suppose I can tell one interesting tale.” 

“Please?” you beg.

“Anything for you, my love.” he smiled, lounging back in the chair beside your bed. “Once upon a time there was a lonely bard who sang ballads of adventures in a crackity old tavern that resided off the cliffside of Mount Sampson.” 

Bill’s stories wove their way into your imagination. The bard bellowed his songs as he traveled with the brave hero up the mountain to fight the evil emperor. Bill always had a way with words. His voice animated itself with calm, peaceful undertones that lulled your mind to a heavy sleep. 

The last thing you remembered before falling under were warm lips pressing against your temple. “Goodnight, my love.” was whispered and sheets tucked as you fell asleep with a smile. 

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The next few days were spent with Bill. He was by your side most hours of the day, beating you in chess or telling you stories. When the rest of the Weasley’s went out to shop for school items, he stayed behind. At the time you hadn’t realized it either. It wasn’t until he came up with a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup that you noticed the odd silence in the house. 

You sat up, eagerly taking the soup. “Tell your mum I said thanks.” 

Bill’s jaw dropped dramatically as he watched you start on the soup. “I’m offended. Really. I made that soup all on my lonesome.” 

Your eyes bulged. “Seriously? I didn’t know you could cook.” 

He laughed. “Have you met my mother? I guess I should take it as a compliment that you mistook my soup for hers.” 

“Speaking of which.” you said, putting down the bowl of soup. “It’s so quiet.” 

“Ahh, that’s because my family all went out to buy school stuff. They’re picking up some things for you too.” 

You smile gratefully. “You won’t snitch on me if I leave my room?” 

He snickered, helping you up off the bed. “Of course not. No better time than now.” 

Making your way down the stairs was freeing. Being stuck in the room all week had made you stir crazy. All was peaceful at the Burrow for a rare moment. The birds chirped and sunlight poured through the open windows. You crashed on the couch with a wide smile, turning on the small radio. Turning the dial was a tricky thing as you searched for a station that wasn’t playing Celestina Warbeck. 

The deep strums of Muggle rock echoed through the speakers and Bill’s ears instantly perked up. You laughed, “Perform for me?” 

He proceeded with an eager nod and what a performance it was. Bill Weasley played an excellent air-made electric guitar and made wonderful impressions of a rocker's high pitched chords. When he finished he was out of breath, sweaty, and slightly red at the sight of your laughs. 

“Well… did I do well?” he asked. 

“Beautiful.” you laugh, curling into his side as he slipped his arms around you. The Muggle rock bringing back some of the usual chaos that tended to reside in the Burrow. 

A perfect start to your sickly morning.

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Clueless (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Anon requested: “I just thought of something funny!! Can you do a scenario where Bakugou and his fem!reader were walking when all of sudden this female admirer came out of nowhere and holds a love letter infront of them. She says "please accepts my feelings" but Bakugou refuses the proposal and but then she says "not you, her" and the reader is all flustered!! She might even response back just to mess with Bakugou and he turns all jealous and argues with the admirer. 🤣😂"

Genre: Crack/fluff

Word count: 1,025

Tags:  @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I’ve been dying to write this one since I got it last week, it was such a funny idea! Thank you for sliding me this request anon dear 💖 This ended up being short, crackity, and sweetly ended, so I hope you enjoy!

"Why are you so mad today?" Bakugou swaggers next to me, one hand shoved into his pocket and the other holding his bag behind his shoulder.

"I'm not," I answer curtly.  My arms are crossed over my chest as we walk away from school to the train station together.

The boy rolls his eyes.  "Come on, I know you too well to know that you're angry right now.  What gives?"

"Well, if you know me so well, you should know why I'd be angry, don't you think?"

He growls under his breath.  I know how much he hates it when I counter him like that.  "I don't know!  I'm a guy, I don't understand the things that mean a lot to you girls."

"Good to know you admit that you're an idiot," I retort.  "But I'll give you a hint.  Take a look around and think of what you see."

His scarlet eyes scan around us in puzzlement.  He just barely glances at the six inch distance between us, to my utter dismay.  He even looks to his other side and to our surroundings, and I want to slap my face in dismay.  "Whatever, it's nothing, don't worry about it," I tell him with a sigh.  It's not worth getting bent out of shape and causing a fight just because he can't see it.  Even if I have brought it up a few times already, but it's fine.

"Come on, tell me what it is so I can make it right at least."  

Bakugou may be a hothead, but I know he still cares, which is why I almost softened at his request, but I still want to bust his chops.  "If I just tell you, then you'll be apologizing without fully understanding the problem, so no."

"(Y/n), please-"

"Um, excuse me?"

Both of us turn at the mysterious voice, revealing a flustered girl looking down at her shoes.  I think I've seen her before, she's in one of the other classes and she might be in the art club.

"Yes, what is it?" I answer politely.

Without moving from her spot, she bows her head and holds out a small, white envelope sealed closed with a heart sticker.  "Please accept my feelings!" she squeaks out, mustering all her courage into the confession.

Anger bubbles inside me.  This was bound to happen; I know how popular and handsome Bakugou is, but he's still so stubborn about it.

Bakugou scratches the back of his head and groans.  "Sorry about that, I'm not in the market for dating right now."

I bristle even more.  Idiot, the first thing out of your mouth should be that you're taken already, I fume to myself.

"Oh, not you, Bakugou-san," she straightens up, "I mean (Y/n)-san."

At first, I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment.  Since when do I have admirers?  But one look at Bakugou's appalled and reddened face in rage and I'm smirking in my head.

Ha.

I show the girl a pleasant smile as I coo, "Aren't you so brave?  I'm so flattered you'd have a crush on me."

Bakugou's head snaps to me so fast I think it might have cracked off, and the girl's face also swells.

"Hey, what are you getting at?" my boyfriend glares at me with narrowed eyes.

I shrug nonchalantly.  "Now that I think about it, being in a relationship with a girl would be convenient.  I wouldn't have to worry about hiding my period stuff and shaving all the time, not to mention girls generally have a much better sense for emotions and discerning underlying problems in relationships."  Am I being too petty?  No, I don't think so.

I can see Bakugou's jaw grinding against his teeth even as he turns his head away to block out my obvious dig at him, and I'm satisfied enough at being able to taunt him like that.  I lock eyes with the girl, who's waiting for my final answer hopefully.  "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm taken already."  I place a hand on her deflated shoulder and offer a reassuring smile.  "You should be so proud of yourself for gathering the courage to give me your confession.  And don't sell yourself short, there's plenty of other fish in the sea, you'll find someone else."

Her eyes sparkle and her mouth parts slightly in awe before nodding and bowing at me.  "Thank you for the kind words, (Y/n)-san, it means a lot to me!  And I'm sorry to bother you!"

"It's no problem," I wave off the apology sweetly.  "Get home safe!"

She's still deflated but relaxed as she trudges off.  As I wave farewell, my smile slowly shrinks into a thin line.  I had my fun with my mini-punishment to Bakugou, making him all angry and flustered the way I usually am, but this is exactly the problem that he hasn't been so keen on noticing.

I turn around and resume walking towards the train station.  "This is exactly what you get for keeping our relationship a secret," I huff in a dignified manner.

I don't have to look at Bakugou to know that he's doing a double take with his jaw gaping open.  "Are you kidding me?!  That's what this is about?!"  His footsteps jog to catch up with me.

"Did it feel good seeing someone else come and confess to you?"

He grumbles under his breath before answering, "No..."

"I see.  So now you understand."

"You didn't have to tease me like that, you know."

"You wouldn't have clearly understood how I felt otherwise, so I had to teach you."  I chuckle to myself.  "Though, that wasn't staged, that was completely real."

Bakugou growls, "That wasn't funny, (Y/n)."

"I know it isn't, Bakugou."

After a few more moments of grumbling under his breath, his warm hand slithers around mine.  "I-Is this better?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice his cheeks are brushed red.  The gesture and his reaction both make me smile secretly to myself.  "It's a start."  Stupid Bakugou, we could've been doing this earlier if you weren't such a coward.

A Miscommunication

So does anyone remember that time, a little while ago, when I asked for non-wolfstar prompts and then proceeded to procrastinate those prompts and post a bunch of old drafts I had to fill in for the fact that I haven’t really been able to write for like two weeks? Because I feel absolutely horrible that it took me so long to actually write and I’m very sorry, but here’s the first prompt which I got from @kingfoxjellyfish and I’m very sorry for how terrible this is, it’s just a crackity crack fic to be honest.

Prompt: Jily prompt where Siri and Snape are mistaken being in a relationship?

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James extended his hand and bowed. Lily failed to hide her smile and took his hand, shaking her head.

“M’lady,” he said, linking her arm in his. They began walking toward the portrait hole.

“You’re an idiot, James,” Lily replied. She had to admit this wasn’t a good idea. James was always going after Lily. She was always saying no. He was a big-headed, arrogant git. But Lily was also… drawn to him. And she hated it. But either way, she’d agreed to help him with his potions OWLs.

“Hey, you can’t insult me on a date,” James said, turning her around the corner of the hallway. Lily stopped in her tracks and unlinked her arm from James.

“James, this isn’t a date,” she said, sharply. James laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “No, honestly James, I’m helping you study and if you get weird about it, I’m leaving.” Lily crossed her arms. She was not going to let James Potter charm his way out of this. She was trying. She was trying to give him a chance. But she didn’t know if it would work. His smirk fell and he looked at her, hazel eyes shining.

“Apologies, m’lady. Henceforth I shall have nothing but study on my mind,” he said. Lily rolled her eyes and let herself smile this time, but quickly moved away when James tried to link his arm with hers again. She did let him carry all the books though.

“So how much have you actually studied? You know, OWLs are next week,” Lily said. They rounded another corner. James made a face at a small stream of water that was falling down the wall. It disappeared when it reached the floor. Lily chose not to question it and instead looked at James, who was messing around with his hair again.

“How much have I actually studied potions?” He raised his eyebrow. Lily nodded. “Uhh… not at all?” he said, like it was a question. Lily shook her head and huffed a laugh.

“Look Potter, you might be able to strut around, top of the class, without actually doing any work but couldn’t you at least-” James stuck his arm out as they rounded another corner and stopped in his tracks, stopping Lily too. He spun them around suddenly, so they were both against the wall.

“Sorry, Evans, I really hate to interrupt you finally admitting I’m top of the class, I’m flattered and all, but I’m going to have to ask you to be quiet,” he said, his arm still over Lily. She pushed it away and glared at him.

“What’s going on, Potter?” she asked, leaning forward. He hushed her, which, on second thought was probably a stupid idea. But she didn’t say anything, only looked at James. He pointed around the corner and she sighed, but took a look.

Sirius stood over someone against the stone wall. His hands were placed either side, his face inches away from-

“Severus?” Lily whispered. James hushed her again and she glared. Sirius was muttering something that they couldn’t hear. She tried to push past James and walk up to them, but James reached out and closed his hand around her wrist.

“Wait!”

“Oi!” Lily whisper-shouted. He let go of her wrist immediately and looked at her sheepishly.

“Sorry, Lily, but just- look,” he said, gesturing to the two boys. Lily scoffed and turned back to face them. How neither of them had heard James or Lily was a mystery.

“The only thing I see, James, is Black pinning Severus against the wall,” she growled. James sighed at the implication. Sirius was doing that, technically.

“Exactly, Lily. But look, neither of them have their wand out,” he said, simply, like it was supposed to mean something. Lily squinted at James.

“Ever heard of a fist fight, Potter?” she asked, exasperated. James rolled his eyes.

“Lily, they don’t look like they’re fighting,” he said, eyebrows raised. Lily looked back toward them, confused. James was right, though. Severus and Sirius were merely looking at each other. They weren’t talking, and more importantly, they weren’t yelling. Lily looked back to James.

“Why… why not?” she asked. James shrugged and strained his neck to listen. Someone cleared their throat around the corner where the boys were and James and Lily moved back against the wall.

“Boys.” They heard some shuffling as the two boys separated.

“Hey Minnie,” they heard from Sirius. Then a huff of exasperation. Lily locked eyes with James, who was so far back into the wall it was like he was trying to melt into it.

“Is there something wrong, boys?” McGonagall asked cautiously. Sirius replied with a smirk in his voice.

“Nothing at all, Minnie, dear.” Lily could almost see his smug position, could almost see the glint in his eyes.

“Severus?” she asked. Lily could almost see him, too. Standing straight, not backing down.

“Nothing at all,” he repeated. Lily shook her head. She didn’t know why he let those four get away with everything they did to him. Professor McGonagall stared at them for a moment before she walked away.

Lily made to move out from behind the wall before James whispered a hurried, “wait.” She turned her head back and glared at him but listened along anyway.

“This needs to stop,” Severus said, pacing a small line in the corridor. “You need to stop,” he cut the pacing short after Sirius didn’t respond. Lily craned her neck a little further to see what was happening. Sirius was leaning against the wall, smirking.

“Why’s that, Snivellus?” he asked. Lily cringed, but something made her stay still. Severus narrowed his eyes.

“Because we almost got caught this time and next time, it’ll be worse. So there won’t be a next time.” Lily furrowed her brow as Severus finished talking. That conversation, for all that it was, didn’t sound like… it didn’t sound like Sirius had just been bullying Severus. Lily turned to James and he gave her a knowing look. She pulled him away from the corner, just far enough that they could whisper back and forth without being heard.

“No,” Lily said. James huffed a laugh and shrugged.

“It certainly seems that way,” he replied. Lily shook her head, some hair falling out of the dutch braids Marlene had done this morning.

“No. Severus and Sirius aren’t- Sev isn’t- I don’t even think Severus is gay,” Lily finally settled on. James laughed.

“Yeah, well I thought Sirius was mad for Remus but that—” he gestured to the occupied corner, “—says otherwise. Lily nodded a lot. Like, a little too much. James looked at her oddly.

“What?” she asked, looking up. James cracked a smile and shook his head, motioning for Lily to follow. They got back to the corner.

Sirius’ smirk grew into a grin when Severus made a face at him and pulled out his wand. Lily shouted and rounded the corner.

“Stop!”

“Lily?” blurted Severus at the same time Sirius sputtered,

“Evans?” James turned the corner too. “Prongs?”

“Potter? What are you doing hanging out with him, Lily?” Severus sneered, pointing lazily at James with his wand. Lily rolled her eyes at all of them.

“What are you doing hanging out with him?” James repeated, but he was looking at Sirius, his nose scrunched to keep his glasses from falling down his face. Sirius opened and closed his mouth.

“Hanging out?” Severus spat. Lily's breath quickened. James ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head at Sirius.

“Are you—are you… dating?” Lily choked out. Severus and Sirius cringed at the same time. Sirius stepped away from Severus, right back into the wall.

“Excuse me, what?” Sirius asked, dumbfounded. He looked to James, who was shaking his head and muttering.

“Look if you’re gay Sev, that’s perfectly okay, why didn’t you tell me?” Lily stepped forward carefully, sincerity in her eyes as she looked at Severus. He stepped away, confused.

What in Merlin’s left testicle are you on about, Evans?” Sirius asked. Lily looked toward him and opened her mouth, but James stopped his muttering and cut in.

“‘We almost got caught this time and next time, it’ll be worse,’” James quoted Severus. “What the hell was that about?” Realisation dawned on Sirius’ face as he realised how that sounded. Severus scoffed at James.

“You were eavesdropping, Potter? I don’t know why I’m surprised,” he said. James bit his tongue to hold back from saying something stupid and looked at Sirius. He then proceeded to say something even more stupid.

“I love you Pads, but what the fuck?” he asked, confused. Sirius’ mouth was parted, like he was trying to think of something to say. Lily hadn’t spoken in a while. She was just looking at Severus, waiting for him to say whatever was sputtering on the top of his tongue. Lily and James were both waiting actually, for an explanation. Sirius lowered his head and mumbled an incoherent sentence. Lily frowned.

“What was that?” She looked from Sirius to Severus, but he was only staring at his feet.

“Snape was helping me,” Sirius mumbled again, a little clearer. James choked and cleared his throat.

“Im sorry—what?” he spat. Lily looked just as confused.

“I… Snape was telling me what was happening with Reg now that he won’t talk to me,” Sirius explained, his voice growing thin. James’ eyes softened but Lily only kept looking between the two boys.

“And what did you do to Severus to make him tell you, Black?” she asked, her tone a little shorter than it usually was with Sirius.

“What? Nothing! I… I’m paying him,” Sirius said. Severus' weight shifted between his feet as he continued to stare at the ground. James’ whole body had sagged, like the light that was gone from his eyes had taken something from his body too. It hurt James, Lily realised, to know that Sirius felt he had to check in on Regulus. Lily didn’t know much about Sirius’ home life but from what she gathered, it wasn’t very good.

“So you’re not… you’re not dating?” James sputtered, almost cringing at the thought. Lily rolled her eyes.

“No!” The boys said at the same time. They looked at each other wearily and stepped further away from each other.

“I’m going now,” Severus said, backing up slowly. Lily walked toward him to go with him. James was already at Sirius’ side, checking him over to make sure he was okay. Lily almost stopped to ask James about his OWLs, but thought better of it when he turned back to look at her. They smiled a little to each other before Sirius and James began walking down the hall. When Lily turned back to Severus, he was watching them walk away.

“You think I’d date Black if I was gay?” he scoffed, looking to Lily. She huffed a laugh and shoved him. “Nah, I see the way you look at Malfoy, you’d never betray him like that.” Severus flipped Lily off and started walking away from her. She only laughed and jogged to catch up with him.

I am Sam, Sam I am

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Sam!Dean x Reader (brief) Warnings:Crack, crack, crackity crack. Also kinda sweet in the beginning. Imagine dipping your crack in sugar? Word Count:2,773. Prompt/Summary:You and Sam are secretly dating behind Dean's back. And that’s all fine until one day you see who you think is Sam, alone. (Prompted by @hoeofnjadaka on Ao3 - I mean I’m just assuming your username is the same here. If not, sorry friend!) A/N: ANOTHER BODY SWAP?!? Yeah, yeah. I know. Played out much? Get off my case guys it’s Sam x Reader this time and also kinda different. Don’t look at me like that, just appreciate this pure, uncut crack for what it is. 

Ao3 if you prefer

You’d just finished killing a pack of werewolves. It’s never an easy task and even with the three of you, it had been an evening full of close calls. You’re surprised none of you are injured beyond some minor cuts and grazes. But since no one is injured Dean goes into town to pick up some food, read: a woman, and that leaves you and Sam alone. The lights are low and the beers are cold. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders and you’re curled into his body, only a little. It’s just comfortable, that’s all. He’s so long anyway, perfect for you to hide away inside his tall frame while you watch movies. Friends definitely do that. Friends sit this close and breathe deeply enough to taste the smell of him in the back of your throat. Being attracted to him had been an accident. You’d just always been close, a leaning post for each other. When he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, talk to Dean you were there. And when you had trouble opening up, or were afraid of losing another friend, he was patient. Over weeks, months and years you’d kind of become each other’s everything. Or at least, he’d become yours. There’s nothing remarkable about tonight. There’s no big conversation or argument that sparks action. It's not a straw that breaks the camel's back. It’s the normal quiet you have during movies. Comfortable and calm. The Zodiac Killer, the film from the seventies, is playing on some late night horror channel and Dean isn’t around to tease Sam about his 'serial killer thing'. So, Sam is safe to lean in and tell you facts about the real case. Parts that the movie got wrong and parts that he’s surprised they got right. Every time he does you’re watching his lips, how carefully they sound out his words. He always speaks precisely when he cares about a topic, never wastes a syllable. “Sam?” He stops mid-sentence and turns to you more fully. Where before he’d been whispering facts while still looking at the screen now he’s looking right at you. Even in the dark, you can see the intensity of his eyes as the light from the TV continues to flicker in them. He has no idea what you’re going to say, you have no idea what you’re going to say, and yet he’s looking at you with the same concentration he does an important book. As if whatever you might say is gospel. “Yeah Y/N?” You don’t know what pushes you except you’re wondering if he’ll kiss you as carefully as he speaks. It’s not the first time you’ve thought it but it is the first time the question has consumed you so completely. It’s a risk. It could ruin your friendship. It could ruin your entire life. That’s if he rejects you and things become awkward. For some reason tonight confidence outweighs doubt. Maybe he’ll kiss you back is louder in your head than you’re just his friend. You slide an arm around his neck, pulling him into you and once you make contact with his skin everything speeds up because there’s no going back now, even if you saw disgust on his face you’d have to go through with it. How would you write this off as anything but trying to smash your face to his? Then your lips touch and that’s the call to action Sam apparently needed. In the blink of an eye, he’s kissing you back with a depth you hadn’t expected. There’s nothing slow or patient about this kiss. It’s fast and dirty. It’s bruising and when his tongue swipes over your lips you imagine it’s as much to soothe them as it is to ask for entry. He rolls you both as his tongue slides into your mouth, he has a hand on your hip and he’s leaning on his other arm, the perfect amount of Sam weight pressing you into the bed. You’re not sure if you kiss him for a second or a lifetime but eventually, he pulls back, keeping his forehead on yours, both of you panting and this smile on his face. It’s wide and happy and utterly heartstopping. You quickly accept that you’ll do anything for this smile as if you wouldn’t have done anything for Sam already. “So, um, you agree?” You ask with your own grin that you’re sure is breaking your face. He laughs down at you, “completely.” And then he’s on you again, kissing the little air you managed to capture straight back out of your lungs. There’s a scream as the zodiac killer begins to kill a woman. It’s a stark enough contrast against the muddling, quiet dialogue of the film that you break apart like it’s a case. Laughing some more when you realize it isn’t and ultimately breaking apart completely when you hear a key in the door. Dean had to have been drunk. It’s the only explanation for why he doesn’t see how red and swollen your lips are, or how tousled and messy your hair is. He confirms his state when he falls messily onto the other bed. You’re somewhat frozen in shock, luckily Sam doesn’t miss a beat. “Dude, where’s the food?” Sam’s voice is convincing enough that even you believe he’s hungry. Dean waves a hand in the air like he’s batting a fly, “her name was Gina.” “Considerate of you,” you finally catch up enough to chastise him. Not that it makes a lick of difference considering quiet snores that start coming from the Dean shaped mass on the bed.

Four Weeks Later  

There’s something nice about having the place to yourself, although you’ll never admit that to Sam and Dean. You may just break their little hearts. There’s a peace in it though. You can cook whatever you want without Dean barking at you to make sure you clean up properly this time. You can read any of the books in the library without Sam reminding you to put it back in the right place. Wait, were you a nightmare to live with? Whatever. The boys are gone and life is good. You know Dean is going to find some mess when he gets back, there was an incident with the blender that you’d rather not talk about and you know he’ll sniff out a stray drop you’ve missed like the bloodhound that he is. So, you’ve preemptively baked him an apology pie. It’s only Pillsbury pie crust, you’re not that good a baker, but you made a pretty great apple filling all by yourself, which should earn you some pretty sweet brownie points. And Sam? Well, he may or may not find some books missing from his room and you may or may not have lost his place in every single one. Although you had some very different ideas on how to make that up to him. Ideas that may require sending Dean away somewhere. Especially since he doesn’t know what you do with his brother at night. Gun to your head, you probably couldn’t coherently explain why you’re still keeping it a secret. That first night everything had happened so quickly and then Dean came back before you could really talk to each other. The day after you’d both gone on a food run first thing in the morning if only to share a lot of sheepish smiles and blushing cheeks. It was all ten tons of adorable considering all you had to do was close your eyes to be reminded of his weight on top of you. At first, you agreed to the secrecy because he’s your best friend and if whatever you were doing didn’t work out it would surely be easier to recover in private. At least that sounded reasonable. Now it’s fairly obvious that you have something. Maybe not wedding bells and Christmas cards but it’s lasting at least. It’s just, well, now the secret thing is freaking hot. We’re not just talking a quick roleplay and move on with your lives hot. It’s all you can do not to jump him at breakfast. It’s every forbidden relationship you’ve never had rolled into one. And it’s not even forbidden. You’re fairly sure Dean would be happy for you both, you hope anyway. But now the longer you keep it a secret the more wrong it feels. The time apart has only made it worse. They’ve only been gone two days. Two days! You’ve taken longer naps. And yet here you are sitting at the map table on your laptop and looking up an excuse for you to leave with Sam immediately upon their return. Turns out, you needn’t have bothered. The door to the bunker is heavy and booming so even if you hadn’t have been right there you’d have heard it pretty quickly. However, you are there with a perfect view of the entryway, just as Sam ducks down to come in. The problem occurs when he doesn’t duck his head quite enough and slams his forehead into the thick metal door frame. “Son of a bitch!” He shouts with a strange inflection at the end. It’s familiar just, not from Sam. You're distracted by his injury and you jump up from your seat to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, “show me, you big baby.” Not once does it occur to you that Sam has walked through that door a thousand times without injury. Not when he leans down to show you his slightly red forehead and you ghost your fingers over it, gently feeling for a lump and at the same time running your fingers through his hair. “You’ll live. Where’s Dean?” “Dean? He jumps back from your touch and creases his brow, apparently shocked and offended by your innocent line of questioning. “He’s, erm, at the library! Yeah, I- I just dropped him off.” You have a library. It’s quite literally right behind you and has more lore books than the local one. That’s not taking into account that Dean is the one at the library and not Sam. None of that matters because that’s not what you decide to focus on, “um, are telling me that he’s not here?” “That’s what I said.” “We have the place to ourselves?” “That’s what Dean is at the library means.” Your voice drops into something akin to the verbal equivalent of velvet and you lean into him, looking up through your lashes. “Then why am I not already naked?”

Before he can react you slide your arms around his neck and bring him crashing you meet your lips. The kiss is different, softer, for all of the second it lasts before Sam has his hands on your shoulders pushing you back. He keeps you at arm's length as he splutters, “Y/N, what the hell?” “Oh come on, you said yourself you just dropped him off which means we have some time.” You slip past his hands, fingers nimbly unbuttoning his shirt and lips pressing kisses against the taut skin of his chest as it’s revealed. “Wanna see how many times you can make me...?” “Woah, woah, woah!” He pushes you back again, shirt half unbuttoned and your ego significantly more bruised than his forehead. “Are you and Sam…?” He raises his brows questioningly and makes a hand motion involving one finger sliding into a circle made with his other hand. You don’t know what's worse, the rejection or the anxiety suddenly eating at your stomach. “Sam, what’s going on?” His face pales of color and he scratches the back of his neck while he avoids looking directly into your eyes, “see, funny thing about that. I’m kinda not Sam.” “What?” The sickly feeling is climbing from your belly to your throat but you still need to hear more words. “Well, me and Sam kind of switched bodies. Accidently and it was no ones fault so let’s not go pointing fingers at anyone, and he is really at the library, my body anyway…” “Dean!?” The guilty look on his face is all the confirmation you need. “Oh my god!” You take a step back with a scandalized look on your face as you clutch your shirt to your chest as if it’s your buttons that are half undone. “Don’t give me that! You’re the one who’s- who’s…” he wags a finger through the air between you and him, or Sam’s body anyway. “You’re the one who jumped me like a damn spider monkey. And since when are you and Sam? You know!” It’s as clear as day now that this is, very much, not your Sam. In fact, it’s so obviously Dean that you almost want to slap yourself for being so blind. You’re far more tempted to slap Sam though. Or Dean anyway. “That is frankly none of your business. Why the hell didn’t you say something sooner? You’re the one who said you dropped Dean off!” “Technically I did. He’s got my good looks and my ID anyway, that makes him Dean Winchester!” An epiphany hits you sideways and you finally ask the most obvious question, not knowing it answers everything else, “wait a second, how did you get like this? You weren’t even hunting a witch or anything.” Suddenly he’s defensive. You’ve finally asked the right question, “we may have been doing a spell to track the pair of vetala and I might have, maybe, got some of the wording wrong. And two of the ingredients. And we might not know exactly how to put ourselves back.” You rub your forehead in frustration and let out the angriest sigh you can muster. “I guess I better start doing some research.” You turn on your heel an stomp into the library. Dean calling after you with Sam’s voice, “don’t think we’re not gonna talk about the fact that I can still taste your tongue down my throat!” “It’s Sam’s throat genius!”

Sam, in Dean’s body, sits down next to you with a large book in his hands. “I heard someone isn’t talking to Dean.” “He’s an idiot.” You grumble, not taking your eyes off the page. “Yeah, but we should probably cut him some slack since we didn’t tell him about us for, like a month.” Your shoulders roll back involuntarily but still tense. It doesn’t make him any less right, “I get that. But I kissed him! And I tried to- let’s just say I was happy to see you.” He opens his book not really looking at the page and for the first time, you turn your head to look at him. It’s Sam and you know it is. Not just because he told you so but his facial expressions are still his and he shakes his head like he’s expecting to have more hair. Hell, when you saw him walk over out the corner of your eye he walked across the room like he’s four inches taller. “You technically kissed me you know.” This time he’s pretending to read and not looking at you. “It’s unbelievably weird to hear Dean say that you know?” “Yeah,” he chuckles and it’s a little too Dean, “it’s weird for me too. Did you know he’s got this backache that just doesn’t go away?” You let out a laugh at that since you know how sensitive Dean is about his age. “Ok, noted. I’m so saving that information for when you two are back in the right bodies.” “Glad I could help make you smile again,” except as he says it he reaches out for your hand. It’s not unusual since he would sometimes squeeze your hand under the table or when you’re out sight. But now it’s Dean and even though you know it’s Sam you still recoil from his touch, “no offense but that’s super weird.” He's in Dean's body and yet he retained those damn puppy dog eyes in the switch. “Dean gets to kiss my girl and she won’t even hold my hand?” You sigh. He’s right, obviously. It’s a fairly innocuous thing and it’s not like Dean is repulsive, it’s just weird. It’s weird and messy and an extra slice of more weird. “First of all, I didn't know it was Dean when I... anyway how about this? Instead of holding your hand there’s a pie in the kitchen that we can tease him with?” He allows you to distract him and his face falls with a sudden horrific realization. If you didn’t know any better you might think it was another apocalypse, “do not let him near pie while he's in my body!”

5eva tags: @divadinag @darthdeziewok @fluentinfiction @witch-of-letters  @supernatural-teamfreewillpage @magnitude101999 @alexwinchester23

I first encountered Pixies by way of a burnt CD thrust into my hands by a classmate after a Classics lesson in 2005. “You’ll probably like these guys they’re weird” he said as he disappeared into the throng of teenagers. What I later found on my Discman was back-to-back copies of Doolittle and Surfer Rosa. I was struck by the surreally biblical lyrics and fuzzy guitar work that created songs filled with existential angst, songs filled with nothing at all. Their music was absurdly chaotic, much like life. In the case of Doolittle, there was not a single track I didn’t like, and it fast became one of my favourite albums, one which seemed to grow and mature with me, that I was constantly finding new depths in.

Black Francis almost moved to New Zealand to become an astronomer, but he ended up forming the Pixies instead thank goodness. I found it surprising that they hadn’t been to New Zealand until 2010, when I was up the front of the Vector Arena, pressed against the bar directly in front of Kim Deal who was drinking beer throughout the set and having a whale of a time. Playing Doolittle in its entirety, and only the choicest cuts from other albums and b-sides, it was an otherworldly experience, and undisputedly one of my top three live music experiences to date. Kim’s bass pick and my ticket stub from that show are proudly framed and displayed to this day.

So when I heard that the Pixies were coming back to support the release of Head Carrier, I was in two minds. I didn’t want to mar my previous experience and probably out of loyalty to Kim, I was sceptical about how her replacement Paz Lenchatin, formerly of A Perfect Circle would translate live. But on the other hand, after a spate of misses, their latest album was good, and it was the Pixies.

So this time I found myself sitting just to the side of stage closest to Paz. The lights dimmed, the crowd roared, and Pixies, one of the most influential bands of the last 30 years, one of the cornerstones of Grunge, who are probably on every discerning Hipsters playlist, traipsed onstage and wordlessly opened with Where is My Mind? It was a gut wrenching, breath-taking, bold moment to open with their signature song. The Pixies rarely work with set lists, so each night is different. We were treated to a cross section of their seven albums to date, churned out with unrelenting professionalism and musicianship.

Everything seemed much simpler than their last show here, the stage set up was some strategic lighting and dry ice. Without the trappings, all there was to focus on was their technical skill, their songs, and their delivery, which seemed a lot tighter, a lot more assured. As you would expect from a Pixies concert, the tempo and mood ebbed and flowed throughout the evening. Highlights included Gouge Away, Hey, and Neil Young cover Winterlong. Black Francis’s voice can still reach the desolate, angry howls, and plummet to a menacing whisper in a single breathe as Joey Santiago’s guitar wove in and out of focus.  They didn’t utter a single word throughout their set, and they didn’t need to- to speak would have broken their spell over the audience, some who were crowd surfing like it was 1989 all over again.

Finally I owe Paz an apology and acknowledgement. She was fantastic, and took charge of their encore- the b-side Into The White.  Dare I say her performance was better than Kim’s some seven years ago.

While this performance hasn’t replaced their Doolittle show in my “best live show’ list, it’s probably because of my emotional attachment to that album more than anything. Last night was still a gritty, fun, nostalgic nods to one of alternative rock’s (and my) most important artists.

Kate Powell

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Pixies set list:

Where Is My Mind?

Here Comes Your Man

Winterlong

Blown Away

Mr Grieves

Nimrod’s Son

Indie Cindy

All The Saints

Vamos

Gouge Away

All I Think About

Debaser

Broken Face

Ilsa de Encanta

Magdalena 318

Head Carrier

Monkey Gone To Heaven

Classic Masher

Wave Of Mutilation

Oona

Might As Well Be Gone

Um Chagga Lagga

Crackity Jones

Bel Esprit

Velouria

Hey

Bone Machine

Into The White

  The Pixies – Vector Arena March 11, 2017 I first encountered Pixies by way of a burnt CD thrust into my hands by a classmate after a Classics lesson in 2005.

Weirdos (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: LoV x Reader, platonic relationship

Shigaraki, Twice, Dabi, toga, Kurogiri x Reader

I’m combining two anon requests I got for this one (they were kinda similar and I have a lot of requests to go through):  “LOV x young reader (fem or genderfluid). reader just wants to be loved. Toga's like a big sister, Dabi's a big brother, Shigaraki is that one gay cousin and Kurogiri is the father figure (hey no stOp that). Shenanigans ensue” and “Hello love! I just read sleepless with the LOV gang and I was wondering if you could do a platonic LOV x teenage reader where she gets hurt in an attack from the heroes and what their reaction would be. If you’d like to add her quirk maybe something about controlling plant life? Thanks love”

Tags: @wwwwyamd​  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

Genre: Crack I guess

Word Count: 1,260

a/n: Ugghhh this took me a long time and I’m still not that happy with it...  I’ve been slowly losing steam, it’s probably bc of finals coming up and my grades and yeah...  Still!  I hope this crackity type thing makes you guys smile.  This is kiiind of a sequel to Sleepless? It happens in the same continuity/universe/timeline, think of it that way.

Also!  I have a few more requests and more originals from myself, but I have exams this week, so I possibly won’t be posting until after Wednesday, unless I decide to write that Bakugou hc request I just got to tide you guys over.

I didn’t use it very much, but gender neutral they/them pronouns here!

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, all their eyes were on me.  Their silence is exactly what I expected, and I wanted nothing more than to disappear.  I try tilting my hat down so they can't see my face as I place the plastic bag on the table.  "Sorry I'm late, here's food. I'm gonna wash up-"

A hand comes down on my head and I gulp.

"What happened to your face?"

Dabi's voice lowering a whole octave and a half is the scariest thing in the world, change my mind.  "N-Nothing..."

"That's also not the jacket you left with earlier," Twice adds across from me.

Damnit, when did they get so perceptive?  I haven't been staying here for too long, I didn't think they would care about me other than when I go get their food and run other errands for them.

"(Y/n)," Kurogiri crosses his arms over his chest.  "Take the jacket and the hat off.  Now."

I can't refuse them when they're all piercing me with their murderous gazes like that.  They've been nice enough to keep me here, but they're still villains, I can't say they don't scare me in the slightest.  I'm deathly afraid of what might happen if they see what happened to me.  I slowly remove my jacket first, revealing a few scrapes and bruises on my arms.  When I'm met with silence, I remove my hat too, scrunching my eyes closed and preparing for the worst.

"What. Happened?"

I flinch at Dabi's harsh question, not having the courage to look up and look him in the eyes.

"Answer me, kid."

I pick at a scratch on my palms.  "I-I got caught up in an attack w-with the heroes.  I got a little-"

"A little what?!" Twice slams a hand down on the table and I jolt.  "Your face has a giant sore!  What hit you?!"

"Or who?" Dabi asks, hands clenched as his arms cross over his chest.

I back away, defensive about the whole situation.  "It wasn't on purpose.  They hit the ground and something went flying at my face-"

"You could've gotten hurt worse than that!" Dabi booms at me, stepping forward.  "Why didn't you block it in time?"

I feel myself getting smaller and smaller.  "I was running, and I heard someone screaming behind me, and I wasn't paying attention, that's all."

"Aw Dabi, you don't have to be so harsh," Toga wraps an arm around my quivering shoulders.  "You're being scary again, tone it down a notch."

"Yeah, stupid, you're going too OP on the yelling, no one wants to hear your mouth," Shigaraki pipes up, seemingly unbothered by the whole thing ad choosing to focus all his attention on his handheld console.

Dabi whirls onto him.  "What'd you say, Crusty?  How about you say it with your chest?"

Shigaraki stands up and gets in his face.  "I wonder what burnt chicken ashes tastes like-"

"Enough, you two!" Kurogiri booms out.  "There are more pressing matters than your pointless bickering."

"Yeah, our poor birdie (Y/n) got hurt," Toga rubs my face.  I wince when her finger brushes over the sore spot, but I don't want to push her away for fear she might do something to me.  "That's gonna leave a huge bruise for a few weeks."

"I'm gonna destroy whichever hero it was who caused it," Dabi returns back to me.  "Who was it?  Endeavor?  Best Jeanist?  One of those UA kids?"

"I don't know.  I didn't see them clearly," I squeak.  He's really gonna kill me now.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T SEE IT?"  Blue flames emerge from his palms.

"Hey, hey, take it down a few notches."  Twice wraps an arm around Dabi's shoulder and pats his arm.  "No need to act all tough."

"I'm sorry I got hurt, I'll be more careful next time."  The tears build up behind my eyes, but I try to hold them back.  I don't want to see what happens if I cry in front of them.

"Aw, look what you did," Twice exasperatedly motions to my bowed head.  "This is what happens when you're a tsundere hiding your feelings all the time."

"Come here, (Y/n)."  Kurogiri motions to the seat next to Shigaraki.  "Let me take care of your wounds."

"But," I blink back to clear my vision, "I deserved it, didn't I?"  Shouldn't I be in trouble now?

"Oh, shut up, stop being an emo," Toga pushes me toward the chair.

I end up seated at the bar, still constricting myself inward.  I'm not comfortable with anything going on, not to mention how perplexed I am.

Shigaraki spares a sideways glance at me before mashing at his buttons nonchalantly.  "That's one hell of a bruise, you're gonna look worse than me for a while."

I can't judge from his tone if he's insulting me, or trying to make a joke, or failing miserably at comforting me.

Kurogiri places a first aid kit on the counter.  "I'll do your face first."  He pulls out a few cotton swabs and a bottle solution.

Twice leans his arm on the counter on my other side.  "What's with that face, (Y/n)?  You look worried."

I pause for a moment before I look down at my feet.  "I'm waiting for you guys to do something to me."

The entire room freezes again and goes silent, sending me into another heart-racing mini panic.

Twice is the first to break the silence.  Even the soft hand he places on my shoulder makes me jumpy.  "I don't know how things were before you met us, or if that's the kind of impression we give," he shoots a look at Dabi, who just crosses his arms and looks away, "But that's not how we do things.  It was an honest mistake, how could you have known that would happen?  We're just concerned about if something bad happened to you."

I perk up at his words.  "You mean, I'm not just your lackey running your errands?  I'm not just an annoying kid you found on the street?"

"You make it sound like you're a stray cat or something," Shigaraki comments.  "Though, you are quiet and require a moderate amount of attention..."

"Of course you're not just a lackey, silly!  You're one of us!"  Toga's sweater pawed hands envelop my torso in a hug.  "Dabi's just being a meanie because he doesn't know how to show affection.  He should still apologize though."

"Yes, Dabi!" Twice adds with a flourish, "Apologize to my poor child!"  He grabs my head and forcefully pushes it into his hard chest.

Dabi sighs heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as the two stare at him expectantly.  "I shouldn't've yelled at you, kid.  I didn't know you'd be scared like that."

"It's fine."  It's weird being smothered by a group of housemates who might as well be strangers, but it blooms warmth into me somehow.

"Alright, you get first bite of the grub."  Twice eagerly opens up the bags of food and rips open one of the containers and disposable chopsticks to feed me.

Kurogiri gently blots at my face with his first aid supplies.  "Toga, stop wiggling, you're moving (Y/n)!"

Her grip around my waist doesn't loosen at all, her face snuggling into my back.  "Ey, Twice, it's no fair you get to feed (Y/n) first, I wanna do it!"

It's at this moment when I feel like Dabi and Shigaraki are the most normal ones out of all of them, until they start bickering over a container of noodles and start destroying things so Kurogiri needs to reprimand them again.  Even so, among all the prodding, squeezing, pulling, bickering, and smothering, I wonder if this is what family is supposed to feel like.

A secret smile only I can see quirks at my lips.  Nah, they're just weirdos.