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kiame-sama · 3 months

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Drag Me to Hell- (Yandere!Alastor x Chubby!Reader) pt. 3

Warnings; spoilers for episode 5 of Hazbin Hotel, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere behavior, toxic relationship, Alastor is not fond of disobedience, don't make deals with demons,

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"Good talk, chum!"

Alastor hummed as he moved towards the shadows, leaving behind a shaking and terrified Husker. There were many words that could be used to describe Alastor and none were more fitting than terrifying.

None knew this better than you.

"Husker," you started, emerging from where you had been waiting down the hall, "are you okay?"

The hellcat tried to pull himself together quickly and brush you off, but his shaking betrayed how truly afraid he was. When Alastor wanted to put terror into others, he didn't need to work very hard to accomplish his goal.

"Why the Hell d'you care? You're his fuckin' favorite, the fuck you know about it?"

You knew he was lashing out to protect himself, but the words almost managed to make you flinch. Luckily for the both of you, you didn't and you kept a level head. If he had seen... Still, you wanted to try and comfort the fellow lost soul ensnared by your eternal captor.

"Husker, listen to me."

Something about your firm tone made the demon pause, an almost confused and unsettled expression on his face. It was rare that you became so serious and pleading with anyone, let alone tried to actually talk to anyone for extended periods of time. Something about your tone made him want to take whatever you were going to say seriously.

"You may think you know the limits of his patience but you don't. I know them. I have seen more than you know and have been by his side for longer than you may expect. I can never share these things. I can never tell anyone what I have heard and seen. Those memories are not my secrets to share. But I can tell you some of the terms of my contact, and I hope you understand and take heed."

You were choosing your words carefully, knowing that you could only say so much before the fine-print of your contract with Alastor silenced you. Parroting one of the key lines of your contract even as you navigated your way through the red-tape and fine print. Alastor made sure to create a rather finely crafted contract to outline your deal with him and you had plenty of time to read over it again and again.

"Expected and Required are the same thing. I am expected to remain by Alastor's side until he doesn't want me to be. I am expected to do what is asked of me by Alastor and no one else. I am expected to keep what I see and hear a secret unless Alastor wishes for me to speak on the matter. I am expected to remember the primary terms of every contract I have seen. And I have to say, Husker, I know better than anyone what chains can bind some overlords."

Husker seemed confused for a moment before his eyes flashed with recognition before shifting to curiosity. You could only hope that he gathered the information you wanted to give him without having directly said it.

"You were there for my deal, weren't you?"

"I cannot say. Those are not my secrets to share."

"But where were you? I thought it was just me an' him. Unless... Hells, you're his microphone, aren't you?"

"I am expected to be by his side until he doesn't want me to be."

"You've been around long enough to see my deal, you must have seen so many other deals too. Why do you stay with him? Ain't there any kind of freedom to your deal?"

"My deal was made to keep me safe from other demons. It... Evolved into what it is now. I stay safe and in return I do as my deal says, no questions. That is what I agreed to. Look, Husker, all I am saying is your leash could be tighter, your chains could be heavier, and you could have far less freedoms than you have now. Don't squander it over someone like Mimzy."

"I just know she is bad news! But he won't listen."

"I know she is bad news too and I admit, I hate her. Every time she shows up she uses him and thinks she has some kind of control over him because he lets her get away with this nonsense."

You sighed and tried to smile at Husker, feeling the wry and strained grin become more of a grimace. It was true that you strongly disliked the woman that only appeared when she needed help and you knew she didn't like you either. Mimzy had obvious feelings for Alastor and she hated the fact that you were close to him when she so desperately wanted to be in your place.

"Husker, I can't say I like you- he doesn't like competition of any kind- but I don't want you killed or hurt. You are a better person than you claim to be and we both know it. Just know that though he doesn't like your tone, he does hear you and your concerns."

"Listen, (y/n), maybe if we talk to Charlie about your deal, she can-"

You sharply stood from where you had been kneeling by his side, already knowing where the conversation was going and not wanting either of you to get hurt by the blowback. If Husker finished his sentence, odds are Alastor would not hesitate to rip his soul to shreds for daring to try and break the deal you had. There was no way you were going to let such a thing happen and that meant you had to make it clear to Husker as well.

"No. I am happy with my deal. I would never say anything to the contrary or try to get out of my deal with Alastor. Besides, I have seen too much and know too much for him to ever let me go peacefully. That level of blood and retribution is far too high a price. Don't suggest it again, Husker, or we will both be in trouble for it. Please, just trust me to-"

The way your voice died in your throat with a slight choke let the demon know you said as much as you could. Though there was more you wished to say, you could feel your own leash tighten in a clear warning and you knew then he had been listening. Odds are, Alastor had been listening to the whole thing and he was not pleased with your attempts to get around his gag order. It was also clear to you that Alastor was likely testing you by letting Husker get as far as he did in his questioning.

A chill ran down your back and you saw your fellow demon's eyes widen as he stared behind you. The clawed hand of the Radio Demon rest on your shoulder, his head leaning over so you could barely see his threatening grin in your peripheral view. You could feel his shadows crawling over your skin and around you as he casually asserted control over both you and Husker.

"Now, now. Whatever could you two possibly be discussing? It wouldn't happen to be about the rules you know you can't discuss, right?"

"Of course not, Alastor. We both know that they aren't my secrets to share even if I wanted to, which I don't. I am simply informing him from one damned soul to another that trying to rile you is a bad idea."

A soft growl could be heard from Alastor and you could feel the slight brush of his antlers against your head as his annoyance grew. As far as you knew, you hadn't said anything to upset him and you had not breached the terms of your contract. But the way his hand tightened on your shoulder told you Alastor was unhappy about something and you were terrified what that would mean for Husker.

"I have told you what to call me many times now, (y/n). I do not appreciate your continued failure to heed my instruction."

It then dawned on you why Alastor was irritated and in some ways it was ridiculous to you. He was upset because you called him Alastor and not a pet name as he had requested. Honestly, you had forgotten entirely about something so trivial, but you also knew Alastor was a stickler for details.

"Dear, I feel there is a time and place for terms of endearment and they have no place in serious discussion."

"That is for me to decide and you to obey. Do not presume such things again, Sugar. Now, what is this about you hating Mimzy?"

"She is only here to try and use you, we all know that. I don't like her casual attempts at controlling you and I know she dislikes me as well."

"I don't care what she thinks of you, it is not her decision if I keep you with me or not. Now, I would hope you know better than to question me, because I doubt you want to spend another half a decade locked away again. Do I make myself clear, Honey?"

"... Yes, Darling."

Alastor was quick to disappear once more into shadow, leaving both you and Husker to stare at one another in silence. You both knew he likely didn't go far and that he was always watching whatever it was you chose to do. With this constant observation in mind, you did your best to keep your actions to a minimum and to keep any backlash from hurting Husker.

"We both know what our place is. It would be best that we don't question it. I'm truly sorry for the pain you feel, Husker, but we made our choices. Be happy your choice gives you some kind of freedom."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed ｡･:*:☆

eren jaeger x reader | wc: 1.2k+ | L’s FOLKLORE event

The snow is barely accumulating on the ground, which correlates with the evening’s weather report you remember dozing off to.

Now, hours after falling asleep, you stand outside of the 24 hour convenience store down the street from your home. You’d taken the walk after waking in the middle of the night with a strong craving for sour candy—letting your stomach get the best of you, the decision to make the trip was easy.

You’d been searching the candy aisle for any sort of relief packaged into a neon colored gummy, but all you found was your ex-boyfriend. Energy drink and a pack of cigs in one hand, paired with a lousy choice of chocolate bar in the other.

How fitting.

It’s a small world. Really, you think it should be bigger.

After an awkward run in at 3:24am and no candy purchase on your end, the two of you stand outside of the store’s front. The fluorescent signs from the decorated windows illuminate Eren’s profile when he finally clears his throat.

“We sure were something though, huh?” was his weak attempt at segueing into the casual concept of your failed relationship. There was no way around the conversation, but also no point in rehashing the past.

“We were,” you weakly agree, sincere and transparent, though Eren isn't too sure if you mean it in the same way he does.

He continues, searching for validation disguised as clarification.

“I’d like to think we were good for each other. For a little bit, anyway,” he trails off towards the end, grasping at straws to get you to agree with him.

Your blunt responses says so little and so much at the same time.

“A little bit,” you parrot back with a shrug.

His increasing grip on the candy bar in his pocket builds, causing him to snap the chocolate in half through its packaging.

Eren’s not exactly sure why, but he’s angry with how little you seem to be affected by all of this. He’s being vulnerable, airing out all of your relationship’s dirty laundry, and yet you still seem so blase about the whole thing. He finds his anger fueling his bravery as he speaks before thinking.

“Do you miss it?” is what crawls from his throat, but you know him well enough to know what he’s truly asking.

Do you miss me?

Eren doesn’t know what you’ll answer will be, whether it will be a yes or a no or something in between—but he’s sure that it’s going to burn him. Leave his heart sinking and skin on fire as you deliver it devoid of any emotion.

When you exhale, he can see your breath. A small, sick part of him wants to bottle it in a jar and keep it as a souvenir. As a reminder that you were once in an arm’s reach of him.

“I think I miss what I thought it was.”

He was right, your response does sting. It hurts so badly that he finds himself lighting a cigarette to busy his hands from permanently engraining nail shaped crescents into his palms.

Unable to roll over and die, he finds himself pressing, “What does that mean?”

He watches you pause with a sigh, taking a moment to find the right words, “The ‘us’ I created in my head. It wasn't actually like that, I just wanted it to be.”

Fuck.

Every one of your responses hurts more than the last, and yet he can’t stop himself from hitting you with question after question. He feels like a fraud, like an addict to your harsh delivery and sullen expression.

He lets a cloud of smoke leave his pursed lips, “Maybe I wanted it to be that way, too.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you shut down his plea, “you didn’t even want me.”

“Of course I did,” he immediately heaves. “I still do,” he’s quick to correct himself.

Your expression doesn't change with his sudden outburst. It remains neutral, almost detached from the conversation as you watch the snow begin to stick and pile up in the store’s parking lot.

“Well, you didn’t show it,” you say and it feels like a conclusion, like an ending, “I didn’t feel it.”

Eren expects you to leave him in that very moment, in every sense of the word. Physically, emotionally, he expects you to vanish.

Instead, your feet remain where they are planted, and you remove the cigarette from his shaky fingers.

He waits for you to stomp it out into the slushy snow below, between the white filled cracks and cervices of the cement, but you don’t. You surprise him by bringing it up to your mouth, taking your own shaky inhale of the nicotine into your lungs. He watches your lips wrap around the bud where his were a few seconds ago, he hates that he sees the act as an indirect kiss.

“Wanna know the worst part?” you exhale with the smoke. It looks exactly like your puff of air did before, but now he knows it to be filled with a heavy poison.

“Not really.”

“I still wanted it to be you,” comes from your lips, unashamed and matter-of-fact.

Eren freezes. “What?”

You hold the cigarette out at an arm’s reach, waiting for him to pluck it from your hand.

He has an itching feeling that this will be the last chance he has to touch you, so he does. Selfishly, Eren lets his hand hover over yours for a moment, before brushing his fingers against yours and slowly removing the stick from their warmth. A fleeting touch, a reminder that you’re still alive and human, still touching and able to be touched.

“Even with the shit-show of it all, I still wanted it to be you,” you retort with a bit of a bite. You hope he understands what you mean, even if only a little bit, “I was still willing to pretend it could be.”

He aches to scream, to grab you and promise into your skin that it could be, it still can be. Instead, he remains where he stands, feet now being covered in tiny flurries of snow that turn to water on his boots.

Eren coughs before uttering the inevitable, “We could try again, y’know.”

He expects the snow to stop falling around you at his confession, expects the world to stop spinning and the stars to drop from the sky like fallen marbles. He expects you to scoff, to spit on him for assuming something so naive. He expects resistance, anger, anything.

Yet somehow, the silence that he’s met with is actually worse than all of his potential fears.

“Now that we’re actually communicating this shit, we can be adults about it,” he tries to reason with your silence, “we’ve grown since then.”

He turns to you, looking at you for the first time since you’ve been outside. You looked different underneath the warm and flickering convenience store lighting—softer, weary, a bit small. Now, beneath the midnight sky and littered in melting snowflakes, you look sharp, hurt.

“Better late than never, right?” he desperately, pathetically hopes.

You allow yourself to look at him, vision blurred with flakes of damp snow instead of tears for once, and shake your head.

“I really did wish it would’ve been you,” the truth aches your bones like a soreness you can’t rest, “but it’s just not.”

for my dearest @gatoru <3 swifties unite u picked such a good pairing

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren fic #eren jaeger fic #eren drabble #eren jaeger drabble #eren angst #eren jaeger angst #L's FOLKLORE event!

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planetdream · 2 years

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Been stalking your blog for a while now but I finally gotta say it:

I love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for feeding my filthy brain my queen, never stop writing 😭

Speaking of which, what do you think skz's deepest, darkest kinks are? I don't remember if you've done this already but ❤️ I need some taboo boys in my brain

(if you did already fulfill this ask with SKZ then I'd love to hear about TXT or ATEEZ your choice ❤️)

Much love ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

— 🦜Parrot Anon

hii !! i love u too <3 thank you for sending this sweet message <3

and this is very interesting! i've never written taboo kinks (at least not on here lol) other than like...perv stuff so im happy to try :) also sorry if these r like...weird or something i dunno bro lol

warnings; d/s dynamics. potential dark content. mentions of— analplay (gaping + fisting), autofellatio (self-facials), bladder control (piss), branding (knives/graphoerotica), bukakke (gangbang), cnc (blackmail—sharing nudes), double vaginal penetration, lactation

chan — lactation; loves your breast, especially when he gets to suck on your nipples. can and will fall asleep with your nipple in his mouth if you let him. he gets so caught up in the moment, biting and sucking your nipples, he hopes and wishes that just maybe this time you'd start lactating into his mouth, letting him drink it all. that breeding kink he has? mostly bc he wants to get you lactating.

minho — branding; how else is minho going to know that you're his and his only? often thinks about branding you with a knife, etching it into your skin, carving his name into you, or burning it into you. a permanent stamp that your body is his, even if you're no longer together. doesn't want to creep you out, so he just settles for coming inside of you, sucking hickeys onto your skin, and writing degradations against your skin.

changbin — bukakke/gangbang; cannot shake the thought of you on your knees, taking loads of cum on your face. he always imagines that it's him and the others doing it, using you like a whore, and then covering you in their cum. wants to see you eating the cum they give you, licking it off of your skin and the floor. just wants you to be a complete mess.

hyunjin — autofellatio/self-facials; he's never told you this but sometimes when he gets so horny, he thinks of giving himself a blowjob. certainly, his dick is long enough, and he thinks that if he crouches over enough maybe he can draw swift kitten licks to his tip. instead, he chooses to get himself off, angling his cock upward so by the time he cums, it shoots up into his face. and yes, he eats his cum.

jisung — blackmail; he thinks about the scene all the time. perhaps it involves the blackmailer threatening to share the nudes of the victim with others. if he's the blackmailer, he loves the idea of forcing you to your knees, telling you to suck him off or else. or if he's the victim, getting on his knees with tears in his eyes, begging and pleading as he eats you out.

felix — gaping/fisting; felix likes anal play but for some reason, he can't put the words together to explain that he likes gaping. loves it when you use toys on him, and when you take it out, that brief moment when he's wide open for you, just makes him go crazy. wouldn't mind if you stretched him out completely, working your fist inside of his hole. thinks about doing it to you, too.

seungmin — bladder control; doesn't necessarily want to see you pee yourself but he wants to get you to the point. he thinks it's kinda fucked up how much he wants it to be torturous. making you hold it until he says you can go. pressing down onto your pelvic area and telling you that you can pee, laughing when you shake your head no bc you know that if you do, he'll punish you for it.

jeongin — double vaginal penetration; jeongin loves it when he's got you squirming around because he's stretching you out. and he wants to see more of it. fantasizing about you on top of him, reverse cowgirl—if he reached around, slipping his fingers into your cunt with his dick still inside would you beg him for more? would you let him stretch your cunt out even more with his dick and a dildo? just the thought of it makes him cream his pants.

#💌 — mail time #💌 — 🦜#i liked writing this #✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #☁️ — daydream.skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #lee minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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greypetrel · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @melisusthewee, thank you so much! :3

I like Looking hot Ending wars they cannot 🎶 (It's @ndostairlyrium's fault -also hi Ali you're tagged) (it's a cit, if you know the musical let me kiss you on the forehead)

Going on with DadWolf. I like flashbacks, sue me.

Aisling getting kidnapped by all kinds of Hawkes, this time it's Raina. I tried to colour an old sketch. Still not convinced, but they're having fun.

Art nouveau thing that's kind of a secret for now.

Some writing from Monster Fic under the cut, I'm slowly progressing with all the fics.

Tagging: Ali as above, @shivunin @rowanisawriter @zenstrike @salsedinepicta (if you have something!) @scribbledquillz @layalu @daggerbean @rosella-writes (of course ignore the tag if you mind it!)

Dear Aisling, I’m sorry about the Herald. I think no one understood, here, how much it really upset you. I had no idea it was so bad, for once. I will stop it, forgive me if I didn’t really listen. I’m not upset because you’re down there and just working through mails and reports. I am not, really, nor is Leliana, nor is Cullen (even if he’s grumpier than usual). The workload is higher without your physical presence, yes… But I get that the Temple is important. And we did ask a lot of you. I’m not telling you you’re stupid, you’re not. But it would be a little difficult to replace you, particularly because Corypheus is looking for you… I don’t know what to say, Aisling. It’s… It’s late to step back, I think. Just that. I am sorry. I understand the need to throw everything in the gutter, but it is really not a good moment. But you’re not Yvette and I know you don’t need me scolding you. Forgive me. How are you, for real? Beside the dress -it would be nice to know, but please don’t take it as it’s my main goal in writing you! Life here it’s chaotic, but nice. I’m still not really used to the forest and its rhythm, and I do hate how many insects there are. I saw a moth the other day which was… The colour was pretty, but it was the hugest moth I’ve seen. I don’t wish to see another one ever again. But! It’s nice to fall asleep cradled by the sounds of the crickets and the parrots. It reminds me of when I was a child, in our family’s country house. My room had the lightest white curtains who would float in the wind, and I thought they looked like clouds. I miss those times. And swimming in the sea. Have you ever swam in the sea? I don’t remember if I ever asked you. Maybe when this is all over we could all go by the sea and relax. That’s a cute drawing! Is it a pheasant? A hug back, Josephine

(in the intention of the original artist, it was one of the parrots in the Arbor Wilds)

#wip wednesday #dragon age #dragon age advisors #cullen rutherford #leliana #josephine montilyet #dadwolf AU #aisling lavellan #sketch #doodle #writing petrel

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 11 months

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Cap (evil beast who plays with my emotions <3) lore questions for PN!! (unrelated to the thing i'm writing, i just realised i can just, well, ask you about the things i've been wondering about)

obviously if any of this veers off into spoilers territory or would lead to you pointing out something you wish to keep close to your chest, do just say :)

Numero Uno: i don't speak spanish not sure what that is, so we know that Juleka is every cats favourite human friend, is that just because its cute (valid) or is there more to why they flock to her? and does this happen to other miraculous holders? as i may just be forgetting something, apologies, but i don't remember if marinette has spoken about experiencing this as well

2) what was with the crows. tell me please. was it just for the.. i forgot its name- the really fucking cool thing which was amazingly written (metallica moment) or is this a new creature that follows her around due to symbolism or that you just wanted to use to foreshadow Cool Things Dead Ahead, once again, why are the other holders not experiencing this (or is it just 'off screen'?)

3) at the end of the chapter it was very very fast tonal change, civilians don't seem to be taking hawky boy as seriously as they should even those majorly affected, now this is obviously because a) he attacks with the stupidest looking guys b) no consequences due to ladybug and c) even the heroes seem to be content with goofing off, so will there be a tonal shift in public opinion as things become more serious or will that continue to be something they have to wrok against, the fact that as soon as an attack is over all fear of these events seems to dissipate (although we have seen that our core heroes seem to understand the severity of the situation slightly more) or am i being silly and the fast moving on is people posturing to not seem as affected?

4) are they being paid for the work they do...? like, i feel as though they should be and we all know that people like to throw money at things they like to show that affection, so even if it wasn't a government (or i suppose just the mayor) funded thing they would still end up with money from people. wait now i'm creating problems in my head of people pretending to be the heroes online to get money- scrap this one people would scam others if it was a thing <3 i just think it'd be nice if they were financially compensated... i feel like chloe would panic with more money and try to find a charity she likes only to end up making her own for very specific a very specific cause...

5) is there any fun world building things / lore that you want to discuss? i have for sure missed a lot of things i'm curious about this was just off the top of my head as i was musing about panthera, but its always interesting to see dealers choice

(bonus question, do you have specific real cats /designs in mind for minou and parrot? if so show us the beasts, in case you can't tell from the everything about me i like cats and would enjoy that greatly)

Number Hana! (lets learn some korean shall we?) Miraculous holders do indeed attract their animals! It's like a drawn magic thing. The animals aren't per say processed but they have this innate desire to follow and to find interest in the holder. (Marinette has been followed by ladybugs. Bees will follow Chloe soon. And so on and so forth.)

Number Dul! The crows are... lets say Juleka's thing. Not Panthera's thing. Not the cat miraculous's thing. Juleka's thing. Although.. half of those birds are only there cause they recognize and like her in an actual bird way and not a magic way. They hang around Rose's window a lot (both at the hospital and at home) and corvids have amazing memory on who is friend and foe!

Crows and Ravens- they're a sign of bad luck and death. They only started to show up around Panthera very recently. Imagine like, just days before Hero's Day they've started to show up more and more. Juleka finds them a bit, ominous, but is nice to them anyways as respect. Unfortunately this just attracts more birds, poor Adrien's allergies...

Number Set! I would say the in universe answer is more so "A" and just, the underlined layer of spite against Hawkmoth. Paris banded together and won against him, so their confidence is pretty high by the fact they somehow really did scare him off. Only the B Team are also goofing over it as well, though for them there's a slight edge, while our main two LB and PN are the most on edge.

As for the meta answer on why I wrote it like that- I just wanted you guys to have a sorta light reprieve from the angst. Some funny scenes to lighten the suffering I threw you guys into.

Number Net. Chloe's been trying their best to get them money!!!!!!! I can't remember if it's working or not.

Number Daseot. Hmmmmm.. Nothing comes to mind exactly.. I will say to keep an eye out for how I write Fei in the upcoming Shanghai chapters and how she relates to Juleka. Shanghai Special will be setting up some.. themes for Season 3. That's all.

(I got nothing on Minou he was just always a blobby void cat born from my mind. Parrot was designed a bit after my Nephew who is a cat and also the tiktok cat Reznor!)

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

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lovelessmotel · 1 year

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kinktober day 29- body worship

notes: oh boy, im really happy with this one! au where buck has a fucking couch to make writing easier, sort of drunk sex, friends with benefits, the whole nine yards!! tagging some folks who were looking forward to this one <3

“I’m a good looking guy right?”

It’s the first thing Eddie’s said in the last five minutes, the two men sitting on Buck’s couch in the living room. They’re both a few beers in, and Buck feels happily buzzed, a gentle warmth in his limbs.

He nods. “Oh yeah man, for sure.”

Eddie puts a hand over his chest; self affirming. “Yeah like- I’m a handsome guy.”

“Totally like-“

“-yeah totally.”

They both take another long pull of their beers.

“And like, you’re a good looking guy too.”

Buck smirks. “Yeah that’s what they all say.”

“No-no-“ Eddie pauses, puts a hand over his mouth and burps. “I’m serious, I'm serious. Like we’re both good looking guys! And you know I don’t think it's crazy for two good looking guys to consider…” Eddie gestures between the two of them. “Ya know. Hooking up.”

Hmm. Well that is. New.

Except maybe it’s not, because they just spent a better part of the night discussing the last time Eddie had gotten laid. It had been a while. Buck on the same hand, hadn’t been with anyone since he had broken up with Taylor.

“Hooking up,” Buck parrots back.

“Yeah and like, okay.” Eddie shifts on the couch to fully face Buck, his arm resting on the back of it. “I know you don’t do the casual thing anymore. And I know you’re focusing on yourself right now…but it’s not like I’m a stranger. So if you wanted to just. I don’t know-” His face scrunches for a moment as he thinks on it. “-blow off some steam.”

That would be…nice, Buck thinks. He has to admit to himself, it’s not the first time he’s ever considered the idea of sex with Eddie. Not that he would say it outloud, but he’s straddling the delicate line between tipsy and drunk that makes everything seem like a good idea.

Not that he’d need to be drunk to have sex with Eddie, god no. He would fuck Eddie while stone cold sober on a Tuesday afternoon. It’s just that sometimes it’s easier to say your inner thoughts out loud when you’ve got two and a half beers in you.

“Are you proposing like uh, friends with benefits type deal?”

Eddie purses his lips. “Is being my friend not beneficial enough?” Buck rolls his eyes, and Eddie just laughs, shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry. Yeah Buck, that’s what I’m suggesting.”

“But would that uhm, I don’t know.” Buck finishes off his beer, setting it on the table in front of him. “Make things weird? You’re kind of my best friend, man.”

He tacks ‘man’ onto the end of the sentence, like that helps with the fact that they’re discussing having sex with one another.

Eddie shrugs, and Buck feels the motion, and realizes how close they’ve ended up sitting together.

“Doesn’t have to be weird. Like I said, just friends blowing off steam.”

Buck considers it for another long moment. Maybe too long, maybe not long enough. What is the appropriate amount of time to consider fucking your best friend?

“Ok, yeah.” Eddie’s sweet responding smile already kinda makes the whole thing worth it. “Let’s hook up.”

“Are there any uh, rules?”

Eddie makes a face, clearly confused. They’ve made it up to the loft, which Buck isn’t quite sure how they managed since he swears Eddie was trying to kiss him to death in the living room. He can’t remember the last time he’d been kissed like someone wanted to get under his skin, but here his best friend was, doing exactly that.

“What sort of rules?”

Buck shrugs, suddenly embarrassed, looking off towards the corner of the room. “Just when Taylor and I did this-the just hooking up thing-”

Eddie growls, honest to god growls when he hears Taylors name, and he shoves Buck back to lie on the bed. Buck would laugh about how Eddie gets all prickly over the mention of his ex, except he’s too turned on to do so.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not her, yeah?”

The next bits are sort of a blur, and it’s not because of the beer, Buck swears, it’s just that Eddie’s tearing off both their shirts and pants with such ferocity that he wouldn’t be surprised if seams were ripped.

Eddie makes his way down Buck’s chest, kisses that feel searing. He bites at the skin just under Buck’s pectoral, licking at it with his tongue. He does it a few more times, enough to leave Buck squirming, and once he’s satisfied with the blooming purple color of the skin, he moves down towards Buck’s stomach.

“So strong….so soft,” mumbles Eddie, placing kisses around Buck’s navel. He nuzzles against the hair there, and there’s no way he can’t feel Buck’s hard dick pressing against his underwear.

“Eddie, need you to-”

“Shhhh,” Eddie whispers, effectively quieting Buck. “Taking my time.”

It feels a little like worship honestly, the way Eddie painstakingly pays attention to Buck’s body, the kisses around his hip bones, the electrifying sink of his teeth into the softness of Buck’s stomach. It’s got Buck incredibly fucking turned on, so it’s a relief once Eddie pulls down his boxers and tosses them aside, taking in the full view in front of him.

He doesn’t say anything, just plants his hands on Buck’s thighs and squeezes, clearly pleased with himself when he sees Buck’s dick twitch. Buck’s breathing heavy at this point, hands digging into the sheets because Eddie’s seriously going to need to touch him soon.

“Fuck, your thighs…” Eddie trails off, gaze a little glazed over as he looks up and down Buck’s nude body. “I know I tease you about all that working out you do but now I’m kinda getting it.”

Buck wiggles his hips, growing impatient. “Ya know, when I agreed to hooking up, I thought that meant there’d be sex involved.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, hand trailing from Buck’s thigh over to his cock, squeezing lightly at the base. “Don’t be a jerk.” He squeezes again, and it makes Buck groan this time.

“Not a jerk, just horny.”

Eddie takes pity on him, hand moving up and down, collecting slick at the tip to aid his movements, humming in satisfaction when Buck starts to breathe a little faster.

“That good?”

Buck nods, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Little tighter.” Eddie takes his direction, strong hand moving in exactly the right way. It’s been a while since Buck’s hand anything besides his own hand, and Eddie’s ticking all the right boxes.

Eddie lets out another hum, languidly jerking Buck off as he kneels between his legs.

“You look real good like this Buck. Real fucking nice.”

Eddie’s bedroom voice is low and warm, like smooth whiskey that sits on the top shelf. It simmers through Buck’s veins and makes his breathing pick up, again, mouth hanging open now as he gulps for air.

“You gonna cum on that pretty stomach of yours?”

Buck moans, cause holy shit Eddie what the hell, he’ll do just about anything Eddie says if he keeps talking like that.

Never in his life has someone called his body ‘pretty’, especially not during a hook-up, but Buck thinks that’s something he could get used to.

Eddie squeezes hard, waiting for his answer, and Buck’s breathy “uh-huh” clearly has Eddie feeling smug.

“Go ahead then. Wanna see it.”

Eddie’s free hand moves up to Buck’s stomach, groping at the skin, dragging his nails up and down leaving little red lines.

It’s the slick pull on Buck’s dick and a final scratch of nails against his hip bone that sets him off, muscles tensing as his orgasm ripples down his spine and makes his eyes squeeze shut. After a few more gentle tugs Eddie wipes his hand on the sheets, his other hand still on Buck’s stomach with no intention of letting go.

It takes Buck a moment to come back to reality, but when he does he pulls Eddie down on the bed with him, the two lying next to each other as Buck thanks him wordlessly with a messy kiss.

After a moment, Buck pulls away, his eyes trailing their own path down Eddie’s body.

He thinks it’s his turn to give a little worship.

(tagging: @honestlydarkprincess @evanbuckleys @bigfootsmom )

#buddie #kinktober

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grasshopperdoingdogpaddle · 2 years

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Remember that jack Spicer wasn't even stupid enough to fall for Hannibal's trick and let him out it was the monk's who let Hannibal out when Hannibal was pretending to be Jack.

If you’re true evil, you know what to do.

Uh… can you give me a hint?

Just open the cage and let me out, you twit!

It's pretty interesting. I know they couldn't show the exact refusal because it was supposed to be a twist, but I still wish we could have seen why and how Jack refused.

Hannibal knew his deepest fears, Hannibal was offering Jack Shen Gong Wu, and most importantly, Hannibal Roy Bean was one of Jack's biggest idols. Jack was fanboying about how he wanted to be as evil as Hannibal. Hannibal claimed that he could get him there, and also implied that Jack was so barely evil that Jack would never reach those heights on villainy on his own.

So it strikes me as a pretty impressive moment that Jack was able to walk away from all that.

It says a lot about how, despite Hannibal being excellent at reading others and seeing straight through them, he lacks the charisma to actually get others to do as he says. Not without an extra push, at least. But it also could've said something about Jack himself, too.

Could've been the start set up an interesting character arc for him if season 3 wasn't so disinterested in building up or exploring most of the show's cast with any depth or focus. Almost all the characters in season 3 were pretty sadly lobotomized to streamline the story they wanted to tell. We just get a comic scene of Jack tripping over his words trying to explain that he never let himself-- or rather, him, not him, Bean, not Jack-- out. It really speeds past that Jack made the smart decision and didn't let Hannibal out, despite having plenty of reasons to.

Did Jack walk away and refuse because, for once, he wasn't going to let someone who he idolized and fanboyed over talk down to him like that? Was he sick of letting other villains pull him around, especially after even his own parrot tried to do it?

Did he refuse because Jack knew Hannibal couldn't be trusted?

Did Jack refuse because he wanted to prove that he could be big and bad without begging Hannibal for help, especially after Jack and Wuya's team more or less broke up before this point?

Was Jack just plain scared and noped out of there because he saw the writing on the wall and didn't see any good that could come out of this for him?

Maybe Jack himself doesn't even know why didn't take the deal.

Seeing him come to the conclusion or having him just say why he did (or why he thinks he did) would have given us some rare insight. What a missed opportunity there.

#Jack Spicer #Xiaolin Showdown #Hannibal Roy Bean #anonymous

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welldonebeca · 2 days

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Baby Jack's The Boy (3)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feel like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet. Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel. WC: 2.7k words Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Canon.

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Things changed a little at home after that.

Well, with Castiel, things didn’t quite change. He was still his father, still papa, but now he was a little more affectionate with them now - he asked about Jack’s emotions and how he felt, be it about things or just his day - and he liked that.

Dean was still the same, honestly. He played with him when he was tiny and hung out with him when he was bigger, and it was a little surprising sometimes - Jack didn’t even know he was this good with kids until he showed it, and they had so much fun when they played!

And Sam… well, Sam loved being a father. He liked being with him when he was little as much as he enjoyed being with him when he was big, but had so much fun!

Once, Dean said Sam was becoming more mummy than daddy, but Jack didn't quite understand that.

But he was so happy!

A knock on his door woke him up, and Jack felt the heaviness of his blanket just as papa walked inside.

"Oh, good morning, my angel," he hummed as he rubbed his eyes, sleepy.

Oh, he thought as he stretched on the bed. He was small!

"Did you sleep well?" papa asked, rubbing his belly, helping him sit up.

Jack thought for a moment. He vaguely remembered a nightmare - maybe that was why he was small now - but it was gone now.

"Hungry, papa," he said instead.

Papa laughed, looking so happy.

"Alright," he picked him up, and Jack put his arms around his neck. "Let's go then. Maybe we'll get you some cookie crunch?"

He beamed.

Oh, Jack loved cookie crunch!

Once they got to the kitchen, Jack could smell bacon and eggs, where uncle Dean was cooking and singing by the stove.

"Oh, hey there, little guy," he called when he noticed him.

"Jack?" daddy looked up from his phone, and beamed the moment he saw him. "Baby!"

He hurried over and scooped him from Papa's arm, making him squeal.

"Daddy!"

Daddy lifted him up above his head, and Jack laughed at being so high up - Daddy was so tall! - before he settled him in his arms, holding him close and kissing him all over his face.

“Good morning, my baby!” he exclaimed, but frowned once he looked at his clothes. “Cas, why didn’t you take him out of his pyjamas?"

Papa looked very confused.

“Jack likes his pyjamas," he answered simply, shrugging.

Uncle Dean chuckled.

“Oh, boy, here comes mother hen," he shook his head.

Jack looked down at his dino pj's. Did daddy not like dinosaurs?

"It’s not good for him,” daddy spoke, all orderly as if quoting one of his books. “Getting him out of his pyjamas will give him a healthy mindset, ready to start the day."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"You can get him all dressed up later, Sammy. It’s breakfast time!”

Jack clapped. Yes, yes. Breakfast!

“Now, Jack, you want your eggs scrambled?" he offered him.

He shook his head.

"Cookie crunch!" he happily announced instead.

Uncle Dean shrugged, just walking to the cabinet and pulling the box from inside.

"Dean-" daddy started protesting.

"Oh, don't go crazy, Sam," his brother interrupted him. "It's cereal."

Jack frowned, and daddy held him close.

"It is packed full of sugar," he petted Jack's hair and then looked at his face. "Sweetheart, why not try some of daddy's omelette?"

He looked at his plate.

It looked gross.

Big Jack liked omelettes.

But baby Jack wasn't big!

He squirmed.

"Cookie crunch," he whined, reaching for uncle Dean to try and get the box.

Daddy sighed as his brother poured him his cereal.

"Only a little bit," he tried to argue.

Jack slapped the table.

"Cookie crunch!" he parroted again. "And a-mount milk!"

He really liked almond milk.

"Well, you got the kid out of dairy at least," uncle Dean chuckled.

He sat down, placing his plate beside his cereal, and sat down, pulling him to his lap.

Jack wouldn't have minded sitting on the chair, but the table was too high for him.

Things calmed down while they ate, and all three men talked over him, chatting about big boy stuff, and Jack wasn't even paying attention until he heard uncle Dean beaming, excited.

"Oh, guess what?" he asked, sounding excited. "That new hatcher man reboot is streaming! Gonna finally watch it in the Dean gave."

Jack perked up.

Uncle Dean had told him about those films! It was all fake, from the blood to even the words they said.

"I wanna see too," he declared, whining.

They all looked at him, and uncle Dean's eyes widened.

"Uh, Jack," he spoke softly. "It's not exactly a movie for kids."

He frowned, pouting.

"But I'm a big boy!" he tried to insist, rubbing off the cookie crumbs from his chin. "I can watch it!"

Papa looked at him.

"Jack, that movie is not appropriate for the age of your headspace," he tried to explain. "While at this age, you are susceptible to emotions and panic of the unknown.”

Jack just stared at him, clinking, confused. Why did papa say so many big words?

"I mean, you cried when we put Marvin in the wash," uncle Dean pointed out.

He frowned. What did that have to do with anything?

"He wanted a bubble bath!" he argued in a huff. "Not a swirly one!"

His uncle just chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

Jack pouted, but continued to eat his cereal. He would watch the film with him because he could be a big boy! He didn't have to be little all the time!

“Well, speaking of plans,” daddy cleared his throat. “Jack, Castiel and I were talking, and noticed we need to buy you a few things.”

He looked at them, confused.

"More cookie crunch?" he asked.

What did he even need?

All three adults laughed.

"No, my angel," papa took his hand. "We were thinking different things. A high chair for you, maybe a stroller..."

"A car seat," Sam added.

He frowned.

Did he need a car seat?

The offers made him flush, though.

Those were all little things.

"I can sit in the car," he tried to say, spoon still in his mouth.

He had never been small outside of the bunker.

Sam reached for him, caressing his cheek.

"But it would be comfortable to have a seat for you, wouldn't it?" daddy offered.

Jack hesitated, and he petted his hair.

"We can just look," he assured him. "We don't have to buy anything you don't want."

He grabbed his fingers, unsure.

"Can we leave if I don't like it?" he asked.

"Of course, baby," daddy assured him.

Jack nodded slowly. Alright.

"Okay," he decided. "We can go."

Daddy smiled.

"Alright, let's finish eating and then we can get ready."

They did, and Jack had his stomach full when daddy took him back to his room and looked through his clothes to pick out an outfit.

"Oh, you would look so cute in your overalls today," he suggested.

Daddy always got him so many nice clothes! And he loved to dress him in overalls.

Jack clapped, getting excited, approving daddy's choice, and he was just getting him ready when papa showing him his dino backpack.

"I picked some books for Jack to read in the car," he announced.

He ran over to his papa, taking his hand tightly in his, excited.

"Are you ready, little prince?" daddy offered him his other hand.

Jen raised his arm high. Daddy and papa were so tall!

They drove in baby with Jack on daddy's lap while papa drove, and he even got to read his favourite book, Little Prince - just like daddy called him! - and he looked out the window when they reached a place called target.

Daddy looked very giddy when he placed him in the car seat to relax as they got inside, and he looked around, all curious.

Papa stayed right by his side, holding his side as daddy took them to the children's section.

"Look, Jack," papa pointed at a shelf. "They got so many books."

His eyes widened. They did!

"Like a library!" he gasped.

Jack loved going to the library, it was his favourite place!

There was a passing giggle near him, and Jack hid behind papa's hand when he noticed a mum walking by them, trying not to feel embarrassed.

He was just a little boy, but this was so strange!

She parked beside their cart with her own, and Jack suddenly realised daddy wasn't with them, but in another aisle.

"Is he yours?" she asked, looking at papa with weird eyes.

Jack huffed, wanting her to go away.

"Yes, he is," papa answered simply, still looking at him, and brushed his hair into place while she continued to look at him.

She looked hungry. Maybe she needed a snack?

"Well, he looks just like you," she affirmed.

Jack dug through his backpack. Yes, she looked hungry.

"Well, his mother must be lucky to have such handsome boys around," she complimented them.

Papa didn't even look at her, but Jack could see a little bit of sadness on his face.

"His mother died in childbirth."

Jack pulled a banana from inside, probably placed by daddy.

The woman looked very shocked at papa's answer, and Jack showed her the banana. It wasn't too big - he didn't have a lot of space in his backpack with his books inside - but they were big enough for his hand!

"You look hungry," he told her.

She blushed deeply.

"Thank you for sharing, Jack," papa squeezed his hand, taking the banana and giving it to her.

Jack smiled, and then looked at where daddy was calling them with a hand wave.

"Look, papa," he tugged in his sleeve. "Daddy."

Papa nodded.

"Excuse me."

He pushed them away, leaving the woman behind, and Jack was happy when daddy scooped him up.

He tickled his belly a little bit, and he giggled.

"Guess what I just found?" he kissed his cheeks. "Check this out, Cas."

He carried him over and Jack's mouth fell open in surprise when he saw the many, many, many strollers.

"I'm trying to pick between those two," he showed them a big blue one and a red one. "This one has a lot of space, but this one is a bit more simple, which we could use to take Jack around town."

Jack frowned. They all looked the same.

"Oh, and this one," he pointed at a green one. "It is also a car seat, which is perfect for the roadtrips."

"They all look the same," papa shrugged.

Daddy rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Well, then which one do you like, Jack?" he asked.

Daddy put him on the floor.

Well, he didn't like red, it was too angry of a colour. Jack liked blue, though, it made him think of the colour of papa's eyes.

Oh, but green was the colour of daddy's eyes AND of dinosaurs.

"Green!" he decided.

Daddy looked a little surprised when Jack turned to him.

"That was fast," he remarked.

Papa picked the stroller box into their cart.

"We still need a high chair," papa reminded them.

Daddy lifted him, sitting him on his shoulders, and held onto his hair.

He could see the hungry lady looking at them, a little upset, but didn't pay any attention. She was so weird.

"Daddy?" he called as they walked.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why do you like baby shopping?"

"Well, I like shopping for you," he told him. "When I was a boy, I didn't have anything. Not even a high chair or a stroller... so I want to spoil you, baby."

Jack thought a little, holding daddy.

Oh. That was sad.

"You can buy me anything you want, daddy," he told him.

Daddy chuckled.

"As long as you are happy, baby, I don't mind," he assured him.

Jack smiled, and daddy gasped.

"Jack, look," he lifted him, carrying him in his arms, so Jack could see.

So many high chairs!

"Look, they have a dinosaur one!" he pointed at it.

His eyes grew, and Jack squeaked, all excited.

"Can I have it?" he asked. "Please, please, please?"

Daddy smiled.

"Of course, baby!" he affirmed, putting him on the floor and taking the box, putting it in the cart too.

Jack looked around, confused. Where was papa?

"Daddy?" he asked. "Where is papa?"

He seemed to realise it then, and picked Jack up.

"Let's look for him, little prince," he put him on his shoulders. "Can you use your high spot to do it?"

Jack squinted his eyes to look. Had the hungry lady caught him? He didn't know if they had any more bananas.

He covered his eyes a little and looked past the walls.

"There!" he pointed. "Behind the wall, daddy."

Daddy put him in the cart, quickly pushing it to get where papa was, and he frowned when he realised the hungry lady was right by his side.

"I noticed you have no ring on your finger," he heard her saying.

"I don't typically care for jewellery," papa said simply.

Jack looked up at Sam, hoping daddy could get the lady to go away, but stopped when he realised he looked a little mad. Well, not mad, but like how daddy looked whenever uncle Dean took his leftovers or sat on "the good spot on the couch".

He started pushing the cart quickly.

"Hey, Cas," daddy called from afar, and then stopped at his side, grabbing his arm. "There you are, angel. Come on, let's get going."

Papa looked confused, and the hungry lady had a strange expression on her face, which made Jack giggle as they left her behind.

They got to the register, and Jack waited as they prepared to pay for everything.

"Cas, what were you even doing?" daddy asked as he put the boxes in the rolling thing.

Papa looked at Jack and showed him what he had in his hand.

A stuffed dog!

It was all yellow and so fluffy!

"Papa, it’s a golden retriever!" he realised.

"When you were saying to Jack about how little you had, I remembered the stuffed dog you had in your youth," he explained to daddy.

Daddy looked stunned.

"You... wait, how did you know that?"

Papa shrugged.

"I know many things about you and your brother," he said, and then frowned. "Wait...that came out wrong. I can put it back if you'd -"

"No," daddy stopped him, blushing pink. "You don't have to. I mean, if Jack wants it then... you know."

Daddy showed it to him, and Jack quickly grabbed it, putting it with the boxes. Of course he wanted it!

"Thank you, Cas," daddy smiled. "It is very thoughtful."

Papa's face went pink too, and the lady worker cleared her throat when they just stayed in silence, looking at one another.

"Is that all?" she asked.

Papa and daddy looked away, all embarrassed, and Jack held his arms out to the lady.

"Uh, yes," daddy pulled his wallet from his pocket. "Thank you."

"Puppy?" he asked.

The tired lady smiled as she handed him the puppy.

"What are you going to call him?" she asked, all sweet.

Jack looked at the puppy's round eyes, trying to think.

"What about bones?" daddy suggested. "That's what I called my puppy."

His eyes grew.

"Oh, yes yes," he agreed. "I like bones."

He jumped happily in the cart while they wheeled it into the car, and giggled when daddy and papa tried to fix the big boxes into Baby.

When they all cramped inside, Jack sat on papa's lap for what might be the last time in the car.

"See?" daddy said, turning the car as Jack nuzzled into bones.

"Not that bad," he giggled.

"Of course, that strange woman was confusing," papa wondered, looking at his own hand for a moment, and Jack did the same. "What is her fascination with rings?"

Daddy cleared his throat.

"Cas, buddy, you really gotta learn hints."

Jack cuddled with his puppy, laying on papa's chest. Today was a big day, they did a lot of things. Maybe he could take a nap, so papa could carry him inside.

Things changed a little at home after that.

And Sam… well, Sam loved being a father. He liked being with him when he was little as much as he enjoyed being with him when he was big, but had so much fun!

Once, Dean said Sam was becoming more mummy than daddy, but Jack didn't quite understand that.

But he was so happy!

A knock on his door woke him up, and Jack felt the heaviness of his blanket just as papa walked inside.

"Oh, good morning, my angel," he hummed as he rubbed his eyes, sleepy.

Oh, he thought as he stretched on the bed. He was small!

"Did you sleep well?" papa asked, rubbing his belly, helping him sit up.

Jack thought for a moment. He vaguely remembered a nightmare - maybe that was why he was small now - but it was gone now.

"Hungry, papa," he said instead.

Papa laughed, looking so happy.

"Alright," he picked him up, and Jack put his arms around his neck. "Let's go then. Maybe we'll get you some cookie crunch?"

He beamed.

Oh, Jack loved cookie crunch!

Once they got to the kitchen, Jack could smell bacon and eggs, where uncle Dean was cooking and singing by the stove.

"Oh, hey there, little guy," he called when he noticed him.

"Jack?" daddy looked up from his phone, and beamed the moment he saw him. "Baby!"

He hurried over and scooped him from Papa's arm, making him squeal.

"Daddy!"

Daddy lifted him up above his head, and Jack laughed at being so high up - Daddy was so tall! - before he settled him in his arms, holding him close and kissing him all over his face.

“Good morning, my baby!” he exclaimed, but frowned once he looked at his clothes. “Cas, why didn’t you take him out of his pyjamas?"

Papa looked very confused.

“Jack likes his pyjamas," he answered simply, shrugging.

Uncle Dean chuckled.

“Oh, boy, here comes mother hen," he shook his head.

Jack looked down at his dino pj's. Did daddy not like dinosaurs?

"It’s not good for him,” daddy spoke, all orderly as if quoting one of his books. “Getting him out of his pyjamas will give him a healthy mindset, ready to start the day."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"You can get him all dressed up later, Sammy. It’s breakfast time!”

Jack clapped. Yes, yes. Breakfast!

“Now, Jack, you want your eggs scrambled?" he offered him.

He shook his head.

"Cookie crunch!" he happily announced instead.

Uncle Dean shrugged, just walking to the cabinet and pulling the box from inside.

"Dean-" daddy started protesting.

"Oh, don't go crazy, Sam," his brother interrupted him. "It's cereal."

Jack frowned, and daddy held him close.

"It is packed full of sugar," he petted Jack's hair and then looked at his face. "Sweetheart, why not try some of daddy's omelette?"

He looked at his plate.

It looked gross.

Big Jack liked omelettes.

But baby Jack wasn't big!

He squirmed.

"Cookie crunch," he whined, reaching for uncle Dean to try and get the box.

Daddy sighed as his brother poured him his cereal.

"Only a little bit," he tried to argue.

Jack slapped the table.

"Cookie crunch!" he parroted again. "And a-mount milk!"

He really liked almond milk.

"Well, you got the kid out of dairy at least," uncle Dean chuckled.

He sat down, placing his plate beside his cereal, and sat down, pulling him to his lap.

Jack wouldn't have minded sitting on the chair, but the table was too high for him.

Things calmed down while they ate, and all three men talked over him, chatting about big boy stuff, and Jack wasn't even paying attention until he heard uncle Dean beaming, excited.

"Oh, guess what?" he asked, sounding excited. "That new hatcher man reboot is streaming! Gonna finally watch it in the Dean gave."

Jack perked up.

Uncle Dean had told him about those films! It was all fake, from the blood to even the words they said.

"I wanna see too," he declared, whining.

They all looked at him, and uncle Dean's eyes widened.

"Uh, Jack," he spoke softly. "It's not exactly a movie for kids."

He frowned, pouting.

"But I'm a big boy!" he tried to insist, rubbing off the cookie crumbs from his chin. "I can watch it!"

Papa looked at him.

"Jack, that movie is not appropriate for the age of your headspace," he tried to explain. "While at this age, you are susceptible to emotions and panic of the unknown.”

Jack just stared at him, clinking, confused. Why did papa say so many big words?

"I mean, you cried when we put Marvin in the wash," uncle Dean pointed out.

He frowned. What did that have to do with anything?

"He wanted a bubble bath!" he argued in a huff. "Not a swirly one!"

His uncle just chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

Jack pouted, but continued to eat his cereal. He would watch the film with him because he could be a big boy! He didn't have to be little all the time!

“Well, speaking of plans,” daddy cleared his throat. “Jack, Castiel and I were talking, and noticed we need to buy you a few things.”

He looked at them, confused.

"More cookie crunch?" he asked.

What did he even need?

All three adults laughed.

"No, my angel," papa took his hand. "We were thinking different things. A high chair for you, maybe a stroller..."

"A car seat," Sam added.

He frowned.

Did he need a car seat?

The offers made him flush, though.

Those were all little things.

"I can sit in the car," he tried to say, spoon still in his mouth.

He had never been small outside of the bunker.

Sam reached for him, caressing his cheek.

"But it would be comfortable to have a seat for you, wouldn't it?" daddy offered.

Jack hesitated, and he petted his hair.

"We can just look," he assured him. "We don't have to buy anything you don't want."

He grabbed his fingers, unsure.

"Can we leave if I don't like it?" he asked.

"Of course, baby," daddy assured him.

Jack nodded slowly. Alright.

"Okay," he decided. "We can go."

Daddy smiled.

"Alright, let's finish eating and then we can get ready."

They did, and Jack had his stomach full when daddy took him back to his room and looked through his clothes to pick out an outfit.

"Oh, you would look so cute in your overalls today," he suggested.

Daddy always got him so many nice clothes! And he loved to dress him in overalls.

Jack clapped, getting excited, approving daddy's choice, and he was just getting him ready when papa showing him his dino backpack.

"I picked some books for Jack to read in the car," he announced.

He ran over to his papa, taking his hand tightly in his, excited.

"Are you ready, little prince?" daddy offered him his other hand.

Jen raised his arm high. Daddy and papa were so tall!

Daddy looked very giddy when he placed him in the car seat to relax as they got inside, and he looked around, all curious.

Papa stayed right by his side, holding his side as daddy took them to the children's section.

"Look, Jack," papa pointed at a shelf. "They got so many books."

His eyes widened. They did!

"Like a library!" he gasped.

Jack loved going to the library, it was his favourite place!

There was a passing giggle near him, and Jack hid behind papa's hand when he noticed a mum walking by them, trying not to feel embarrassed.

He was just a little boy, but this was so strange!

She parked beside their cart with her own, and Jack suddenly realised daddy wasn't with them, but in another aisle.

"Is he yours?" she asked, looking at papa with weird eyes.

Jack huffed, wanting her to go away.

"Yes, he is," papa answered simply, still looking at him, and brushed his hair into place while she continued to look at him.

She looked hungry. Maybe she needed a snack?

"Well, he looks just like you," she affirmed.

Jack dug through his backpack. Yes, she looked hungry.

"Well, his mother must be lucky to have such handsome boys around," she complimented them.

Papa didn't even look at her, but Jack could see a little bit of sadness on his face.

"His mother died in childbirth."

Jack pulled a banana from inside, probably placed by daddy.

"You look hungry," he told her.

She blushed deeply.

"Thank you for sharing, Jack," papa squeezed his hand, taking the banana and giving it to her.

Jack smiled, and then looked at where daddy was calling them with a hand wave.

"Look, papa," he tugged in his sleeve. "Daddy."

Papa nodded.

"Excuse me."

He pushed them away, leaving the woman behind, and Jack was happy when daddy scooped him up.

He tickled his belly a little bit, and he giggled.

"Guess what I just found?" he kissed his cheeks. "Check this out, Cas."

He carried him over and Jack's mouth fell open in surprise when he saw the many, many, many strollers.

"I'm trying to pick between those two," he showed them a big blue one and a red one. "This one has a lot of space, but this one is a bit more simple, which we could use to take Jack around town."

Jack frowned. They all looked the same.

"Oh, and this one," he pointed at a green one. "It is also a car seat, which is perfect for the roadtrips."

"They all look the same," papa shrugged.

Daddy rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Well, then which one do you like, Jack?" he asked.

Daddy put him on the floor.

Well, he didn't like red, it was too angry of a colour. Jack liked blue, though, it made him think of the colour of papa's eyes.

Oh, but green was the colour of daddy's eyes AND of dinosaurs.

"Green!" he decided.

Daddy looked a little surprised when Jack turned to him.

"That was fast," he remarked.

Papa picked the stroller box into their cart.

"We still need a high chair," papa reminded them.

Daddy lifted him, sitting him on his shoulders, and held onto his hair.

He could see the hungry lady looking at them, a little upset, but didn't pay any attention. She was so weird.

"Daddy?" he called as they walked.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why do you like baby shopping?"

"Well, I like shopping for you," he told him. "When I was a boy, I didn't have anything. Not even a high chair or a stroller... so I want to spoil you, baby."

Jack thought a little, holding daddy.

Oh. That was sad.

"You can buy me anything you want, daddy," he told him.

Daddy chuckled.

"As long as you are happy, baby, I don't mind," he assured him.

Jack smiled, and daddy gasped.

"Jack, look," he lifted him, carrying him in his arms, so Jack could see.

So many high chairs!

"Look, they have a dinosaur one!" he pointed at it.

His eyes grew, and Jack squeaked, all excited.

"Can I have it?" he asked. "Please, please, please?"

Daddy smiled.

"Of course, baby!" he affirmed, putting him on the floor and taking the box, putting it in the cart too.

Jack looked around, confused. Where was papa?

"Daddy?" he asked. "Where is papa?"

He seemed to realise it then, and picked Jack up.

"Let's look for him, little prince," he put him on his shoulders. "Can you use your high spot to do it?"

Jack squinted his eyes to look. Had the hungry lady caught him? He didn't know if they had any more bananas.

He covered his eyes a little and looked past the walls.

"There!" he pointed. "Behind the wall, daddy."

Daddy put him in the cart, quickly pushing it to get where papa was, and he frowned when he realised the hungry lady was right by his side.

"I noticed you have no ring on your finger," he heard her saying.

"I don't typically care for jewellery," papa said simply.

He started pushing the cart quickly.

"Hey, Cas," daddy called from afar, and then stopped at his side, grabbing his arm. "There you are, angel. Come on, let's get going."

Papa looked confused, and the hungry lady had a strange expression on her face, which made Jack giggle as they left her behind.

They got to the register, and Jack waited as they prepared to pay for everything.

"Cas, what were you even doing?" daddy asked as he put the boxes in the rolling thing.

Papa looked at Jack and showed him what he had in his hand.

A stuffed dog!

It was all yellow and so fluffy!

"Papa, it’s a golden retriever!" he realised.

"When you were saying to Jack about how little you had, I remembered the stuffed dog you had in your youth," he explained to daddy.

Daddy looked stunned.

"You... wait, how did you know that?"

Papa shrugged.

"I know many things about you and your brother," he said, and then frowned. "Wait...that came out wrong. I can put it back if you'd -"

"No," daddy stopped him, blushing pink. "You don't have to. I mean, if Jack wants it then... you know."

Daddy showed it to him, and Jack quickly grabbed it, putting it with the boxes. Of course he wanted it!

"Thank you, Cas," daddy smiled. "It is very thoughtful."

Papa's face went pink too, and the lady worker cleared her throat when they just stayed in silence, looking at one another.

"Is that all?" she asked.

Papa and daddy looked away, all embarrassed, and Jack held his arms out to the lady.

"Uh, yes," daddy pulled his wallet from his pocket. "Thank you."

"Puppy?" he asked.

The tired lady smiled as she handed him the puppy.

"What are you going to call him?" she asked, all sweet.

Jack looked at the puppy's round eyes, trying to think.

"What about bones?" daddy suggested. "That's what I called my puppy."

His eyes grew.

"Oh, yes yes," he agreed. "I like bones."

He jumped happily in the cart while they wheeled it into the car, and giggled when daddy and papa tried to fix the big boxes into Baby.

When they all cramped inside, Jack sat on papa's lap for what might be the last time in the car.

"See?" daddy said, turning the car as Jack nuzzled into bones.

"Not that bad," he giggled.

"Of course, that strange woman was confusing," papa wondered, looking at his own hand for a moment, and Jack did the same. "What is her fascination with rings?"

Daddy cleared his throat.

"Cas, buddy, you really gotta learn hints."

Jack cuddled with his puppy, laying on papa's chest. Today was a big day, they did a lot of things. Maybe he could take a nap, so papa could carry him inside.

. . .

"The Boy" is part of The Baby Jack Series and was posted on Patreon on April 2023. To read it and the two sequels, "The Girl" and "The Flu", consider subscribing to my page! It's just $2 a month and I promise you won't regret it.

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smalltownfae · 2 months

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Fun asks ahoy ✨

1, 4, 6, 8, 9, 11:D

Thank you for the asks. I will do like you and put it under read more since this definitely will end up being too long.

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Preschool: There were so many creative activities in preschool and because it made me try so many things it made me discover my love for art and writing, especially. When I started the first year of school I got a library card which also made me discover a love for reading. Attending preschool also gave me the tools needed to tolerate others and learn to cooperate even with someone I don't like. It also gave me a little trauma, but that is not something for the public...

Cosplay Events: My teenage years were definitely the most awful years of my life until I was 16. At that age things got a little better because I finally met someone that made me aware that other people that liked anime and manga existed and there were even events where they dressed up as the characters and made art about it and everything. It seems odd nowadays because it seems to be a popular thing now, but there were very few events in my country and most of them were free at the time. It was just a way for all the nerds to get together and have fun and that's what I did too. People think they want to be unique, but I don't think anyone that was actually outside of the norm at one point wishes for that. I was lucky enough to have had one friend that shared my tastes since primary school, but being considered weird was still extremelly lonely. Not that I wished to be like everyone else around me, but I wanted to be liked. Living in a small town full of people with retrogade ideas while growing up was hell. Being able to go to the capital city often and making friends saved me from growing up bitter. I was so happy to find out that people like me existed. They just happened to be in a different city. Another thing we all seemed to have in common was the bullying we suffered in our schools so going to cosplay events and meetups was our safe space. At this time I was also on DeviantArt participating in manga events and meeting other artists. Knowing that I wasn't alone in my weirdness gave me hope for the future.

My first trip outside my country: In your answer you said you wanted the perspective of someone that never moved places so I can tell you that it made me very careful and fearful of many things. I am not the kind to take many risks (unless I am on a weird day because I swear that sometimes I am possessed by something that would rather die than be bored) and I need some sense of security and that can be provided by a place or a person. On my first trip outside my country I was so nervous because I had never gotten into an airplane and I went alone. I went to stay with a friend that moved to London and we were supposed to hang out all the time when I got there. However, I spent most of my visit alone since my friend didn't got the vacation for those days. I would like to thank my best friend google maps and the amazing transportation of London. Portugal wishes it had transports that efficient. I had to get by on my own and even though I felt lonely at times I was still happy to explore a new place and I even talked briefly with a few strangers. I still got to hang out with my friend when she got out of work at the end of every day. This made me a little more independent and also gave me a love for travel even though I found London a bit disappointing (my expectations were too high). It also showed me that when left alone I didn't know how to feed myself. Now, I plan those things much better because let me tell you that my stomach on that trip wasn't happy about the crap I was eating at lunch everyday.

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

I am sure we have some, but I remember nothing at the moment, sorry. It's usually some portuguese meme that we parrot around.

6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

As a creator that seldom creates, this is really hard to answer. I guess the best part is finding other creators that love something as much as I do and also to find people that appreciate what I do. The worst part would be negative comments and harassment, but I don't usually get those so... oh, having no reaction to what I post can hurt sometimes too, but I create mostly for myself and I am aware that the things I love aren't that popular in the great scheme of things to begin with.

8. any reacquiring dreams?

No. I seldom dream. When I remember my dreams they are usually weird and nightmarish like the fans on the floor that were cutting everyone's legs. I think I dreamed that I was falling from the sky at least twice in my entire life though because I remember once actually falling from the bed and another time when I woke up breathing heavily and grabing the corners of my bed.

9. tell a story about your childhood

One of the childhood moments I remeber the best is when I went to the beach with my parents and some of my family when I was really young. I don't remember my exact age, but I wasn't in school yet so probably 4 or something. One of my older cousins told me to go fetch water so we could build a sand castle and sent me on my way with my little bucket and nothing else because it was supposed to be a short trip. Turns out my sense of orientation has sucked since birth so I got to the water and filled my bucket, but somehow failed to find the way back to the towels where everyone was. I remember walking for what it felt like hours without a hat or shoes and at one point the sand started to burn because it does that around midday, when it's too hot in the summer. I remember that at one point I just splashed the water from my little bucket on my feet because I was in pain, but I never stopped walking even though I was crying and who knows where I was going. A nice couple found me and I remember the man held me in his arms and that's when my feet felt some sort of relief. Then they went looking for my parents and they found them eventually since my parents and the rest of my family were also looking for me. My mom has at least one more story of me getting lost as a kid, but this is the one I remember and the one I was lost for a long time.

11. what do you consider to be romance?

Damn, I just posted a quote from the Buried Giant about something similar hahaha Romantic love is very hard for me to define. When I was a teenager I thought I had it figured out because that was what most people seem to consider romantic love. The first person I ever liked wasn't only physically attractive, but was also my friend. That is what I would consider the whole package haha I would talk to them everyday and wonder what they were doing all the time and I would feel jealous if they liked someone or got with someone. Looking back it looks more like an obsession than love. I once had a friend that was in love with me and told me I had never been in love. It could be the butthurt of rejection talking, but maybe he was right. I honestly have no idea if I have ever been in love because I can't really define it. Right now I am in a weird situation. I am not really dating, but I have something (let's call it that). I don't feel jealous of other people that hang out with this person nor do I feel the need to talk to them or see them all the time, but it still feels nice when we are together.

Honestly, there are a billion definitions of romance and different people would provide different answers. All of this to say that I have no idea of what my own definition is and maybe I will never know. I decided to let things happen since I have bigger troubles than romance at the moment. That is another thing. What people usually call romance is also associated to stressful things to me. It's probably because of the examples I have had growing up. People are always afraid of being cheated on or jealous if their partner hangs out with others and such. Honestly, it looks way too troublesome for me to deal with so I do not want it to be like that and I also want to mantain some of my freedom.

#fun asks #andy answers #damn this was too long and I am not sure I was coherent #I am too lazy to reread so I apologize for that #I talk and talk and talk and say nothing meaningful haha

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whilmsy · 1 year

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5LLSMP Session 2 Summary :D

this is very long i hope i left nothing out but i simply post it and pray <3 - The sillies had been separated in the beginning due to last session, but I was with Elle and Space in the beginning - though was leaving to go get find Brandy. It was at this moment that Ed (Iron Guy 1/2) was accidentally killed by Elle, and i think killed by Ed out of spite (/j, not out of spite, accidental death part 2 electric boogaloo). Elle, brandy and I were able to meet up again after the deaths, and we wondered around for a bit: collecting seeds to make a farm for our group and also getting parrots!! I named mine Squidge <3

After that, the first half of it was really just the sillies attempting to create a farm, it was mostly a lot of just talking and stuff, not doing much. Phil died and went to yellow, he joined us in our bunker and we talked (I cannot remember about what though.) That’s when I noticed Ed in our little chicken hole, and realised our chickens were either dead or stolen (both, because there were feathers on the floor? I don’t knoendunsudn) so I asked gore about it, and follow the tunnel that’s appeared in front of me. It was confusing because I believed we were allies (think of this all lore dramatic and stuff) and would’ve happily given some chickens to allies, but alas /lhj I followed the tunnel down first, and everyone else followed behind. Ed was trying to keep me away, I think trying to hunt me down, but I just kept going. Low and behold, I found the iron guys base from the tunnel, and also chickens in a pen. After that fiasco, Phil went back to the lads and the sillies went off - discussing plans of new bases and bunkers, because two groups now knew where our place was, and we didn’t want to risk getting stolen from again. We packed up all we could, took down the farm, and ventured into the desert. Night fell, and we constructed a terrible (/aff) cobble, dirt, and wood home in the desert. It had a furnace in the ceiling. I went into a corner, was boxed in, and we proceeded to start a bit about bamboo being enrichment (this will stick around).

We adventured through the desert. Space died on the second night after promptly saying “I will face my fear of husks!” Xe died not even a second later in front of us. We then left the desert to spawn to reunite with space. I was too fast, accidentally leaving Brandy and Elle behind, and found space - we both then also met The Lads of The Valley. Stiff had died after Phil had. Phil was setting trees on fire, moth handed me a flint and steel which i handed to space. Space proceeded to set themself and everything else around on fire and also lost the flint and steel. We were about to part ways from them, but all went the same way, met up with brandy and Elle and that’s when the lads discovered that Zera and Jay were possibly at their base, and so the lads invited the sillies along and we followed. Me and Bee got to stand together and become side-eye duo <3 This is where it’s harder to remember exactly what happened, but Melou was killed by stiff after showing up, me and moth have endeavoured into a homoerotic relationship in which i gave joked about being god (because he could not see who was talking to him), and that proceeded to stick, and so it’s like. Yeah there’s something there. I gave moth a cornflower (“too match your name,” I said, because it was blue). As this was happening, Brandy was killed by Stiff at their own wedding - true love means giving your life, i guess. -

Me and Stiff had a conversation that also had Something there: in this conversation, at the lads of the valley base, I’d been close to stiff on the cliff side area. and. and stiff very much obviously wanted to draw more blood. offered to take me down to red. I’m so upset because i can’t remember the wording specifically over anything we said, but i do remember saying something like “you don’t have to kill me yet, let’s wait it out, you don’t need to kill me yet.” After a bit, I then saw Zera again, hiding in the distance and went to talk to him at the wall. When everyone started leaving (at some point space had left earlier, and brandy wasn’t there because of the death), and so me and Elle finally left, but I waited at spawn to talk with Five after we’d been messaging to meet up and discuss things, and the session ended.

#5llsmp #the sillies #the sillies of the sand #one could call us #wilm speaks #its probably not all correct but i cannot remmeber it all sobs #5llsmp summary

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guerrillaeducationminiblog · 1 year

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Why we don’t bother writing learning objectives in books…

It’s not a massive thing this, but the amount of time taken by writing up learning objectives always wound me up as a teacher. From the moment I started nearly twenty-five years ago, it seemed to be a rule. I’m not sure where it started, but the practice really became entrenched with Professor John Hattie’s influential work on visible learning. One of the aspects of learning he addressed through his studies was the sharing of learning intentions. In a nutshell, Hattie stated that in any given lesson, the students should have the same idea as their teacher about what it going on in the classroom. Now, there’s not a lot to argue with here – it seems pretty obvious. What happened though, is that this filtered down into schools as hard and fast rules: Learning intentions should be written on the board in every lesson… learning intentions should be written into books. This happened (and still continues to happen) because we took a statement that appeared intuitively sensible, and reduced it to a process that could be monitored. If it’s written down, then it must be happening and children must be learning.

Hattie found no evidence that writing objectives or intentions down had any effect on learning – if he had, he would have said so. What he was clear about is that learning intentions should be shared.

We decided that it would be easier if we shared the learning aim or intention by just talking to the children. This was partly to save time, but also because we had a sneaking suspicion that despite the status they have always enjoyed, learning intentions were a bit overrated.

The point of learning intentions, aims, objectives or whatever you want to call them is to give a broad statement that indicates the overall goal of the lesson or lessons. This is definitely useful, but it’s by no means the most important bit. What matters much more are the learning outcomes - what is it that we want the children to know, remember and do as a result of this lesson?

By writing down the broad learning intention, we give it more importance than it deserves. I can remember being advised that it was good practice to not only have it written down, but also to revisit it throughout the lesson. If at the end, the children could tell me what they’d been learning about by parroting back the learning intention, we’d all be happy – the lesson could be ticked off and we’d move on.

Hattie’s ‘shared understanding’ of what’s going on in the classroom however, should focus on the specific; not the broad, and if we accept that learning outcomes are the most important aspect of a lesson, then anything else can take a back seat.

Let’s say we’re planning a writing lesson:

In the National Curriculum English programmes of study for Year 3 and 4, it states that children should be taught to create settings for narratives.

This represents a broad learning intention.

The important bit is how we decide this is going to be achieved.

I might decide that one of the ways I want them to describe a setting is by using a range of compound sentences. If this is the case, then there’d be some very specific learning outcomes that we’d be interested in – the things that we’d want the children to know, remember and do…

Children know that a compound sentence contains two independent clauses

Children know that the clauses in a compound sentence are joined by a coordinating conjunction

Children can use the conjunctions ‘and’ and ‘but’ to write compound sentences that describe a setting

It’s obvious that the learning outcomes are the important bits here, but it would be ridiculous to have the children write these out - there are three statements in the example above - we’d be making things worse than before. Besides, given that the learning outcomes represent the exact things the children will be working on throughout the lesson, it’ll be represented through whatever activity the children complete anyway.

So instead of copying down the learning intention, our children write the date. If they’re working in their project books, they’d write the date and the subject. In maths it’s the numerical date, in other subjects, it’s written in longhand – mainly so the children learn to spell the days of the week and the months of the year correctly. It’s always underlined with a ruler, because presentation matters, and using a ruler is a good thing to learn. In lessons where there is no recording - we don’t write anything at all. No title, no date, and not one of those vague PicCollage things that often get stuck into books for the sake of evidence.

Along with saving a bit of time and shifting the focus of lessons to the most important elements, this approach is a useful way of reinforcing the subject that the children are working on too. If it’s a geography lesson, then I want them to know it’s a geography lesson - it might be part of a project or topic, but it’s not helpful to be woolly - different subject disciplines need different ways of thinking. On top of this, it also comes in handy when the children use their books for retrieval - instead of taking the easy way out by simply reading a broad learning intention they’d previously written, they’ve got to work a bit harder at recalling what is was they were expected to know, remember and do. As I said at the start - it’s only a small thing - but every little helps.

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noxiatoxia · 2 years

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been thinking about emotional hurt/comfort with hikakao recently. even though its been brought up a few times,, idk its my favorite. mostly because i feel like they know each other better than anyone. so they know exactly how to make each other feel better

i need to think of a scenario for this. idk. something really sweet and cuddly bc imagine hikaru finds kaoru crying, hed sit next to him and hug/comfort him and literally wouldn't leave his side until he felt better. or the other way around,, hikaru would be kind of ashamed he was even crying at all but kaoru would hold him close to his chest and hikaru would feel safe enough to just cry openly into his shoulder..:(

the twins having each other as their safe space is literally so sweet to me gghffgjdjdjdndn,, they grew up only ever being vulnerable with each other so they know each other best and are only 100% open with one another. just ,, idk. just love that about them

ALSO i saw ur post abt them baing gamers and SO TRUE!!!! the hitachiin twins play minecraft multiplayer every single day together (real)

no but actually i think they bonded a lot over video games, as it seemed to be a main hobby of theirs before the host club. i imagine younger them snuggled under the blankets in bed when its really late, taking turns playing their little gameboy thing. or building themselves a little fort around them and their game console/monitor and playing on that,, multiplayer or just taking turns playing levels on any game. staying up all night with like. soda and chips and stuff. really unhealthy but they're middle school boys so basically living the dream

I BET they have a minecraft world together that they've been carefully cultivating for years. and one night in middle school they stayed up all night in a situation like i said before, and beat the ender dragon. both of them remember it as like one of the happiest days of their lives. nerds

to this day they still take care of that minecraft world. kaoru has 2 dogs and 3 cats, maybe a parrot. hikaru has about a million dogs

idc that technically that conflicts with the actual time ohshc was made . do Not care

middle school hitachiin twins would fucking combust into flames finding out about the nintendo switch

HII!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this I've been genuinely thinking about it,,

i LOVE the hurt/comfort potential with those two esp with them being each other's safe space/lifeline. Hikaru of course, whenever Kaoru's feeling down, will literally move heaven and earth to make him feel better again. Although I can imagine in their HS years, Kaoru's emotions becoming more complicated, Hikaru finds it harder to truly cheer Kaoru up like he used to (bc the boy is fucking clinically depressed cough fucking cough) and that starts to worry him a lot. He does everything he can think of, but Kaoru will always have those moments where he just needs time to snap out of it... Hikaru's efforts are always appreciated tho.

Also, I imagine Hikaru, as he gets older, cries less. Not bc he's less emotional, far from it, but bc he hates feeling vulnerable with himself & he hates to worry Kaoru over what he feels are minuscule issues. But oh man... I can't think of a scenario that could happen that would like, set him off, but I'm simply imagining Hikaru letting out guttural sobs prob from trying so hard to hold them back, and it's loud and violent and Kaoru is honestly just shocked bc it's been a long time since he's seen his brother anything like this before... like he's crying so hard Kaoru is afraid Hikaru will make himself sick and he holds him, patting his back and trying to calm him down. It's hard to get him to calm down to a point where he's breathing stably but Kaoru does. Thankfully, though just as worried and heartbroken as Hikaru would be in the reverse situation, Kaoru is much more outwardly calm and collected, which helps calm Hikaru down. Also, related, I think when either twins are upset/depressed they cope differently. Hikaru prefers to talk about it while Kaoru prefers to be distracted from it, hence why Hikaru tends to try to cheer him up with movies and stories and Kaoru talks to Hikaru in hushed voices asking him what's wrong.

NOT SO SUBTLE SEGWAY INTO THE OTHER THING.... REAL AND TRUE. THEYRE GAMERS YOUR HONOR

I actually have So many thoughts on this. They play the GBA SP in the anime, so I like to think Kaoru played the fucking... Cinderella GBA game.... like all the time... BTW I actually PLAYED that game in call with a friend once. Beat the whole thing in less than 30 minutes. It uh isn't very like. good but it isn't bad?? I think Kaoru would like it bc it's simple and easy to play it's like a stress ball in the form of a game. Hikaru will lose his damn mind if he has to hear the shitty BG music from that godforsaken game ONE MORE TIME.

Otherwise (and dw I don't care for canon timeline either) I do think they play mostly multi-player bc, duh. I wonder if they would share one pokemon cart and play together or have two... my heart says one but i'd love for them to have two so they can battle together and stuff. But tbh they are more the type to face other people together, not each other. So I think they shared one cart - Soul Silver, for example - and would just play together. Like, Hikaru would be playing, and Kaoru would sit next to him with his head on his shoulder. They'd decide together which Pokemon to catch and what to name them and so and so. They always named their saves smth silly like "Hikaoru" bc it's both their game. And then they'd wi-fi fight other trainers... with Hikaru's ideas & Kaoru's technician they prob put together some good competitive teams (and then got bored they always won...)

MINECRAFT is a fun one bc they have a system. Hikaru gets the materials & Kaoru will build. And ofc they always put their minecraft beds together (😳😳) the only things they really don't share are the pets... Kaoru is faithful and has 2 dogs (named after cinderella and the prince) and 3 cats (named after the mice) and 1 parrot (no name he just calls it "bird"). Hikaru has a bazillion unnamed dogs. He keeps breeding them he wants to start an army.

btw they are total griefers. would play with tamaki only to burn his house down. everytime. cruel.

Generally i think they also like FPS and arcade games with co-op. Any game where they can work together to kick other people's asses.

They rlly like handhelds bc u can take them wherever (like to school lol). I can very much imagine them in middle school maybe even earlier WAY up past their bedtime hiding under sheets on the ds doing online play on mario kart... they were so tired the next day but they beat everyone they matched so WORTH IT

Also I think Kaoru would like puzzle games but Hikaru doesn't. He is not nearly patient enough for that shit.

(I wonder if theyre more Sonic fans or Mario fans? :thinking: the great debate...)

#ohshc #hikakao #;noxiatalks2ya

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c-r-ash-crash · 3 years

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Grian awoke to bright sunlight and warm summer air. He stretched languidly, noticing there was soft grass beneath him. Distantly, he wondered if he had fallen asleep in front of his main base. Oh well, wouldn’t be the first time. He rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. Then, with a start, he realized he couldn’t hear the sounds of parrots or goats, or any other sounds that usually filled boatem.

He opened his eyes, blearily, sitting up to look around. He was in a small field, a copse of trees off to the right and a bedrock platform embedded into the ground a few feet in front of him. An enchanter sat in the very center, but otherwise, the area was empty. Where was he? “No idea,” a familiar voice said. He glanced up to see Ren standing on the opposite side of the bedrock platform.

He whirled around and noticed that he was part of a circle of players surrounding the bedrock platform. He could see Scar, Impulse, Martyn, Jimmy, Scott, Cleo, Bdubs, Etho, Tango, Joel, BigB, and Skizz. And of course, there was him and Ren.

Scott swore under his breath. “Grian, I thought you said you shut down the server!” Grian’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?” Then he realized what Scott meant. Everyone here had also been on...instinctively, Grian glanced down at his wrist to check how many lives he had. “Don’t be red. Don’t be red,” he begged. Instead the skin on the inside of his wrist was blank. “We don’t have lives,” Grian said, almost stupidly. There was a scramble as everyone checked their own wrists. Theirs too were blank. No one knew whether to be relieved or scared.

“Slightly more important thing right now,” Bdubs said. “Scott’s right, Grian. You said you shut this server down. How are we back?” “I don’t know,” Grian said, frantically wracking his brain for anyway things could have gone wrong. He came up blank. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “I shut it down. Guys, I swear, I shut the server down. We shouldn’t be here.” “Except this isn’t the same server,” Etho said, startling everybody. “Look. We’re at spawn. And last I remember, there wasn’t bedrock at spawn. Or an enchanter for that matter. And all the biomes are completely different.” “He’s right,” Jimmy said. “This isn’t the same place.”

“Where are we then?” Tango asked. No one had an answer, but in his heart, Grian knew. The first time around, the universe had wanted a game. And now, it wanted a second round. He could tell by the looks in everyone’s eyes that they were thinking the same.

“What do we do?” Ren asked, ears pressed flat against his head. “We...we could stay together,” Impulse suggested timidly. “Rich coming from you,” Martyn muttered under his breath. Everyone chose to ignore him. “I mean, we don’t have lives anymore,” BigB said. “It might not be the worst idea.” “Don’t jinx it,” Cleo grumbled. “Knowing how the universe works, this round’ll be a lot more twisted than the last time. I wouldn’t bet on not having lives. This stupid server is probably just keeping us in suspense. More fun that way. For all we know, we’ll have even fewer lives to start with.” “Cleo’s got a point,” Tango said. “It might make more sense to split up for now.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Okay, can someone please explain what the heck is going on?” a new voice broke in. Grian whirled around to see Lizzie, Pearl, and Mumbo standing at the edge of the group. “Oh no,” he muttered under his breath. “Not you. Please not you.” “Lizzie,” Joel whispered. “No, no, no, no, no. Please. Not her.” Grian turned to face the heavens and recited every swear word he knew, cursing the universe for making him live this nightmare again, cursing it for taking his friends as sacrifices.

“Griba, what’s going on?” Pearl said firmly. For a moment, no one said anything. Then, Scar said quietly, “Pearl, Mumbo, remember that server I told you about? The one where everyone only had three lives?” Pearl and Mumbo nodded slowly, then their eyes widened in horror as they realized what Scar meant. “Surely...” Mumbo swallowed. “You can’t mean that’s what this place is, can you?” The grim looks on everyone’s faces said enough. “Oh, no,” Lizzie murmured. “I’m going to get us out of here,” Grian said, voice shaking more than he cared to admit. “I promise. For now, we need to get far, far away from each other.”

The veteran members murmured their assent. Then, as if one, they turned heel, and began walking in the opposite direction. After a moment, Lizzie, Pearl, and Mumbo followed suit.

Grian had been exploring the server, looking for a place to set up camp when a small chime reverberated through his skull. He stopped dead in his tracks. Words floated in front of his eyes. “You have...” They hovered there for a moment, but then with another chime, they changed to read: “2 lives.” Grian pulled back the sleeve of his sweater to see two yellow hearts tattooed onto his wrist. “...Crap.”

Scar had just finished climbing a tree, when he heard the chime. “You have...” the text read. “6 lives.” Scar’s brow furrowed. He should have only had three lives. How had he ended up with double that amount. Not that he was complaining, but even with the game having gone so wrong the first time, the server shouldn’t be this glitched. He glanced down to see six dark green hearts inked onto his wrist anyways.

Martyn was harvesting wood when the chime sounded. His heart sank as the text appeared. “You have...” Silence echoed through the forest. “4 lives.” “What?” he muttered, as four dark green hearts etched themselves onto his wrist. “How? I’m only supposed to have three.” Before he could ponder it further, his stomach growled, and he set off to find food.

Scott had been hunting a cow when the chime startled him out of his hiding place. “You have...” the text appeared. “2 lives.” “Oh no,” he whispered. He needed gear. Now.

Jimmy had been exploring the server, looking for a high vantage point when the chim rang out. “You have...2 lives.” “Not again.” Distantly, he wondered where Scott was.

Impulse was gathering up splintered pieces of wood when the chime startled him. The wood went crashing to the ground. “You have...3 lives.” So Cleo had been right. Impulse went back to gathering his wood.

Etho and Bdubs were gathering resources when they heard the chime. “You have...4 lives,” the text read for Bdubs. Quietly, he pulled his sleeve further over his wrist and the four dark green hearts that appeared there. “You have...4 lives” the text read for Etho. He pulled a strip of cloth from his jacket and wound it around his wrist. No point letting anyone else know he had an advantage.

Cleo stopped in her tracks when she saw the text. “You have...two lives.” “Oh, this is so bad,” she muttered under her breath, picking up her pace as she looked for shelter.

Tango had been harvesting wood when he heard the chime. “You have...6 lives.” He was too elated by the prospect of the extra breathing room that he didn’t bother to ponder how it was possible to have more than three lives.

BigB had been standing by the riverside when the text appeared. “You have...3 lives.” “Guess Cleo was right,” he murmured. “I suppose I oughta get geared up.”

Skizz waited patiently as the text decided his fate. “You have...3 lives.” Well, at least he knew what to expect this time.

Joel sat down on the edge of the mountain, and waited for the text to tell him what horrors the universe had in store for this round. “You have...5 lives.” “Oh, five,” he said, wondering whether everyone else had the same amount of lives. Slowly, five dark green hearts appeared on his wrist.

Lizzie’s hand traced along the world border, but she stopped as a loud chime rang through her skull. “You have...” floating green text read in front of her eyes. “4 lives.” What did that mean?

Pearl pushed the branch out of her way, but startled by the chime, she let it hit her in the face. “You have...6 lives.” That was good, right? Lots of lives meant a chance to live longer. Six dark green hearts etched themselves into the skin of her wrist. Six lives was good, right?

Mumbo gathered leaves together, using tree bark to tie them into a makeshift sack. He stopped when the chime sounded however. “You have...4 lives.” “Alright!” he exclaimed. After all, four lives was good. Maybe everyone had just been overreacting when they had joined the server. Mumbo certainly hoped they’d been overreacting.

Now, the game had begun anew, and the universe watched with glee as the players began to move into place.

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. let me know what you think

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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The Man That Is Wilbur Soot [Wilbur Soot x reader]

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender neutral!reader

Summary: Inspired by the Song Honey Honey by ABBA aka I took the line "I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more"

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 3.4K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Event Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This was made for my ABBA event. Check it out here! (Also requests are still open! Click here!) btw, this was supposed to be like 1k

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You had heard about Wilbur Soot before. Everyone had heard about Wilbur Soot the President of L’Manberg. The guy who stood up to the Tyrant Dream of the SMP. And came out victorious, unlike the others whose life has been lost to the Tyrant, and their names to the passage of time.

You can’t say, he didn’t intrigue you enough, for you to set out on the dangerous journey that is crossing the SMP. Because he did. His country did. The ideals that you’ve heard about did. Everything intrigued you enough to leave your village behind and track into the world.

So that’s what you did, backpack on your shoulders, map in hand. You set into the big world, on the tracks to the dangerous country that the SMP is. You barely get out of the village before you are able to hitch a ride.

It’s a merchant that is headed for one of the villages closer to the border. It’s a bigger village than your own. The name rings a bell, maybe a traveller has mentioned it when passing by. So you hitch the ride, he tells you about his trades. He’s a merchant of fabrics, listing many places you haven’t even heard of. But there is one that catches your attention.

“You’ve been to L’Manberg?”

“Before it became independent yes.”

“Tell me about it!”

And the merchant does, for the entirety of the ride. He talks about the few people that resided there when he passed through the back then settlement. You beg him to tell each detail he can remember. And he happily provides. You take note of every you hear in your notebook. Your travel journal. Your… well diary.

He’s a good man, you note to yourself when he pulls into the bigger villages. The sun on the horizon.

You’re much further than you thought you would be on your first day.

This is going to be a good trip.

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This is going to be a horrible trip.

You’ve been wandering for days, the closer to the border of the SMP, the fewer carts had come by, and even fewer willing to take a traveller with them.

You sigh as you watch the sun starting to set, and you are forced to make camp once more. It has been days since you last slept in a bed. To be exact 16 days. You had only managed to stay in an inn for the first night, realising your small amount of money wouldn’t get you far if you spent it all on beds.

You are reminded of the people whom you met that first night, a girl who talked about how President Soot had come by the town in his own travels to the SMP, and she had met him. No not just met him. She had spent the night with him.

And you just couldn’t help yourself, you had to quill your curiosity somehow, so you had once again asked for details, and she had provided.

The fire you get going is better than the last one. Not that the last one had ever turned into a fire. It had rained in the morning, and most of the wood you could find yesterday was still wet by the time you wanted to settle down.

But today, you had been lucky, it had been sunny all day, leading to being able to find dry sticks and a couple of pieces of logs. That you could make into a fire.

A clear stary night over your head as you turn in for the night. Hoping to get at least a couple of hours out of the fire to keep you warm. And to keep the mobs away. Knowing you still have a couple of days of wandering left before you will reach the borders of the SMP. You sigh as you jolt down the few interesting pieces of the day in your notebook.

Not that anything of importance actually happened. But maybe out there someone would read your notebook and find the fact that you saw a parrot in a birch forest be found interesting.

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You have under half a day of walking left when a cart is willing to pick you up. Turning the hours of walking into a mere hour in the cart. You can feel yourself squirm in your seat as the silence falls upon you and the woman who picked you up.

“…So… Why are you heading to the border?”

She lets you sit in silence.

Rude much?

But… You can’t really call her rude, she was nice enough to pick you up and take you to the border. Where she very unceremoniously dropped you off, and headed off east, seemingly following the border never crossing it. She was… weird.

You instead tighten your back, and head over to the guarded tollbooth. A man looking bored out of his mind and close to sleep sits there. Not even having registered the cart that was there moments ago.

How often do people come through here?

The thought crosses your mind. You know it isn’t one of the main border entrances. You know of one that lies further west. But still, a good 2 to 3 days travel away. Besides you’re pretty sure someone told you the toll at the busy entrances is higher than the ones people rarely use.

But now that you are here and can read the price yourself. It seems the person had either lied to you, or the price at the main entrances are a lot higher than you could ever think about paying.

An idea strikes you, maybe… Just maybe… The guard will fall asleep. Just maybe. You linger on the side of the road. Seemingly interested in the plants nearby. You start jotting down stuff in your notebook. Taking note of the size of the leaves, the colour. You mumble the information to yourself.

Your eyes keep glancing over, as his head slumps down further and further.

It barely takes you a few more minutes of stalling before the guard is full-on snoring. You barely catch yourself nearly letting out a sound in victory.

Silent. Right. No noise.

You can do this. You can sneak past him. You can be silent.

You suck in a breath, as you start moving as slowly as you’ve ever done in your life. Hoping to the sky gods the slowness helps you with being silent. And it does, to some extent. But your backpack still rustles around, and the loose stones on the pathway still skirt across the dirt.

But he keeps sleeping, and before you know it, you’ve managed to sneak past him. Sneak into a country. You did it!

You decide your celebration is best celebrated far from here, and you make your way on the now stone path.

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It takes you a couple of days before you hit your first village. You’re surprised by this. Normally there is a city around half a days’ time from most border crossings. But this is the SMP. The fact that its citizens aren’t exactly allowed to leave. Is more than public knowledge in other countries. They are under the rule of a Tyrant after all.

You figure it’s time to sleep in a real bed, you deserve it.

You head straight into the in, it’s barely past lunch, but there is a plentiful of people in there already. You stumble a bit at the sight, you had expected a couple of patrons, not a room full of people. But nonetheless, you make your way to the bar.

Conversations bustling around you, a waiter running around, and either the innkeeper themselves behind the bar, or just a barkeeper. You aren’t exactly sure. But you wave them down anyway. Maybe she can help you find the innkeeper and ask for a room.

“Well, hello there, you look exhausted.” Your shoulders sink further down at the comment. Did you really look that bad?

“I was wondering if you had a room I could rent?” you ignore the rude comment and stick to politeness.

“I figured.”

“… So um… Do you have a room free?” You try once again.

“Sorry hun, but if you hadn’t noticed we are full right now.” You completely deflate at the answer. In return, she takes pity on you. “But if you ask around over at the stables, someone might let you on as a passenger and take you to the next city. It’s half a day by cart, so you might just catch one if you’re fast.”

You beam up that answer, profusely thanking her, before running back into the street. Before realising you have no clue where the stables are.

It takes you two people, and three wrong turns to find the stables. And nobody is preparing any carts when you get there. Just a guy saddling his own horse.

Ah well, it never hurts to ask.

You approach the guy.

“Hi!”

He looks a bit confused when you stand across from him, on the other side of the horse.

“Um… good evening?”

You smile at him.

“Can I help you?” He speaks slowly.

“Ah yes! Sorry! I’m a bit out of it. I’m trying to get to the next town over.” You happily tell him.

“And you’re telling me this because…” He trails off. Leaving time for you to answer, instead, you leave him hanging. Until he coughs.

“Because…” He repeats.

“Because I was thinking, maybe you were heading that way.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I can pay…” You try.

“Well then, why didn’t you start with that.” He looks you and your baggage up and down twice before clicking his tongue. “We can make this work. Do you know how to hold on?”

You nod, and he settles onto his horse, waiting for you to do the same. You manage to hoist yourself up and onto the horse. It doesn’t even flinch at the added weight. You’re thankful to the sky gods for that.

He rides the two of you out of town and onto the road for the next town.

“What’s someone like you this far out in the country?”

“I’m a traveller.” You tell him.

“To the border? So you could look at it and head home?” He snorts.

“No no, I’m not from the SMP, I’m just travelling through. I’m headed to L’Manberg.” He snorts once more.

“L’Manberg? That bunch of spoiled brats.”

“Spoiled brats?”

He laughs this time.

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“You truly aren’t from these parts.” He comments, and let the conversation fade out after that.

You don’t question the man, instead just pays him as the sun starts to set, and you are once again in an unfamiliar village. At this point, you barely remember the route you used to take in your home from your house to the baker.

Okay, that’s a lie, that is a route that is embedded into your mind, that you could sleepwalk it. For the sole reason that the route had you pass the library. Which was a place you spent a lot of time. Especially after finding out about the interesting man of Wilbur Soot.

Some books portrayed him as a traitor of the SMP, others the hero of the folk. But every single depiction had one thing in common. That he was an interesting enough man for people to want to write about him.

And that made you interested in him. He had started a revolution in a country that wasn’t his. You weren’t sure where he was from. None of the books in your village had mentioned that.

You head into the inn, this time, it’s bustling from evening patrons, but nowhere as lively as the one in the previous town. The reception this time has a separate table. Which you welcome happily. This means you don’t have to cross another sea of half-drunken people you don’t know.

However once again, the inn is full.

What’s going on here?

This one is even larger than the other one and seemingly has fewer patrons. But you take the rejection with a head held high. Thank them for their time, as you head into the now dark streets.

You sit now on a couple of steps, you’re tired, exhausted, and just want to sleep in a bed.

The door opens.

You nearly leave your skin in shock. You had expected the owner to be asleep. Instead, an elderly lady stands there.

“Would you look at that? It seems I have a guest.” She speaks.

“No no, I’m just passing through, I’m sorry I just needed to rest for a moment. I’m sorry. I’ll be on my way!” You ramble on as you scramble from the stone step.

“Nonsense.” She tsks at you. “Come in you poor child.”

She steps back into the house, leaving the door open.

“You coming? Close the door after you, it gets so terrible cold at night.”

You find yourself following her. Closing the door after yourself. You carefully put down your backpack as she ushers you into a seat in the kitchen. Setting a plate of hot steaming soup in front of you. You nearly drool at the sight. You can’t remember the last time you had warm food. Especially not warm homemade food.

You are quick to dig in, and she laughs warmly at you. You feel comfortable here.

“Why were you out in the street this late? That’s no safe place to be.”

You stop the spoon still in your mouth. She laughs once again, but the kind air around her never leaves. You swallow and pull out the spoon.

“I’m making my way to L’Manberg.” You tell her.

“Ah, L’Manberg. I’ve heard about that place. President Soot right?”

“Yes, yes.” You nod at her. “Wilbur Soot.”

“Ah, the Antarctic prince.”

You stop once again.

“The what?”

“The Antarctic Prince?”

You hum.

“Ah my dear, President Soot is the second born of King Philza from the Antarctic Empire.”

You stare at her; this was new information. She laughs once more. You are quick to grab your notebook and write down the new information. How had something this important not been mentioned before? This explains so much to you. And it eagers you even more to continue the trip.

The man of Wilbur Soot only seems to keep getting more and more interesting as each day passes.

The kind lady offers you a bed and a bath.

You are more than happy to receive both. Although you would never admit that to anyone that you could barely recognise yourself in the mirror. And for the second realisation that night. You understood why the innkeepers didn’t want you around.

You’ve never slept as good as you did that night during your travels.

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You stretch as you can feel the scorching heat of the sun above you. It has been three weeks since you left the kind lady. She had asked for her son to help you move deeper into the country, so you were closer to the border you are desperately trying to reach.

You had travelled with her son for about a week, when he had to start heading more west than south, you had thanked him as much as his mother. But he had brushed you off that having a travelling partner was nice, and that you if came back through he would love to hear stories of the famous L’Manberg and its citizens.

The map you had brought seems to not be well mapped in the SMP. It wasn’t something you were unprepared for, but it did surprise you how little it truly resembled the mapping of the roads.

But a map is a map, and a destination is a destination. So you head onwards.

And onwards…

Sometimes meeting other travellers now that you are deeper in the countries. The nights where you aren’t alone passes faster than the ones where you are.

You hear stories of L’Manberg you have never heard before, and retellings of events but in other perspectives.

It seems a lot of people have a lot of opinions on the small country. But you understand, you too would have a lot of opinions if a city suddenly started wanting independence from its country.

It takes you weeks before you start coming across people who have been near L’Manberg regularly. It gives you a sign of hope. You’re getting closer, your journey is reaching its destination.

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It’s storming the day you spot the country on the horizon. It’s still storming by the time you reach the country. The SMP toll guard is seemingly nowhere nearby and you pass the border with ease this time. Luckily for you. Or else you would have to explain why a traveller like you didn’t have travel papers.

You had expected to be met with one of the cities of the small country immediately. But it seems they are further from the border. And by further, it takes you an hour at foot-travel to meet the capital of the small country.

The streets are bustling.

That’s when it hits you.

You’ve made it.

You’ve actually made it.

You might look mad, but you let out a laugh right then and there. A laugh of relief. A laugh of victory. A laugh of … being alive.

“Having fun there?”

You turn around, to be met with the eyes of a stranger. A tall brown-haired stranger, nonetheless.

“Yeah, I just… Yeah.” You trail off. You eye him up and down, he’s cute. You put your hand out to present yourself, your name, the country you came from, and the name of the village you used to live in.

“Wilbur Soot, President of L’Manberg.” He returns with a smile. You barely listen to his words. Too captured by his smile. When…

Oh.

Oh, sky gods.

This is the man.

This beautiful human being of a man is the man.

“You alright there?” He asks as he watches you falter for a moment.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine. More than fine actually.” You tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“So, what are you doing here? You are an awful long way from home.”

He starts walking, and you fall in step with him.

“I’m here to see the country. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Leaving out the unsaid, I’ve heard a lot about you. He didn’t need to know yet, just how intriguing you found him.

You follow him down the street as he points a couple of things out, a couple of buildings, a couple of people. You listen and stop to note something down a couple of times, and he waits, patiently. Until he leads you to the local inn.

He holds the door open.

“A drink?”

“Yes please.”

He finds the two of you a booth, and you easily fall into conversation.

He asks you about your hometown, you about his.

He asks about your journey, you ask about the revolution.

You continue this game of ping pong. And the further down your drinks you get, the more personal the conversation gets. The less you note down. Yet, the man himself never falters from being the most interesting thing you’ve ever encountered.

And the night moves along, your conversation following.

You don’t really know when his hand landed on your thigh. Or when your lips met his. But suddenly you’re stumbling into a room together.

His touch setting you on fire, and your touch egging him on.

Your head is spinning as your back hits the bed.

Your notebook is lying tucked away safely in your backpack, staying there all the way into midday when you finally wake up. Disorientated, confused, and hungover.

Sitting there in that bed, you can’t help but remember the words of the girl you met the first night. And you can’t help but agree with her. Wilbur Soot surely is a love machine.

You hear rustling beside you, and you turn your head.

He’s awake.

He’s watching.

He’s watching you.

You lazily smile at him.

And at that moment, there is nowhere else you would rather be.

You had heard about him before, and you wanted to know some more.

People later down the line found your meeting story anywhere from boring to fate. But one thing was sure, you entered L’Manberg with one goal in mind. And never left again.

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