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solardrink · 3 years

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that song is playing again. ranboo jokes about being a mirror for halloween to really scare people. we laugh in parasocial concern but mostly relate. ranboo considers going to a furry convention. he has a gaydar for his fans. we can tell. someone took his cookie. we all know it was tubbo. he has raised over 200 thousand dollars for people in need. he has randomly lost his train of thought. nevermind, its about merch. the ding of collecting ores in minecraft plays over and over. hes leaking merch ideas. it is so late holy shit. this man is going to pass out i dont believe for a second hes going for 10 more hours. he says he has a bunch of hours left but I Do Not Believe him. there is so much love and support here. people talk about their experiences and funny stories and people all over the world, enough to fill a stadium. react and smile. ranboo misses chipotle, poor man misses his tex-mex type food from cali. hes talking about benchtrio and i am Listening Intently. theres a hierarchy apparently. ranboos at the bottom for doing things suggestions. L. tubbo and ranboo are both weak to tommy if he says no to something which is very funny to me. ranboo is talking about their dynamic like rock paper scissors. tubbo and tommy would rather die than go somewhere a mile away. ranboo is most definitely the mom friend. he brings extra battery packs and masks for his friends if they need them. this boy is so endearing. tommy can ask for any of ranboos stuff and ranboo will probably give it to him cause he cant say no. ranboo cant be mad when tubbo ate 3/4 of his chocolate because he didnt say how much he could have. ranboo stares at a piece of iron ore for 3 minutes because he doesnt know where it came from. "nothing and everything is going on." hes asking if a food was made from chemicals but had the same flavor and shape and texture would we eat it? i have no idea it sounds kinda weird but maybe. ranboo says if it tastes good he would and i kinda expected that answer. he is yawning and i am yawning. i feel like this song has played already. i feel like this song has played already. he believes that milk before cereal is obviously wrong but hates arguing his case- a real libertarian centrist i expected nothing less from the man who orchestrates c!ranboo. hes now talking about people yelling about content creators and im lowkey caught offguard cause i wasnt listening. i miss tubbo. his phone fell why does this happen so often. "GIVE US SOME MONEY" hes talking about the mcyttwt thread and i fuckin agree it is the funniest thing holy shit. that also means that he has seen the covid stuff about wilbur and the "white, gay, man, loona stan, pick a struggle tweet" about tubbo and i dont how to feel about that tidbit. i have also read all of it, if you havent please do. i expected nothing less from ranboo to enjoy it. he is permenantly talking in his sleep which is interesting and also concerning. oliver has bought amongus plushies. someones cat is watching the stream. ranboos favorite cat breed are the ones that look. just kidding its black and white ones. his worst recent nightmare is him messing up on a facecam stream which is a bit sad. i put a D: in chat to express the kind of parasocial emotion i feel. he would steal your chips. he would reimburse you because he would feel bad though. ranboo read "effortlessly" wrong which is very ironic and funny. he messed up saying it again. hes quitting the internet. he had a pretty bad nightmare :(. i want tubbo when is he coming back. ranboos getting better at bridging in minecraft. he did pretty well imo. ba bow bow now now now now. thanks for the 25 tier ones. he will paint his nails eventually. one day. one day. im teasing he will most likely do it maybe. he would probably pierce his ears and i am excited about that a normal amount. ba now bow na bow now. ouch facial dysmorphia ow streamer ow. this sucks. i am feeling trauma dumped on but this is okay. dono is asking where would he get chicken nuggets and fries and he doesnt know. i want chicken nuggets. WHAT THE HECKKK THE BURNER WHO

POSTED THE MCYTTWT THREAD DEACTIVATED CAUSE RANBOO TALKED ABOUT THEM :(( crap. ranboo didnt mean that to happen but its ok :( there are so many hearts in this dam chatroom. im glad there are so many hearts here. tens of thousands of people here being sympathetic and kind. ranboo is not sleeping. invisibility and shape shifting are the super powers he would pick if he could. we know why ouch. 100% of proceeds are going to charity: water. people are intimidated by ranboo. i am not. wilbur is a little scary though. ranboo doesnt know his personality type, i dont either i think i took the test at least twice but i still dont remember what i got. this song is playing again. im not mad angry people by lemon demon is one of my favorite songs. pepeDS. ranboo our variety streamer <3 my favorite non-mcyt. but actually can ranboo be considered a mcyt. because all his yt videos are not mc they are in fact cooking/furniture building/internet funnies. ranboo is going to have a gummy. yum. donos cat died and is still dead- which leaves the comical opportunity for the cat to be resurrected. WHAT HE DOESNT LIKE CHEESECAKE THAT MUCH BECAUSE THE AFTERTASTE? this man mustve had dairy free cheesecake wtf where is he getting his cheesecake from. hes very mature talking about his facial dysmorphia in a technical manner and i find that admirable. ou ch he knows what it means to use unconventional methods to fix facial dysmorphia ow ow ow fuck im a poc and i used to be self conscious of my nose when i was younger shit. "i bet you think ketchup is spicy white boy." i am going to sob. hes leaving michael headcanons to the writers/artists <3 i think that is pretty neat. chat he said piglin not penguin, dumbasses. im kidding i love chat this stream they are too hivemind and silly to be anything but well-behaved besides spamming. he is a hufflepuff. so am i. i took that damn quiz three times. he has not tried beans on toast because he is scared. i would be too. dono reminded all of us when dreamworks tried to make sexy fish. ranboo is upset now. im not mad that lady fish was pretty hot. ignore that. he wants us hot fish enjoyers out of his chat. im not leaving. i cant breathe im having so much fun. 5 more minutes until 12 hours. im not sure if this man has taken a bathroom break once. woo theres a hype train. hes talking about that one tiktok audio where theres an edit of minecraft streamers being told by their chat to say ____ rights or else they are homophobic. ranboos right its hilarious. i think i might end this post now smile bye bye :)

#ranboo #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #ignore the parts where i put my opinion about random crap #long post

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reineyday · 4 years

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geraskier zoom conference hc's based on that 'and they were video conferencing' post

(this has turned into a fic in point-form oops; also it's more pre-slash 'cuz this quarantine is ongoing and i don't have any specific ideas about how a relationship discussion would go or be handled over zoom haha)

it starts as a group conference call between yennefer and triss and jaskier and geralt probably because yen and triss and geralt run some sort of small business and they need jaskier for something artistic probably (he's a freelancer)

let's say they have some sort of start-up to do with children's education somehow, inspired by ciri, and they want to start a small educational web series and they want music in each episode and so hire jaskier as a composer

geralt is in charge of episode content because this web series is gonna be about mythology and he has a masters in it and has done a fair amount of traveling for it (and lowkey has been learning about different kinds of myrhs and legends and heroes and monsters all his life alongside swordfighting thanks vesemir)

ANYWAYS at first they just talk about work: geralt knows which myths he wants to talk about and how, but can't quite come up with a good narrative because he has a bad tendency to ramble on about very precise specific details that get boring, and he also doesnt know how to set the tone for children despite having one himself

jaskier suggests they make the show centre around a hero that is a witcher who goes off on adventures meeting all these creatures, and jaskier already has some fun ideas for songs

jaskier thinks geralt isnt very forthcoming but he's clearly interested in the project and there's excitement in his eyes when he says ciri will like something they write together

geralt also gets kind of moody about inaccuracies (like a nerd 'cuz he is one lol), and jaskier thinks it's funny and likes to pull his leg by saying they should just change this detail or that detail and that he's allowed bc he's the composer and he's taking creative liberties

about three zoom meetings in, they decide the witcher should have a horse and jaskier says they should give it a name and geralt says "roach" and jaskier laughs and asks about cockroaches and geralt looks... petulant??? and says there are fish called roach too and he meant the fish, and jaskier feels fond and relents and says yes fine the horse's name is "roach"

the next video call they have, they start talking again about work and jaskier's trying not to focus too much on the fact that geralt has shown up with his hair braided but goodness it makes him look softer with the way it pulls back and some strands of hair escape to frame his face

geralt eventually notices and hmms his questioning hmm (and when did jaskier start distinguishing the difference?) and when jask asks about the braid, geralt's face goes EVEN SOFTER and says ciri can't practice braiding on her friends' hair at school anymore so she practices with him and jaskier's like "well fuck that's it this is it ive never even seen him in person but here we are this is a crush oh shit"

the first time geralt laughs is because in one of their meetings, jaskier decided he was gonna be chill and wear a work shirt but just his boxers with stupid cartoon pizzas on them, amd he feels so comfortsble he forgets he's just wesring his underwrar 'till he gets up to grab his acoustic guitar and geralt sounds like he was startled into laughter and yeah, that's right, he's wearing stupid boxers and he flushes but geralt looks pretty amused and jaskier did that so he's not too embarrassed

halfway through the session after that, where jaskier has given up on slightly professional looking clothes but has committed to wearing something over his boxers at all times, he hears some barking and he sees a german shepherd's nose enter the bottom of the frame by geralt's arm

jaskier is obviously like YOU HAVE A DOG and geralt explains ciri usually plays with him during their meetings but they decided to go earlier that day and when jaskier asks what the dog's name is, geralt pauses and looks a cross between irritated and embarassed and then says "roach"

jaskier laughs and laughs and geralt just looks on stoically and it's not on his mouth but jaskier can see the pout in his eyes, but after he's done laughing, all he says is, "like the fish" and geralt smiles a tiny smile and shakes his head and jaskier's a goner, truly

one day, jaskier is caught on trying to find the perfect wording and chord progression for one of the episodes, and focuses on his guitar and keyboard for a while as he toys with this key and that rhyme, and when he looks up, geralt is in a kitchen putting on tea and mixing something in a pot and it's an hour past when they usually hang up

"you could have stopped me, you know?" jaskier asks, but geralt looks at him and hmms and jaskier feels all warm goddammit

he tells jaskier to go take a break and jaskier obliges and brings his laptop to his kitchen and they kind of just have tea together for twenty minutes before something dings and geralt has to go 'cuz it's dinner time for him and ciri

the next meeting, geralt shows up and his daughter's there in the background and she has hair like geralt's and a sunshine personality the complete opposite of geralt (though they both give off disintguished kinds of vibes)

jaskier is charmed; she's a great cheerleader and a wonderful person to run ideas by especially considering she's the target age group for their show, and when she makes a comment about how she wishes she could play the ukulele she got as a gift two years ago, jaskier brightens up and says he can teach her

now jaskier zoom calls a little earlier so ciri can have a short ukulele lesson before his work meeting with geralt, and it's so nice whenever he hears ciri practicing off to the side or roach barking from out of the frame and jaskier wonders what it would be like to truly be in the house with them

the next meeting after, they go a bit too long again bc they were arguing (well, jaslier was actually pulling geralt's leg some more, to be honest, but he can't help it if that's how he flirts), and ciri shows up and says it's time for food and when jaskier says he'll leave them to it, ciri suggests he just stay on amd they can eat together

geralt doesn't immediately say no and actually seems to be waiting for jaskier's answer so jaskier says yeah okay, and he grabs some food and they all have dinner together and they get to talking and jakier and ciri bond over disney movies and ciri says she wants to watch them together the three of them and yennefer and triss

the watch party happens and over zoom yennefer seems deeply amused the entire time and triss keeps giggling and geralt seems extra annoyed for some reason but jaskier enjoys himself and sings along to the movie and he tries not to imagine sitting right next to geralt on his couch on the side not occupied by his daughter

jaskier wakes up with a headache very close to their meeting time one day, and kind of just opens his laptop while he's lying in bed and opens the window to wait for geralt to start the meeting while he reaches over to get his ukulele 'cuz it's the closest instrument to his bed and the easiest on his brain when it's pounding like this

when he settles back against his headbkard and pillows once more, geralt is looking at him with a frown and asks if he's feeling okay, to which jaskier replies he's fine it's not covid he just gets headaches every now and then and it sucks but he can still compose (and he shakes his lil uke at the camera)

geralt says no he should sleep and when jaskier pouts he says he's going to sit here and wait for jaskier to put down the damn ukulele and drink some water and eat a granola bar and then tuck himself back into bed and he looks all fierce about it while he says it and how can jaskier not lug his laptop around while he does these things and fall a little more in love

eventually it becomes totally normal for jaskier to just hang out for long stretches of time, whether or not they talk about their witcher web series, and they cook together and hang out in their pajamas and jaskier and ciri have their music lessons and their disney nights and geralt even starts getting him to work out during some of their work breaks by doing 8 minuts abs

(jaskier was pretty adamant about not exercising but said he's do it just the one time but after 8 minutes of pain, geralt was flushed and kind of sweaty and said he needed to chamge his shirt anf then just took it off right there on the camera before he walked out frame to grab a new one and jaskier had to rush to pick his jaw off the floor before going to change out of his own sweaty clothes and yeah so he does 8 minute abs with geralt sometimes now)

once, geralt sends him a zoom link for a meeting at 2am on a night when jaskier can't fall asleep (his sleeping schedule's been so fucked since quarantine started) and when jaskier joins him, he looks like hell and he apologizes but when jaskier says he probably won't sleep for another three hours anyways, geralt looks the tiniest bit grateful and asks if they can work so they do, and if jaskier writes a song that's a little more like a lullabye dyring their meeting, and feels like his heart is about to burst when geralt, who'd moved from his desk to his couch, nods off while jaskier softly sings to him, well... jaskier doesn't know what to do with himself after he makes sure geralt is properly sleeping and then leaves the zoom meeting

they work and work and really get to know each other and then, all of a sudden, there are no more songs to be written for their witcher series and jaskier says "that's the last song, i think" and geralt hmms but neither of them hangs up

jaskier bites his lip and says, "i'll see you at the team meeting we'll have with yennefer and triss to wrap up my contract, i guess?"

and geralt says, "you should add me on facebook; we should keep in touch for future projects"

jaskier tries not to feel too bummed out because this is still a connection point and also yay more creative projects with the hot man he is probably definitely in love with and also potentially more money! but he's still a little bummed and then he decides if he's going to feel bummed he should at least do something about it and he says, "i will! you know facebook has video chat too"

and geralt hmms again but there's definitely a smile, and it's even an actual smile! "im aware," he says, and then before he hangs up the zoom call he looks stern and adds, "dont forget about ciri's ukulele lessons" and honestly jaskier wasn't expecting to continue with them but he's relieved they can still keep doing those

he shoots geralt that friend request and sates the need to scroll down his wall by going through geralt's past previous profile photos instead (they're usually of him and ciri and they're adorable)

and then, delight of delights, the next day around when they usually have their meeting, there's a video chat request from one geralt of rivia coming through facebook, and even more delightful: geralt's clearly on his phone and he only waits on the screen long enough to make sure jaskier's there and to give him a quirked eyebrow and a trademark hmm before he turns the camera around and jaskier is treated to an outside view and a walk with geralt and roach via mobile

and thus geralt becomes a fixture of his every day life

#geraskier #rei writes #rei rambles #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #long post

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Zombie Apocalypse AU Masterpost 2 Electric Boogaloo

Previous Post: https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618314308275863552/zombie-apocalypse-au-masterpost

-Bdubs is slowly going feral because he has the virus, it just doesn't show itself physically.

-Cub was tempted to purposefully get the virus to try and help find a cure, (they probably don't have lab rats given the circumstances,) by Scar talked him out of it.

-The timeline of events with DocM is that he started in the NHO group, they ended up dispersing (Etho turned and then left to ensure the safety of his friends, Beef ended up going separate due to Doc and Bdubs' constant fighting and Bdubs stormed off after an argument.) He ends up getting taken in by TFC, (he's the first to arrive,) and eventually captures Rendog.

-Stressmonster and Iskall originally lived in a cabin in the mountains. After Iskall got swept away in a snow storm and Joe and Cleo stopped by, Stress had no idea there was a Zombie outbreak.

-Hypnotizd and XB ended up trespassing in Jevin's property and Jevin shot Hypno. XB pleaded to Jevin that they weren't zombies and to not hurt them further and Jevin begrudgingly went, 'okay, fine. You aren't taking my food though.'

-Impulse's weapon of choice was a shovel.

-Grian can't fly in this AU. Let's be real, if he could, it would be pretty OP.

-Keralis most definetly gave a larger share of his rations to Xisuma while he was sick.

-TangoTek entirely blames himself for Impulse leaving and Zedaph getting bit. He feels especially conflicted because he wants to leave because he's convinced they both hate him and blame him but he can't because 'what if they go looking for him?' 'What if someone worse comes from that?'

-The location of Etho's bite is right on the front of the neck. He actually passed out from blood loss initially and he very nearly died. (Luckily for him the zombie didn't pull away, ripping out anything important (like a windpipe of an oesophagus,) giving Doc time to carefully unhinge the zombie's jaw and save Etho.) Nobody was quite sure how Etho was even alive with a big chunk out of his neck until he started displaying some strange behaviour.

-False is usually the one who stays up late to stand guard and protect her group.

-Mumbo accidentally caught Hypno in one of his traps at one point but let him go.

-Hay here’s a dumb idea, The reason ren is immune to the zombie virus is because he has like an anti-zombie virus in his body it behaves just like a normal zombie virus but it doesn’t turn you into a zombie, so how the hermits turn the zombie hermits human again is by making ren bite them.

-I have an angst ending and a no-angst ending so first here's the not-angst one: Doc and Ren team up with Cub and Scar to make a cure (so Ren doesn't have to bite everyone personally). They travel around finding every bitten survivor and salvageable zombie they can, using the weapons and resources from the NHO for protection. They find ways of producing and distributing enough cure for everyone, and during that process all of the Hermits decide to stay friends and in touch afterward.

-For the Zombie AU, if Scar doesn't already have like a different role in this au, he could've possibly been the first human infected because *someone's* pet cat ate a weird looking mouse and bit their owner.

-This is very angsty and gory, so fair warning: How fast does the virus spread through the body from the bite? If slow, you can cut the bitten part off before it spreads out through the body. To doc having a robot arm, what if he got bit and out of fear, they amputated his arm to stop the spread. I know y'all probably don't wanna go with body horror, but that's something to consider in this AU.

-Lowkey I feel zombie Etho doesnt do justice to his epic PVP skillz, but!! I do see Etho to be something SIMILAR to it! Idk if you've ever played Telltale's The Walking Dead game, but Etho could a zombie whisperer, a human who wears zombie skin and lives amongst the zombies for protection. So when Etho got bit, they THOUGHt he turned but actually just decided, hey I live here now and just vibin.

-You know how ren being a werewolf is popular in the fandom(from what I've seen) maybe that's why is immune to being a zombie and getting bitten by him if your infected cures it because the zombie infection and werewolf infection cancel eachother out.

-A more jokey Zombie!Au thing: The first episode of Llamas with hats but it's Zombie!Etho and Beef.

-I feel like if Wels could get to some of his friends he would try his hardest to protect them and if he ever managed to get bit it would be to save someone else.

-There is just always so much angst potential in any scenario or AU where it involves the possibility of Wels sacrificing himself in some way to protect his friends from something poor bb 😔

-Would infected hermits be able to like recognize people after the infection zombified them or whatever it is? Because if so oh my god imagine the angst.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely anons!)

-About the anti-zombie Ren bite thing: Doc has the idea suddenly in the middle of an argument so the conversation goes a little like this:

Ren: "So what I'm trying to say, my dude, is that would never work because -"

Doc: "Ren. Bite me."

Ren: "Oh yeah, real mature way to end a disagreement there -"

Doc: *facepalming* "No, Ren, I mean actually.... Just do it, I'll explain later."

-Angst ending: They could never produce enough cure to stem the tide of undeath. They all choose to band together and take shelter underground, hoping to wait it out. They use X's tunnel, but that many people that close together smells irresistible to a horde. The zombies flood after them into the tunnel. X says he'll buy them some time, even though he is terrified. He collapses the tunnel on himself and the zombies so the others can escape. His last thought: At least I get to die as myself.

-Thinking about Etho's bite location (you said it was on his neck): Most bites are on the shoulder or leg (bit from behind while running away) or on the arm (bit while raised to defend). To be bitten on the neck he would have to have his arms and shoulders lowered. Etho, being a good fighter, would have only done this if it was absolutely necessary. Conclusion: he was bitten with his arms stretched out to protect someone behind him, and he knew the consequence that his choice would have.

-(@shadeswiftdraws.)

-The NHO are all strangely dressed (Etho is kakashi, Doc is green, Bdubs has a bandana,) because they were all at a cosplay convention. (-@tomcatacaphe.)

-When Etho left The nHo, he brings a Journal with him. Every Night he'll write a Journal entry. He'll write just about anything, there even some random lyrics and some pretty flowers he pick up along his travels. But as the Journal goes on, the words slowly became wobbly. Inconsistent. until finally, Unreadable chicken skrach. His final (at least readable) entry is: "-I hoPE yoU GUyZ ArE DoInG bETThEr ThAn I Am" As some point in time, Etho lost his Journal and Joe hills found it.

-Speaking of Joe Hill, he made it his personal mission to collect every literature and entertament media he can possibly carry on him. From Dnd Book, poetry, Documentary DVD's, to random journal He think would be usefull. Stress is happy to help Joe but Cleo is a little annoyed because it's will only slow them down, but Joe Argued that "If there's no knowledge left, then what will the future be? Just staying alive and surviving?" Cleo begrudgingly agrees.

-I can totally see Joe and Cleo Rocking an actual Sword and Dnd Cosplay (Joe got is a gift while Cleo Commissions her's after seeing Joe whip out his sword one time in a one shot DnD session) they keep the swords, but they ditch the Costume pretty early on tho.

-Mumbo's next Job Interview would be schedule at Concorp. But then the Zombie apocalypse happened on his way there.

(-@tearosepedall.)

-I don’t want this au to end but here’s my take: most of them get to the bunker where they don’t develop a cure, but do create a vaccine. Occasionally they will venture out to hand out the vaccine to survivors. Still, they all decide to stay into stay together. But because they were unable to develop a cure, even though they really try, there are some how have been lost such as etho, zed, and mumbo. Still the rest of them morn and try their best to survive without modern society. (-@lookitsspacekween.)

https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618587883366957056/tw-very-brief-mention-of-vomit-general-warnings (-@carpe-shovelem.)

-Funny/happy ending to the Zombie AU: The hermits set up a zombie funneling system where the ones that didn't die from infection get bit by Ren to get turned back and they return the dead and give them proper burials. (-@my-cat-is-a-bastard.)

-I just remembered the thought post with Tuartis sleeping through things, Bdubs sleeping through the apocalypse, but now we've got Wels on the sleep team too! Wonder if he'd have slept through the apocalypse as well... (-@853dragons.)

TW: Mentions of dead animals:

I've got one last bit for the zombie au, it ties into my parasite one: With the rumors that the outbreak started in the Convex cancer research facility, and Scar feeling guilt because he Should Have Been Able To Stop This... It really was their fault. As a company. It wasn't intentional, of course, but Convex created the parasite. It was during research into a cure for certain conditions that are notoriously risky/impossible to perform surgery on, like brain tumors or lukemia-type cancer. The hope was to utilize the parasites as something that could harmlessly go in, eat or destroy all the cancerous cells, then die off, leaving a perfectly healthy human. The research project was abandoned after a several years, when every single attempt ended with either dead or, in later years, extremely sickly rats. Although the final round seemed promising, the rats weren't showing obvious signs of a decline in health after two weeks, Convex was convinced to just give it up and that the utilization of parasitic worms was asking for more trouble than it was worth. Plus, PETA was getting dangerous with their choices in protest against the tests, which was the main reason it was called off. Cub and the board of directors didn't want to risk bodily harm to their researchers, and it truly was getting so beyond ridiculous that a few bodyguards weren't enough protection.

Some researchers took some of the test rats home as pets, including our Patient Zero, because they really were quite cute. Patient Zero got bit by his rat, and nobody really thought anything of it for a couple weeks until his behavior took a bad turn. He was picking fights and throwing verbal abuse, and no amount of warnings and write-ups were giving any hint of stopping him. It all finally resulted in him viciously biting fellow labworkers, which sent two of them and himself to the ER. Upon arrival he had to be restrained and isolated lest he bite more people. He was fired from the company, his bodyguards pulled, but Scar had been friends and continued to visit him regularly, wondering where the change had come from, and saddened by his old friend's obvious decline in health. Nurses told him he was refusing to eat or drink, and too violent to reason with nor release to anywhere but the police or psychiatric hospital. Soon, there were more reports of uncharacteristicly aggressive actions from PZ's victims. And from there.... Well, it's your choice where the story goes, but it didn't take long for Scar to put the puzzle together.

-(@basaltdragon.)

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lewishamil10n · 4 years

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sam and john get into a fight after a hunt and frustrated/just exhausted, dean makes some remarks against sam. Believing the words true, sam cuts himself off emotionally. Becomes like a robot, the perfect hunter; doesnt care about school anymore, does training w/o complaints, responds with "yes sir" or "no sir". John is proud and dean is..well we know dean Kind of major hury/comfort

hi anon! thank you for the prompt, i hope you enjoy it!

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John’s fury is evident and unmistakable from the way he slams the car door shut with enough force to make the entire vehicle shake on its frame. Dean shares a look with Sam before getting in the front, while Sam suppresses a sigh and folds himself into the backseat. The situation is not at all helped by the fact that all three of them are covered in dirt, grime, blood, and unidentifiable pieces of monster gunk.

“Well, that went well,” Sam mutters, as John stabs the key into the ignition.

“God, Sam, shut up,” hisses Dean from the front, glaring.

Sam just rolls his eyes and folds his arms, settling into his seat.

John ignores his remark for about two miles, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Dean is staring straight ahead, shoulders set in a tense line, while Sam stares moodily out the window, counting down the minutes till he can get in the shower and get himself clean.

“It would have gone a lot better if you’d just listened to me,” John says, halfway on the way to their motel of the week.

“Yeah but it was fine, right?” Dean says hurriedly, tensing further. “I mean, we’re all fine, and the monster’s dead, and no one else got hurt–”

“This time,” John cuts in. “What happens next time? Have you thought about that, Sam?”

“I did what I thought was best, Dad,” Sam retorts from the back. “And it worked out, didn’t it?”

“You almost got everyone killed!” John barks. “Look, when I’m on a hunt, I need to know that my sons have my back. I need to know they’ll listen to me.”

“What if you’re wrong?” Sam shoots back.

“Sam,” groans Dean. “Just shut up and listen to him, man–”

“You shut up,” Sam snaps back, “you won’t even listen to what I’m saying–”

“I need to know that you trust me,” John interrupts. “And that means listening to what I’m saying without arguing. Is that clear?”

“But it’s possible that you could be wrong!” Sam argues. “Right? I mean, you’re only human–”

“Sam, I don’t want to hear it,” snaps John, fingers so tight on the wheel that it’s only a matter of time before something breaks. “If you’re going to be like this, I’m not gonna let you come on any hunts–”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sam fires back. “I can just sit on my ass in some dirty motel while you and Dean go off being heroes–” He says the last word with a contemptuous curl of his lip.

“Yeah, you know what, I think I would like that,” John retorts, glaring at Sam in the rearview mirror. “You don’t listen to me, you don’t do what I say, when I say it – you’re a liability on a hunt, Sam! Someday you’re going to get yourself or someone else hurt – or worse, killed. Maybe it would be better if you stayed back while Dean and I went–”

“And got yourselves killed!” Sam finishes, glaring back, arms crossed tightly across his narrow chest.

“Sam, Dad, come on,” Dean tries again, tone cajoling. “Can we just wait till we’re back, and we can all shower and cool down–”

“Stay out of it,” Sam snaps at him.

“I’m just trying to help!” Dean points out.

“Don’t,” Sam says, turning his glare on his brother.

“Why not?” argues Dean. “Dad’s right, Sam, you don’t listen! Do you know how close it was tonight?”

“We didn’t even get so much as a scratch!” Sam retorts. “Come on, Dean, you’re telling me you’re okay with following orders all the time?”

“Yeah!” Dean answers. “And you should be, too!”

“Well, I’m not–” begins Sam, but Dean, clearly having had enough, cuts him off.

“I don’t want to hear another damn word,” he growls. “Dammit, Sam. I don’t get why Dad brings you along, when all you do is argue and argue and argue. I just don’t understand what I’m supposed to do with you, man, ‘cause you’re not helping out at all. I know you don’t give a shit about the thing that killed Mom, but the least you could do is care about us. Or you know what, maybe you can keep on with your crap, and then when something finally gets us, you’ll be happy.”

“I–” Sam begins, and then stops, stunned. What the fuck can he say to that? “How could you think I’d–” He stops again. “Dad! You really think I’d want that–”

“I don’t know, Sam,” John says, exasperated. “Not like you’re listening to any sense these days.”

“I don’t–” Sam tries again. Every argument he’d had in his head, every justification for his behavior, has vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but nausea. For his own father and brother to think that he’d want something to happen to them just to have his way… he has no idea how to respond.

“What?” Dean says from the front. “Not gonna tell me exactly where I can stow it?”

Sam remains quiet.

“Good,” says Dean, as John takes a sharp turn into the motel parking lot.

Sam stays silent as the three of them pile into the motel room. John heads for the shower before either of his sons can claim it, leaving the two of them behind to sort out and clean weapons. Sam takes his gun apart with a dissociated sort of practice, mind still spinning as he goes through the familiar motions.

Once or twice it looks like Dean wants to say something to Sam, but Sam pretends he doesn’t see it. Eventually Dean is the first to cave; he sits down next to Sam, and says, “Hey, man.”

Sam doesn’t respond.

“Hey, look, you know I didn’t mean it, right?” Dean continues, not deterred by Sam’s silence. “I was just tired, okay? And mad.”

Sam takes in a deep breath, lets it out, and then says, “Okay, Dean. It’s fine.”

Dean blinks, looking surprised that it should be so easy, but before he can say anything, the bathroom door opens and John steps out. Immediately Dean is on his feet, calling dibs as he all but runs into the bathroom. There’s no need, really, considering Sam hasn’t moved from his spot and has no intention to until he’s got his gun cleaned, oiled, and reassembled.

“Good,” John says approvingly as he sees what Sam’s doing. He makes his way to his bag and pulls out clean clothes.

Sam doesn’t answer. He finishes with his own gun and then reaches for Dean’s, left there half-completed where Dean had abandoned it on his quest to finish all the hot water. Normally Sam would say something about it, but right now all he can do is keep his eyes on his hands and not say a word, because he’s afraid that if he opens his mouth he might throw up.

He does John’s gun too, before Dean finally steps out of the shower. True to Sam’s expectations, there’s no hot water left, but he doesn’t complain. Instead he washes himself off, focusing on the simple actions of soaping himself up and rinsing himself off. It should not be this hard, but his mind feels like it’s spinning and he doesn’t think he could do anything more complicated than a shower right now. It’s a miracle he’s managed to do the guns, but that’s probably because he’s so practiced at it by this point that he could do it in his sleep.

There’s food on the table by the time Sam is done showering. John and Dean are already eating, but when Dean sees Sam he pushes a brown, grease-stained bag towards him. The last thing Sam wants to do right now is eat, but it’ll be suspicious if he doesn’t, so he accepts the bag and retreats to his bed instead of joining them at the table.

The smell of grease is almost overwhelming when Sam opens the bag. It stains his hands as he lifts his burger out, and he holds his breath before taking a bite. It tastes exactly like it smells – like it’s been cooked one too many times, like the bun was just on the verge of mold before it was rescued to be put into his sandwich, like the lettuce was grown in 800 BC. Trying not to think about it, Sam closes his eyes, and swallows.

He’s not sure how he manages to finish it, but it sits uncomfortably heavy in his stomach long after everyone’s gone to bed. John’s snoring in his bed, and Dean’s sprawled in the other one, while Sam tries to make himself comfortable on the couch. He’s the only one who can still fit on it, at least until he gets taller. Growth spurt should hit any day now, he hopes, considering he’s already sixteen and still comes up just to Dean’s shoulder.

He doesn’t sleep until it’s almost dawn.

–

Despite having slept so late, Sam’s the first one up the next morning. John and Dean are still snoring away in their respective beds, and Sam glances over at them before making his way to the bathroom. His stomach feels strange, and there’s bile in the back of his throat.

He brushes his teeth without looking at himself in the mirror, and emerges from the bathroom to find that his father and brother are still asleep. Moving quietly so that he doesn’t wake them, Sam goes back to the couch and sits down on it. His mind’s still spinning. It seems the couple hours of sleep he got haven’t helped at all.

Last night’s hunt had been a disaster, even if they all survived without much more than a scratch here and there. The longer that Sam thinks about it, the more he realizes that his family’s right. He’d done what he thought was right, but by going against John’s orders he’d endangered all of them. He’s lucky it didn’t go bad when there was every chance that it could have.

And in some twisted kind of way, it makes sense that Dean would translate that to Sam not caring about them. Sam’s own actions made it look that way. All he does is complain about having to hunt, and moving all the time, and how much he hates his life. It’s got to wear on John and Dean, and Sam finds he doesn’t really blame them for being angry with him. He’s been inviting it for years now.

He’s gotta be better, he thinks. He’s gotta make sure his family never gets hurt because of him. Because, contrary to what they think, he couldn’t bear that. The last thing he’d ever want to do is harm them. And if that means he’s got to sacrifice some of his free will, and keep his mouth shut every now and then… fine. He’ll do it. If that’s what it takes to show them that he does care about them, then he’ll do it.

They’re all he’s got. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if they decide they don’t need him after all.

–

He’s already running laps around the motel parking lot when Dean and John emerge from the room, hair mussed and faces still sleepy. For a moment they both freeze, gaping at him, but he pays them no mind. The longer he keeps this up, the faster he’ll be. Less of a liability.

“Sam, you all right?” John calls out after a few seconds of watching Sam run.

“Yessir!” Sam calls back, without stopping.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks incredulously.

“Training,” Sam answers, running past him.

Dean and John share a look, and then John goes back inside, muttering, “Not awake enough for this.” Dean stays, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching Sam run, but he doesn’t say a word and neither does Sam.

He continues training even after John comes out. He does every drill John makes them do, and he doesn’t complain even when it feels like he’s going to collapse any moment. He doesn’t stop until John tells them to, and all three of them pile into the Impala for lunch.

They stay at the motel for a week longer, and all seven days Sam is up before the two of them, running in the motel parking lot. He keeps his talking to a minimum, doesn’t argue with John even once, and does everything that’s asked of him. Both John and Dean look pleasantly surprised every time it happens, which means that Sam was right. If he’s better, they’re going to want him around, and he won’t be left behind.

–

John finds a hunt a few states over. They settle down into an abandoned house, and without having to be asked Sam begins clearing out old furniture and dusting the place, making it fit to be lived in for the couple weeks they’ll be here. John and Dean join in, helping, but neither of them say a word about it. Sam almost wishes they would, but then he remembers the last time the three of them had had a conversation, and decides maybe it’s for the best that they don’t talk.

He continues his morning runs, and the afternoon training with John, and he researches everything John asks. He spars with Dean, does whatever he’s asked to do, and keeps his head down as much as he can.

“Hey,” says Dean, joining him at the table on their fourth night there. “You busy?”

Sam looks up from the notes he’d been making about the case. “No,” he says.

“How’s that coming along?” Dean asks, nodding towards the newspaper clippings.

“It’s fine,” Sam tells him. “I think it’s a rawhead.”

“Yeah?” Dean says. “Dad thinks it’s a werewolf.”

Sam opens his mouth to argue his case, and then remembers that that’s exactly the kind of thing that got them here. “Maybe it is,” he says in the end with a shrug, going back to his notes. It could be, it really could. They don’t have many clues beyond mauled bodies.

“Man, you okay?” Dean asks, and the concern in his voice makes Sam look up.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m fine, Dean.”

“You’ve been acting weird,” Dean continues.

“I’m fine,” Sam repeats.

“Sure?” Dean, it seems, is not letting go until he’s satisfied.

“Dean, leave it,” Sam sighs. “Lemme work, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean says after a moment, getting up. He settles on the couch across the room, but keeps his eyes on Sam, frowning. Sam doesn’t look up even though he feels Dean’s gaze acutely.

–

And so it goes on. He runs, he trains, he researches. Dean tries asking him a couple more times if he’s fine, but stops when he gets one too many glares from Sam. John, for all intents and purposes, seems unbothered by everything.

“Man, something’s up with Sammy, Dad.” Dean’s voice is quiet in the dark, their sixth night there.

“Like what?” comes John’s voice from the other bed, gruff from sleep.

Sam remains still on his sofa. They don’t know he’s awake, and he’s not about to let them find out.

“He’s quieter,” Dean says. “And he’s listening to every single thing we say.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” John says.

“I mean, yeah,” Dean replies after a moment. “It’s just not like him, is all.”

“Maybe he just finally learned his lesson,” John says after a moment.

“Maybe,” Dean repeats, not sounding convinced.

There’s the sound of John turning over in bed, and then he says, “I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, son. Maybe that’s all that Sam needed – a little kick in the ass. As long as he’s doing what I say, I’m not gonna complain.”

“Right,” says Dean after another pause. “Guess so. ‘Night, Dad.”

A moment later, John’s snores fill the room. Couple more minutes, and Dean’s breathing evens out too, indicating he’s asleep.

Sam remains wide awake the entire night.

–

On their eleventh night there, it’s a full moon, and John decides it’s the best time to go after the werewolf. He arms himself and his sons to the teeth with silver bullets and silver knives, makes sure they’re all in order, and then the three of them set out.

Sam, for his part, is still not entirely sure it’s a werewolf. For one, even if it is, they don’t know what it looks like when it’s human. Sam knows John suspects the Sheriff, who’s got a barely used hunting cabin in the woods. That’s where they’re headed right now.

John parks the Impala at the edge of the woods and then goes over the plan with Dean and Sam once more before the three of them set out. Sam and Dean are going to set traps in the cabin, while John keeps guard and makes sure they’re not taken by surprise.

It’s not a bad plan. It’s worked for them before, and there’s no reason it shouldn’t work tonight. The three of them are ready, prepared for anything, and Sam can see that John feels confident.

All Sam has to do is listen to John and Dean, and everything will be fine.

It’s not.

The rawhead lunges out at them the moment Sam pushes open the door to the cabin. It’s on Sam before he can react, hissing, biting and scratching, and he manages to get two shots off before it pushes him to the ground. It makes no difference; the rawhead is undeterred by the silver, and Sam can already smell the rot on its breath. Somewhere above him he can hear Dean yelling, and gunshots, but there’s no point.

He tries to reach for his knife, but there isn’t any space. The rawhead has him pinned to the forest floor, teeth snarling inches away from his throat, and Sam is not ashamed to admit he’s panicking a little. “Dean!” he yells out, voice thin and reedy with fear.

“Hang in there!” Dean yells back. “Dammit, Dad, the taser’s back in the car–”

“Dean, move!” Sam hears John shout.

The rawhead’s head whips to one side as if it’s been hit, and it looks up and snarls at something Sam can’t see. A second later, it’s being dragged backward, and Sam raises his head to see that Dean’s got it by the ankles and is pulling it off Sam. In the distance he can see John rushing over, silver knife in hand.

“Dad,” Sam manages to say, before the rawhead’s jaws snap shut around his thigh and pull. He screams in pain as he feels his flesh torn out, and Dean curses loud and vehement.

The pain in Sam’s leg is already unbearable, white-hot and blinding, and he can feel his vision tunnel as his blood spurts hot and dark-crimson all over his legs. His breath is coming in short, quick bursts, and his heart is beating so fast he thinks it might burst, and his head feels heavy, eyes fluttering shut. The last thing he registers before passing out is John stabbing the rawhead in the eye with his knife.

–

He swims in and out of consciousness for a while after that. He vaguely registers Dean carrying him to the Impala, talking to him in panicked tones; he can hear John, cursing out everything and everyone; and he feels every jolt, every movement of the car, jarring his thigh and making him whimper.

“We’ve gotta get him to a hospital,” Dean says at one point. “We’ll say it was an animal attack, or something–”

“Yeah, that’s where we’re headed,” John answers, voice tight.

Sam tries to open his eyes, but he’s too tired, and the pain in his leg is too much, and Dean’s fingers in his hair feel really nice. He passes out again.

–

He can hear beeping when he finally wakes up. The pain in his leg has diminished to a mild ache, and when he opens his eyes he realizes he’s in the hospital.

Sam turns his head, taking his surroundings in. There’s a thick layer of gauze taped around his thigh, and an IV dripping morphine into his veins to keep his pain levels down. Next to his bed, John and Dean are asleep in plastic chairs, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Sam watches them for a few moments. John looks weary, shoulders drooping from stress, while there are dried tear marks on Dean’s face. It makes Sam’s heart stick in his throat. This is exactly what he hadn’t wanted – for John and Dean to be hurt in any way. This definitely counts.

His throat feels dry; there is a glass of water on the small table by his bed, and he reaches out for it. The sudden movement jostles his leg, and Sam lets out a small sound of pain, pressing his lips together to try to remain quiet.

It doesn’t work. Dean and John both bolt upright at once, and then in the next second they’re hovering over Sam, voices overlapping as they both try to talk at the same time.

“Sammy! You’re awake!”

“Damn near scared the soul out of my body, son–”

“I thought we lost you, man, it was pretty bad–”

“Are you in pain, Sam? Do you need anything?”

“Water,” Sam croaks out, not even trying to make sense of anything else.

Dean hands him the glass of water and helps him take a few sips. He puts it aside when Sam’s done, and then asks, voice low, “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” Sam answers truthfully.

“Does it hurt?” John asks, concerned.

Sam shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.”

They sit down, bringing their chairs closer to the bed so that they can still talk to Sam. “They had to transfuse two units of blood,” Dean tells him, looking shaken. “It was a near thing, man, it was so close to your femoral artery.”

“You got about a ton of stitches,” John adds. “It’s gonna be one nasty scar.”

“But you’ll be fine,” Dean finishes. “You’ll be living off antibiotics and painkillers for a while, but you’ll be okay.”

“Can I still hunt?” Sam asks.

There’s an incredulous silence at that. John and Dean both stare at him, and then at each other, and then back at him. Sam watches them, confused. And then John asks, “Sam, don’t worry about that right now.”

“I gotta know, Dad,” Sam says, trying hard to keep his voice non-argumentative. “‘Cause if I can’t then I’m just useless–”

“Don’t say that,” Dean interrupts, a flash of anger in his voice. “Don’t you say that, man, you’re not useless–”

“Dean told me you knew it was a rawhead,” John interrupts. “Said you’d figured it out while you were researching the case.”

Sam remains quiet. He doesn’t know what John wants to hear.

“Why didn’t you say so?” John asks him.

“I wasn’t sure,” Sam says after a few moments. “Dean said you said it was a werewolf, and that made sense.”

“But you were right,” John points out, and the statement is so out of the blue that it takes Sam a few seconds to register it. “You were right, Sam. You should’ve told me.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam says quietly, looking away. “Maybe I should’ve packed a taser, or–”

“Sam, I’m not mad at you,” John cuts in.

That’s another thing Sam’s not expecting; he blinks up at his father, frowning as he tries to figure it out. “I don’t understand,” he says. “I messed up, I could’ve gotten you or Dean hurt–”

“Sam, you almost died,” Dean interrupts. He looks torn, face crumpled as he leans closer to Sam and puts his hand on Sam’s arm. “What would we have done without you, man?”

“I’m sorry,” Sam says again after a few moments, because he doesn’t know what else to say. Nothing makes sense right now, not Dean, not the way John’s looking at him with a pained sort of expression, or the way they’re not chewing him out for messing up on a hunt. Again.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” John asks, voice unexpectedly gentle.

Sam reaches for his blanket and pulls it higher until it’s obscuring half his face. It’s a childish gesture, and he knows that he’s too old for it, but it helps to have something to hide behind. “’Cause I could’ve been wrong,” he says in the end, voice slightly muffled into the blanket. “I was before, and I nearly got you and Dean hurt. And I didn’t want that to happen again.”

“Well, it didn’t,” Dean says. “Instead, you got hurt, and we had to watch that thing take a bite out of you like you’re a fucking hamburger–”

“Dean,” admonishes John.

“What?” Dean retorts. He’s tearing up again, eyes wet as he continues, “He was bleeding out in my lap, Dad! We didn’t even know if he’d make it–”

“I’m fine,” Sam says automatically.

“Don’t you dare say that to me,” Dean almost snarls, turning to Sam. “You’ve been saying that for near a month now and you’re clearly not fine.”

“Wait,” says John, blinking. He leans forward, narrowing his eyes at Sam. “Is that why you were so quiet and listening to everything I said?”

“Yes,” Sam whispers, feeling his own eyes well up. He closes them, not wanting to appear weak in front of his father and brother. “I didn’t – I didn’t wanna mess up again. And Dean said I didn’t care about you guys, and it’s not true, it’s not, and I didn’t wanna be wrong and get you hurt–” His voice breaks, and he stops talking, squeezing his eyes tighter in an attempt to keep the tears in.

There is a very loud sort of silence for a while. Sam doesn’t open his eyes, not wanting to see John and Dean’s expressions right now. He’s scared, he realizes, of what they might be thinking.

Then Dean says, sounding pained, “Sammy–” and stops.

And John says, “Oh, Sam,” in the exact same tone, and a moment later his hand is in Sam’s hair, warm and heavy. “Son, open your eyes,” he says softly.

“No,” Sam whispers, hating how choked he sounds.

“Sam,” John cajoles gently. “Look at me, son.”

Slowly, unwillingly, Sam obeys. A tear falls out and rolls down the side of his face into the pillow, and he wants to reach up and wipe it off, but John’s expression is making him feel cornered right now, and just behind his father he can see Dean, looking stunned, and he doesn’t know what to do.

“Of course we know you care about us,” John says, running his palm down Sam’s face. “We never doubted it, not even for a second.”

“Dean said,” begins Sam, voice wet.

“I didn’t mean it, Sammy,” croaks Dean, moving closer so he can put his hand on Sam’s arm. “God, kid, you’ve gotta know I didn’t mean it. I was just mad, okay, and I said some crap, but I didn’t mean a single word–”

“But you were right,” Sam says shakily.

“No, I wasn’t,” Dean tells him, at the same time that John says, “No, he wasn’t.”

“It was a stupid thing to say,” Dean says, wiping angrily at his face with his free hand. “I shouldn’t have said it, man, I’m so sorry.”

“Me too,” John adds. “I shouldn’t have let you think that I agreed with that.”

“You’re not useless or a burden or anything like that,” Dean tells Sam, gently grasping at the blanket and pulling at it. Sam doesn’t resist, letting Dean pull it down so that he can see Sam’s face. “You’re family, Sammy. You’re my little brother. And I never shoulda let this crap go on as long as it did.”

“You’re the reason I do what I do,” John admits quietly. Sam looks up at him, surprised. “It’s true,” John adds with a wry smile at the look on Sam’s face. “It does frustrate me sometimes when you don’t listen to me, and sometimes I wonder if you argue with me just for the sake of it. But you’re my son, and you’re a part of this family, Sam. And that means that anything you’ve got to say, I’ll listen. Whether it’s about a hunt, or something else. But I need you to trust me too, okay?”

Sam considers this for a few seconds, and then reaches out from under the blanket to grip weakly at John’s wrist for a couple seconds before letting go. “Okay, Dad,” he says.

“And don’t you ever do that to us again,” Dean adds, taking Sam’s hand and squeezing it. “You hear, Sammy? Or I swear I’ll kick your ass, and I don’t give a crap if you’ve got half your leg missing.”

“I’m sure it won’t come to that,” John says quickly before Sam can retort. “Right, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam says, and attempts a smile. His chest feels lighter than it has in about a month. They know he loves them. They know.

John smiles back, and brushes some of Sam’s hair back from his face. “Good,” he says softly.

“You know,” Dean says after a moment, reaching out with his free hand to wipe first at Sam’s face, and then his own. “I never thought I’d say this, but I actually missed your bitching, man.”

“And I am never going to admit this again, not even under pain of death, but… I missed it, too,” John adds.

“What, seriously?” Sam asks, grinning at the two of them.

“Yeah,” John says. “It’s a good thing, sometimes. Keeps me on my toes, you know. Even your old man needs to be challenged every now and then. But not all the time,” he adds hurriedly, as if afraid Sam’s going to take this as permission to fight John 24/7.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Sam tells him.

He loves them, and they know it, and they don’t think he’s useless or weak or a bad hunter. And his dad’s smiling down at him, and Dean’s holding his hand, and even though he had to almost get eaten, this is worth it. It feels like they’ve reached some kind of equilibrium, and all Sam can do is hope that it lasts for as long as possible.

Things aren’t perfect between the three of them, and his life isn’t perfect either, and chances are that it probably won’t ever be. But he can handle it, Sam thinks, day by day. As long as he’s got his family, he thinks he can take it one step at a time, and see where that leads them.

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headcanon meme : dating edition / accepting. @tiltedsun : 💘 + isaiah & makoto uwu

where they first met and how ooo i’m not sure ?? feel like they ended up in the same area when they were both traveling back and forth, kind of hit it off then / are both looking for company

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved hmm I’m not sure it took terribly long for feelings to get involved on makoto’s part bc it was kind of a more vulnerable situation for them?? isaiah was just generally a flirt with them and he did like them / was fond, but it wasn’t necessarily a romantic thing until they met up again.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ) we know it was makoto </3 and that it took a While for isaiah to really reciprocate at all

where their first date was and what it was like it was definitely something simple, but probably would have had to be something that actually involved them going out to really consider it any sort of date.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) for them really put on a label on it, it probably had to be a conversation that had to have to sort out what they both want / what they’re willing to give, but was likely something that had to be initiated by makoto bc u know isaiahs not gonna start it

who proposes first hm,,,,,,, no

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away they wouldn’t be very vocal about it / I don’t think they’d have many people to really tell to begin with. it also probably takes some time for isaiah to ease into the label, so they’d be lowkey about it at first

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) if,,,,,,, IF it ever happens, also something relatively simple, would probably need to be Another conversation and not something too spontaneous bc I don’t think they’d be sure of how either would react

if they adopt any pets together makoto already has taro and she is enough <3

who’s more dominant hmm isaiah i think, kind of pushes his way most of the time

where their first kiss was and what it was like early on since they’re just hooking up initially, wasn’t something too,,,,, Big ig??

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) if they do it’s something smaller, probably a piece of jewelry or a little token. I think we might have mentioned them having like little matching bracelets or something?? maybe rings if things get more serious

how into pda they are they don’t show a lot of pda, maybe holding hands at the most and even that might take a little getting used to

who holds the umbrella when it rains I think makoto would be the one who holds it at the start bc they like doing little gestures like that, but isaiah might take it after a bit bc he also wants to help

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ) hmm i don’t think they have a usual spot, but they have a lot of little dates at makoto’s place or maybe have a spot nearby where they might go to eat

who’s more protective maybe…. makoto? I’m not sure they have a lot to be protective of with him, but they’d be the one to show it more maybe? I think isaiah gets progressively more protective the more time he spends with them, though it could also be labeled as just defensive

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) Immediately BDJKFG but yknow, that was the initial arrangement but like actual sleeping / sharing a bed together took a little longer, probably after they met up again

if they argue about anything definitely, isaiah’s leaving sparks most of their arguments, as well as just not seeing eye to eye with what they both want from each other

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) ooo they both definitely do. makoto’s one of the few people isaiah let's leave any kinda marks on him and he definitely does the same to them, though they vary a little more on what kind of marks they are

who steals whose clothes and how often isaiah might borrow something from them but makoto definitely wears whatever he might leave behind when he’s not there and when he is gbjkfd

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) sometimes, as a lil treat,,,, usually spoon I think, especially if isaiah’s sleeping over and kinda alternate who's holding who, sometimes face each other but not usually

what their favourite nonsexual activity is hm maybe watching movies together or playing something, once makoto gets him into it gbdfkg

how long they stay mad at each other hmmmmm i think makoto’s the one to really get mad at isaiah but i’m not sure that it lasts for too long bc they don’t want to keep him away. isaiah might get frustrated more than angry, will get a bit distant for a while but ends up coming back when he can

what their usual coffee / tea orders are not sure if they have a steady kind or order,,, might switch around isaiah usually gets plain coffee but probably tries to take some of makoto’s sometimes bc he doesnt wanna order something new <3

if they ever have any children together unlikely i think gbdkfgd

if they have any special pet names for each other I don’t think they have any specific / special ones, but isaiah likes to use them from time to time bc he knows they get flustered

if they ever split up and / or get back together yeahhh maybe a few times. had that initial splitting up when they stopped being fwb / seeing each other, then fell back into it a while later na dhad some more, probably smaller scale splitting ups scattered around. also a little hard to keep track of them bc of how often they’re just generally separated

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) hmm think if they ever move in together, isaiah would probably let makoto kind of take care of the set up bc he’s not too used to it gkjfdgdf so maybe wouldn’t be too different from makoto’s current place at first

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like hmmm lowkey,,, if it happens?? might spend the night in together, makoto probably has some lil things planned and isaiah would go along with it <3

what their names are in each other’s phones honestly probably just have each other’s names gkdf makoto would be the one to have something different, but I think they’d be a little hesitant if he saw, maybe has a heart??

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) hmm would take them a bit to get into any kind of tradition,

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first isaiah likes to make sure he wakes up first, doesn’t normally sleep in, but also kinda likes having the option to Leave unnoticed if he ever needs / wants to

who’s the big spoon / little spoon they trade off!! depends on the mood and maybe whos being fussier gbkdff

who hogs the bathroom hmmm could go either way or Neither, maybe isaiah if he’s got something to do afterwards

who kills the spiders / takes them outside could also go either way, makoto kinda seems like a take them outside person and isaiah might panic and squish on sight </3

#tiltedsun #isaiah && makoto.#isaiah / hc.#maybe i just want them to be Happy

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gohyuck · 7 years

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Sleepovers with NCT Dream

anon asked: Am I allowed to request sleepover/slumber parties with NCT Dream? Just somethin cute n fluffy

okay so i’m not sure if this is like each individual member or with the group as a whole so i did...both?

uh for each of them the other members aren’t present because just...assume that the specific member kicked them out for the night or they dont wanna bother member/reader haha

under the cut

mark

“fight me mark lee”

you regret the words like...as soon as they leave you because the moment you finish your sentence you get a face full of pillow

youd forgotten your clothes in the excitement of being able to sleepover at your boyfriend’s so long story short you’re decked out in one of his thinner t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants

moments before disaster (aka The Pillow) struck you’d been chilling out on the couch and you both were pigging out just watching tv or something

then mark decided to s t e a l a c h i p f r o m y o u r b o w l

you couldn’t just TAKE THAT

so yeah you mouth off and then get pillowed in the face and after the initial shock wears off you kinda just calmly get up and walk slowly towards the kitchen counter to put your food away so it doesnt spill

all the while mark is shaking in his boots the fear is BUILDING

because hes going over the scenarios of what you might do next in his head he doesnt notice you discretely picking up a pillow

he does feel it tho when you hit him upside the head with it

W A R ensues its like... Armageddon

until you pin mark down because hes laughing way too hard to fight back

“cry uncle” “NEVER” tickles him once “uNCLE”

he calls for a truce and you give him one with a warning about stealing food and hes like ok fine ill get my own chips next time and you guys resume watching the movie

his arms around you and youre just using him as a headrest/backrest and its overall a really soft time tbh

mark is really comfortable tbh

and you guys have been dating for a while (dream’s parents) so it’s just like a normal date, practically

its just really chill like you guys dont do much other than marathon movies and pillow fight and pig out

and make small talk

and steal kisses

playing random games like ispy or something just seems like a mark thing

planning future hang outs and dates lol

“hey on our next date im taking you out to dinner” “and a movie” “you bet” “mark i was kiddi-” “its my treat”

it gets late fast though (time flies when you’re having fun) and you notice this and look over to say that maybe you guys should sleep only to find your bf knocked out on the other side of the couch

again

you cant help but smile at the sight

he’s so overworked, you don’t have the heart to wake him up

instead you turn off the tv, put up all the foodstuffs and clean the area quickly, put the pillows up and lay a pillow out on the ground by the couch and find a blanket and then turn off the lights before lying down

when mark wakes up the next morning he wakes up before you and sighs before stepping over you lightly to brush and stuff and to pour cereal for the two of you (hes not even going to TRY to cook)

once you wake up hes like “why didnt you wake me i wouldve taken the floor” and youre just like “yeah thats why i didnt wake you” and he just shakes his head because he cant argue with you and honestly hes

kinda touched, just a little

you have to leave all too soon but you dont go before getting a goodbye kiss and a promise to have another sleepover very soon

just....soft..soft times

renjun

board game central

hes just

head in the game lolol (dont kill me for that joke)

monopoly? clue? sorry? you name it he’s got it like...this boy doesn’t play when it comes to board games

no pun intended

the first half of the night is just you guys playing random board games as best you can with just two people

and then he brings out the chess board

that’s when it gets bumpin tbh

by bumpin i mean you and your boyfriend nearly wring each others throats during the match...but with your minds...because neither of you are speaking you’re THAT concentrated

it’s.....2 hours long

and in the end you guys have to call a draw and like you sit back and just stare at each other blinking and eventually renjun speaks

and his voice is hoarse because neither of you have spoken in a while and the first thing he says (very matter-of-factly, too) is “i’m going to flip the board now”

and you just go “go ahead” hoarsely as well because you’re just in mild shock that nobody won that intense ass match

he flips the board and looks up and stares at you and you stare back and suddenly the two of you are crying of laughter like

majorly uncontrollable you’re just rolling on the floor wheezing

after you both calm down renjun goes to the kitchen to find something to eat and he’s like “it’s 1 in the morning oh my god we haven’t even eaten dinner what the heck” and that sends you into another fit of laughter

“wait but we still have to have like a pillow fight and watch dumb romcoms and horrors and stuff we have so much to do and so little time” “renjun we don’t have to do all the cliche sleepover stuff” “ok but consider this: itll be fun” “its like ass thirty in the morning though/??” “are you saying we cant do it because if so now we HAVE to do it” “...you get the pillows i’ll get the popcorn put the worst movie you can find into the dvd player”

after a few movies its like 5: 30 am and the two of you are still awake

“are you still up” “no are you” “no”

neither of you wants to be the first to fall asleep

competitive couple af

you guys start a two person game of truth or dare and it ends up getting mushy because for a truth renjun asks you like how you knew you wanted to date him

and you get serious and stuff (which he didn’t foresee he expected an answer like “well you look like moomin and like....i love moomin”) and you come at him with like “when i started noticing that your eyes sparkle when you sing and just how happy you make other people and how you love what you do and how-”

he attacks you with a massive hug because oh my god you’re so sweet he’s getting a cavity

“i like you a lot, you know” “i’d hope so i just ate like 90% of your snack stash renjun” “i take that back”

you guys are still awake when mark comes back to the dorm

when he gets out of the shower, however, is a different story - you and renjun are dead asleep while sitting on the couch, awkwardly wrapped around each other

a photoshoot courtesy of mark’s phone camera ensues

(mark goes to sleep to ice cubes in his pillow that night, courtesy of you and renjun)

jeno

king of planning

like he mentally knows everything that can and will go wrong and stuff and knows where the extra pillows and blankets are and is aware of what you’re gonna wanna do and just...he Knows

the first thing you guys do when you get to the dorm is bake brownies

he makes sure to take videos of the whole process and send them to the other members

jeno: guess what yall are missing out on ;) jisung: i hate this family

the kind of bf to try to feed you the brownies and get the food literally everywhere but your mouth

for as put together as he is you guys end up having brownies and ice cream for dinner lol neither of you can be bothered to cook dinner

“babe should we order out” “i mean you can if you want to” “...but jenoooo that means getting up and getting to my phone” “that’s what i thought”

has a cache of games and movies and shows

“take your pick”

you guys end up playing random card games like ERS or blackjack for a while

it honestly is never boring tho because you and jeno are just so comfortable with each other every moment is great no matter what you’re doing

i feel like jeno’s the kind of guy to call his SO a bunch of cute nicknames like he just wants you to know how cute he thinks you are and he does that thru nicknames

“love...” “babe...” “sweetheart...”

after a while though you run out of card games to play and jeno’s about to suggest watching something on tv when he sees your expression

“...what’s on your mind” “...we could mess with your members a little...” “prank calls?” “you know me so well”

within an hour the two of you have convinced yuta that aliens are real and can use cellphones and gotten taeyong to believe that “swag” is a polish swear word and that donghyuck needs to be punished whenever he says it

and jaemin thinks he’s being relentlessly contacted by clowns from a circus in the next town over who think that he’s stolen their tiny car

you guys pass more time just talking and stuff

and putting on songs and dancing to them it’s Good Fun

he makes you take his bed and sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag

you feel awful about it though so when you’re sure he asleep you go find the other sleeping bag and take your pillow and sleep beside him on the floor

he’s super shook when he wakes up but when he realizes that you didn’t want him to be lonely on the floor his smile is as bright as the sun

texts his friends for help on how to cook a nice breakfast

jeno: yo does anyone know how to make breakfast haechan: yeah jeno: cool what are the directions haechan: i didn’t say i’d give them to you

by this time you’re awake and just like “ok let me handle breakfast”

the two of you just end up eating plain rice and eggs (because you aren’t confident in your kitchen skills) and giggling over the crappy pictures you’re taking of each other eating

all in all the perfect date/sleepover

haechan

the moment you walk in the first thing that happens is that haechan pulls you into a hug

the second thing that happens is he holds you at an arm’s length, looks you straight in the eyes, and goes “we have to make a pillow fort”

you 100% agree it’s a necessity

after putting your bag down on the kitchen he basically drags you to the living room

the couch gets pushed back against the wall, the coffee table is moved to the side and chairs are moved back so there’s just a big floorspace directly in front of the tv

“let’s use four chairs as like pillars to hold up the blankets and bring all our food, phones, everything in so we don’t have to leave the fort the whole night” “i like the way you think.. we should go out some time, get to know each other better” “hyuck we’re dating”

i feel like haechan’s the type to be reserved with pda and stick to handholding (only sometimes, even then) because he’s embarrassed around the other members because they like teasing y’all

BUT when you guys are alone he’s totally different

like after the fort is finished and there are blankets above your heads and you’re both changed into makeshift pjs (just shorts and shirts tbh) and theres pillows around the fort’s perimeter and the tv is on he’ll like

grab whatever you’re currently eating and hold it up and whenever you lean over to reach it he’ll just lean back or move it just out of your reach again

“give it backkkk” “only if you kiss me” “...honestly i was going to do that anyways but now that you’re asking i don’t want to”

leaning into him and him closing his eyes because he expects a kiss and his arm naturally lowering lolol you grab the food and move back without even a peck on the cheek

a pouty haechan emerges

he wont talk to you again unless you kiss him and youre like ugh this big baby

but you dont wanna spend the whole night conversationless so you comply and he pulls you in

suddenly yall are rolling around in the fort laughing and having a play fight just cute af tbh

“hey hyuck we have approximately 9 hours before the other guys come back and i have to go and we have to sleep sometime so we basically have 3 hours to pull some amazing prank” “not to worry, sweetheart - i already have an idea”

and thats when you two set about to turn literally everything upside down in everyone’s rooms

it takes forever because he puts music on while you guys are working and you both end up ballroom dancing to michael jackson

once its done neither of you can breathe from laughing so hard

he makes a really quick dinner and the two of you eat it in the fort

while trading stories from the past couple weeks

“so you’re telling me she just...drank the entire cup of coffee after pouring two monster energies into it” “yeah she straight up chugged it i was in AWE”

all of this is done facing each other while holding hands on one side and eating with the other

“hey is that my shirt” “might be? i just found it in my drawers” “it’s definitely mine” “no wonder it’s so soft”

you guys fall asleep really late (or early, depending on how you look at it) because you spend so much time just TALKING

there’s 80s movies playing on the tv in the background

you fall asleep on your pillow but wake up like sideways using haechan’s chest as a footrest or something just...weird sleep position couple

the two of you wake up to confused exclamations from the other members

“hey maybe we should eat breakfast somewhere else so they don’t kill us for the upside downness” “get your keys i’ll grab money”

jaemin

buys a telescope just for your sleepover

“what’s the point of having a roof if you can’t climb on top of it and stargaze”

has you go up the stairs to the roof first so he can keep a steady hand on your back since the stairs are narrow

you guys have to make like three trips up and down from the roof before settling down

the first trip you guys set the telescope and blankets up and you go down because you need to go back and bring the food up

the second time is because you have to bring pillows up

the third time is because jaemin forgets his phone oops

its still kind of light out when you guys get up on the roof so you pass time by taking selfies and talking and stuff

its cold af outside and youre freezing despite your jacket so jaemin bundles the both of you up in a blanket (or 4)

“so the best time to watch the meteor shower is between midnight and dawn but we can just look at other cool spacey stuff before then” “why would i look at other stars when the brightest star is right in front of me” “that’s the cheesiest thing i’ve ever heard i’m breaking up with you” “aw jaemin you know you love me”

you have to stop him from trying to eat what is essentially just a whole bunch of tomatoes in rice paper in one bite

jaemin forgets to bring games up to the roof and hes too lazy to go downstairs and get anything

youre not bored anyways tho

once it gets darker you guys start pointing out some cool stars and constellations

“babe it’s orion’s belt” “nana look at that star, it looks so bright!” “almost as bright as you” “i already said that about you earlier, try again”

play fighting over the telescope

he lets you look first though

when the meteor shower starts you’re both in serious awe

“can you believe that we’re so small and just..tiny and pliable and insignificant in this universe and there are huge things like meteors just streaking through this vast space of nothingness and just wow” “i’m just glad i exist at the same time as you” “jaemin that’s...that’s not even corny or anything that’s just super cute i can’t even make fun of you for it” “it’s true, though”

both of you forget to take videos of the shower

because you’re just enthralled with the fact that the literal sky is like...on fire and shit

jaemin the type to press chaste kisses to your cheek and pull you ever closer to him at random intervals

Soft BF Alert

eating dinner while watching

he points at like every meteor and is like “look at it goooo”

“gotta go fast” “jae if it was possible to literally delete somebody i’d do that right now...blocked” “you love me”

sings under his breath and you record a vid of him doing it without him knowing because its so cute and just...hes so good at singing youre shook

once it starts getting really late and youre yawning and stuff hes like ok maybe we should go downstairs and sleep

it takes two trips to get everything back down to the dorm rip

at least jaemin doesnt forget his phone this time

once you guys get back neither of you can decide who gets the bed

“you can have it babe i sleep here everyday” “no way i cant do that to you, ill take the floor i practically live here its like home”

its wayyy too late to argue tho you both end up sharing the bed

overall an amazing date like???? meteor shower AND a sleepover with your bf in one night?

thats one successful night

chenle

theres an unspoken meme war between the two of you

like nobody really mentions it its there...looming...constantly...

meme war as in you guys constantly taken ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS pictures of each other and use them as reaction images

throughout the night each of you take/send pics of each other to the other dream members

“we should cuddle” “ok how do i know youre not gonna like...lick me or something for a picture of my expression” “you...well you dont but-”

you convince him to watch the ouija movies that are out

he makes it through them but like...

chenle’s either screaming throughout the whole movie or totally shell shocked and you’re just lol @ him

“this isn’t even that scary” “speak for yourself” “i am - come out from under the blanket babe i swear it’s not that scary”

after the movies he’s like “im never letting you choose what to do ever again ever” and you get him saying it on video for the Jokes

its his turn to choose

his immediate response is karaoke

chenle sets everything up for it while you order in dinner because lbr neither of you are looking up the directions to anything with cooking

he screams directly into the mic while youre on the phone to test it

(and takes a pic of your eyes going wide and you jumping a little bit)

“is everything alright on your side” “yeah just ...make that three orders of chicken im gonna be eating my woes away tonight”

chenle gets out the hoverboard and tries to teach you the dance moves to chewing gum

that quickly stops because you fall onto him

twice

within a span of four and a half minutes

nobodys there to roast though so you guys laugh as hard as you want

a lot of screaming

you love his laugh its so bright and happy just!!! wow

ngl since you started dating him his laugh kind of influenced yours so you laugh a lot louder than you did before chenle

when your food comes in youre too busy screaming lyrics to a song to get the door so chenle grabs the food

and tips the deliveryboy even more than he usually would

“you’re going to scare away the neighbors with that singing” “i’m surprised people still live here after you moved in chenle, dolphin sounding little-”

eating on the floor while facing each other

“close your mouth while chewing” “ok hon but to tell me that you spoke while eating” “listen, zhong chenle-”

having a staring contest

loser has to wash dishes

spoiler alert: you lose because he starts smiling and you cant stare straight at him when he smiles without smiling back and blinking really hard its like looking straight at the actual sun

hes super loving and cuddly so while youre washing dishes chenle backhugs you instead of cleaning up the karaoke equipment

“yah you’re sidetracking me” “we should dance instead of being boring and washing dishes like an old married couple” “you can dance while i’m being productive”

he does just that - tries to sidetrack you EVEN MORE by dancing ridiculously while you try to wash dishes

ends up in a soap and water fight

i feel like chenle would sleep a little earlier than the other guys so when youre done cleaning up your (late) dinner and hes done mopping the floor of the remnants of soap hes like maybe we should sleep

you agree because its almost like 1 am and youre tired too

pulling out a big family size sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor and finding pillows

putting on light instrumental sleep music

waking up to chenle taking like a million pictures of your terrible bedhead and sending them to all of his friends

chenle’s just so fun to be around alfskjdk

jisung

ngl i feel like the night would start off just a little bit awk with jisung

like not awkward to where no conversation is being made awkward just more like small talk while sitting a good foot away from each other on the couch and friends is running on the tv in the background awkward

you get tired of that really fast tho

bc you and jisung have been best friends for a g e s it shouldnt be like this

so you bean him with a throw pillow

straight upside the head like hes an alarm clock that wont shut up

it takes him a second to react but once he does its chaos

he hits you back with like twice as much speed and power

suddenly both of you are on the floor fending for yourselves while trying to attack the other

you fight valiantly but hes just

so dang tall that eventually he grabs the weaponized pillow right out of your hand and holds it way high above your head

“checkmate” “...oh shut up :/”

after that though its a lot more comfortable like you settle into your usual pattern of relentlessly teasing each other

“lets put on mickey mouse cartoons jisung you’ll be able to relate” “are you even tall enough to see the tv” “not everyone can be a beansprout”

jisung pops popcorn for the movies and instead of eating it while watching the movie the two of you just throw kernels at each other and laugh at how dumb the other looks with popcorn in their hair

after a while jisung’s like “we should go out back there’s like... a singular tree and some grass and we can just chill” and you’re like well that’s new in the city so it’s a good opportunity so you agree

bringing a needle and thread outside so you can sew together flower crowns of leaves, grass, and dandelions

jisung leans against the tree while watching you make a mildly lopsided crown

he cant help but laugh when you put it on his head

“hold on im gonna take a picture” “do i look like a beautiful princess” “like a model, jisung, the prettiest princess ever” “will you be the frog to my princess?” “that’s the worst pick up line i’ve ever heard i’m considering taking back my flower crown”

you almost go inside after that but jisung’s like wait what about a flower crown for you

and you’re like oh i forgot i wasn’t really focusing on making one for myself haha

so jisung takes the needle and thread and makes you one

it’s not as pretty as the one that’s on his head but itll do

taking like 20 selfies together with the flower crowns before going back inside

after that he teaches you some of the nct dances

including stuff from the other subunits

“can you teach me taeil-ssi’s cheerleader dance from paju” “...this lesson is over”

jisung making rice and meat for dinner

you fry vegetables and try your hardest not to make anything explode

afterwards you’re lying down on the couch and he’s on the floor below you

the lights are out and its been a while since theyve been off

youre halfway asleep when

“i know youre my best friend but i think i want to date you”

aaaaand youre wide awake again

“wait, jisung, what?” “i thouGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP OH NO” “did i hear you correctly???” “im so sorry i’ll-” “i like you too you absolute idiot oh my god i cant believe neither of us said anything i-” “-move to cuba and change my name you’ll never have to hear from me again-” “-we are SO DUMB wow okay well we have to get together now its the next logical step-” “-and i’ll cut all connection off and. wait. wait, you like me back?” “-and. dude wait have you not been listening to me at all?? yes??”

and that kids is how you and jisung end up together

jisung texts all of his members before you both really do go to sleep (after an awkward hug and a massive bout of embarrassed laughter) that he finally confessed

you wake up to 89 texts and 2 missed calls

“taeyong says i have to keep you safe and make sure you eat three square meals a day” “is it disrespectful if i block my hyung and surrogate mother”

!! youre dating park jisung congr a t s

ALL OF NCT DREAM

you open the door immediately to hug bombardment by chenle and jaemin

mark closes it behind you (and shrugs apologetically) considering you cant because youre sandwiched in between the two other members

the first thing all of you do is eat because haechan’s made dinner (with, as jeno keeps reminding everyone, jeno’s help)

hc: all he did was heat the water jn: but it was necessary and helpful, wasn’t it

the second order of business is to push everything out of the way in the living room so the floorspace is entirely open

there are, after all, eight people there and its getting tight on the chairs

everyones just like eliminate the seating options and thats best - then everyone will just have to sit on the floor

you: so whats next rj: lets play monopoly everyone, collectively: NO mk: i still have nightmares from last time

jisung suggests twister and everyone (foolishly) agrees

jaemin calls out the colors and limbs and soon you find your left arm reaching over chenle’s right leg and your legs trapped under jisung’s torso

hc, monotonously but muffled as his face is somewhere under renjun’s right armpit: wow this is so wild

after that ends badly (mark nearly suffocates from jeno’s left foot being literally in his mouth) everyone agrees on never taking a suggestion from jisung again (including jisung)

you suggest a movie marathon and everyone throws pillows at you because that’s “basic”

jm: what about truth or dare jn: wow nana that’s actually a good idea jm: im going to ignore your tone and take it as a compliment anyways

truth or dare quickly causes everyone to become absolute messes because stuff like this happens -

you: renjun, truth or dare rj: truth you: so if you had to gently caress anyone here’s bellybutton, whose bellybutton would it be rj: i

mark and haechan and chenle can each barely breathe because theyre laughing too hard

meanwhile renjun’s mentally going through his brain files of everyone’s bellybuttons and ruing the day he was born, not necessarily in that order

jeno’s videotaping the entire game for future blackmail

hc: jisung if everyone here was a redwood tree who would you set on fire js: you hc: you..you couldnt have hesitated? for even just a secon d

jn: chenle go out in the street and yodel cl: you didnt even ask me truth or d- jn: do it

by the time truth or dare ends its pretty late but youre all way too hopped up on each others embarrassment and general having fun with friends to sleep

cl: karaoke? hc: karaoke. you: maybe karaoke will be our always

the noise level grows like exponentially once karaoke comes on

and it was already pretty freaking loud to start out with

mark’s halfway through a particularly soulful rendition of eminem’s lose yourself when you take a look at the clock

you: guys its almost 3 in the morning jm: sleep is for the WEAK js: chenle’s been knocked out for at least a half hour jm: exactly

mark and jeno move chenle onto the couch and put a blanket over him while you, haechan, and renjun set up sleeping bags and pillow and blankets on the living room floor

jaemin and jisung turn the music off and make sure the kitchen and everything is clean (and twister is put away)

you turn off the lights and lie down in the bag between mark and renjun

you: we should do this another time jm: minus the twister everyone: minus the twister

jeno wakes you up by stepping on your stomach the next morning while trying to escape renjun and his Pillow of Wrath

the pillow fight’s a little late but hey

8 am is better late than never

a quick breakfast is had while everyone takes turns brushing/showering/changing and it hits 10 am quicker than expected

everyones sad when you have to go back home but!! you all had fun and thats what counts

youre not surprised when mark texts the group chat later about hanging out again soon

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countrygangrel · 7 years

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i want All of them for cassie thank u

1: their voice

she doesnt rlly have a like ? canon voice but shes probably a low alto. her voice is sorta annoying in that childish way. she raises her voice a little when she talks unless its really early or really late nd then shes got more of a ? not soft in volume but Soft nd Pillowy nd Sorta husky voice. its surprising coming from her shitposty mouth but /s

2: their smile

she has a rlly crooked and shit eatin grin. if shes smiling in a way that Isnt shitstirry its rare but its normally pretty wide. normally if shes smiling like that shes Laughing nd she has a rlly ? loud laugh she takes up a lot of space Vocally

3: their greatest achievement

she probably considers graduating her greatest achievement rn dskdhsds she did not so great in school and she struggled even when she did apply herself. she was probably close to failing out? so she either barely got thru or took her ged instead. either way shes got her diploma now and shes happy abt it

4: their insecurities

shes actually pretty insecure but she covers it up dskdshsdkh shes worried a lot abt ? being wanted. nd shes worried abt ppl thinking of her as a joke. shes also worried abt both fitting in and Not fitting in which seems contradictory but shes well aware it is

5: their shortcomings

does her being physically short count /s

shes? not that smart smh shes surprisingly naive. shes also sorta ? quick to anger she doesnt like rolling over and taking stuff that she doesnt have to. shes the type to argue over smallish stuff. shes a ? bit of a bully. shes also easily manipulated :/ shes also real petty

6: how they deal with grief

she gets ? rlly petty and quicker to anger. she snaps rlly easily. she cries some but Alone if she can help it. she tries to also ? avoid and ignore the issue and if ppl try to force her to deal with it she tries to fight it

7: how they like to dress

she has 3 (three) modes:

‘femme’: normally when her mom has some say in what shes wearing. she likes wearing her hair in a ponytail like this nd she likes dresses. she likes ? flace and florals nd feeling pretty. she lets her mom do her makeup mostly shes not very good at it. lots of blues

gamer: self explanatory. lots of black. she puts her hair up in a bun with a scrunchy. she wears cargo shorts or basketball shorts a lot. sometimes sneakers. she calls it a ‘look’ even tho its just her being real lazy

sleepy: she likes those two piece pj sets. her faves are a star wars one she has and a probably lion king one since she loves lions. she keeps her hair down in this mode unless its rlly hot then its in a high ponytail, a bun, or braids

8: what they like to eat

shes an unhealthy girl she loves Junk like pizza rolls and pop tarts. her favorite food is any kind that she gets when shes not supposed to be eating tho. at like 2 am and shit. sneaking out and trying to stop the microwave in time. most of time she making pizza rolls, chicken nuggets, or hot chocolate

9: their theme

[probably this] or [this] shes the girl in both dkssh

10: their fashion sense

Bad if no one stopped her shed dress in the gamer mode all the time

11: their family life

its good now! shes close w her mom and one of her brothers dskdshdskh.

as far as shes concerned thats her Entire family /s

she doesnt rlly get along with her Oldest brother or one of the ones closer to her age smh she doesnt like how they treat the rest of them nd shes quick to snap at them. shes driven the one close to her age off once but he came back. she isnt afraid to drive him off Again tho. she was in foster care for ? most of her life before getting adopted by marge and that wasnt great but she doesnt talk abt it rlly

12: their romantic life

its also good sdkdshj she lives with her gf now and she loves it a lot even tho it can be a bully. shes thinkin abt maybe proposing in the Future but for rn shes content with what she has. she wants to adopt some pets. maybe rabbits

13: their embarrassing memory from years ago

she has a Lot but the most embarrassing to her is probably getting kicked off the track team for excessive detentions. she considers it the most embarrassing instead of say the her extreme s j w phase bc she cried when they told her she couldnt be in the club anymore

14: how they react to burning their tongue on food

she normally just says fuck and tears up before continuing eating

15: how they react to a brainfreeze

she Also says fuck nd puts her thumb on the roof of her mouth

16: their dreams

she doesnt rlly? have any solid dreams rn :/c so im gonna talk abt her Actual dreams. she has a lot of dreams abt dancing. some abt Running. she isnt sure if its from smthng or To smthng but she just knows she has to run. shes had at least one dream where she killed and ate an animal and it freaked her out a little. she stayed up when she woke up from it suddenly

17: their ambitions

rlly she just wants to be able to support her and her gf sdkjsdksd get a nice house. shes seen how her mom lives and she ? wants smthng like that she wants family,

18: how they sleep

she likes curling in on herself on Top of her gf or a big pillow or a Pile of pillows and stuffed animals. but she can sleep most places. shes slept on the floor before and her bed normally isnt very comfortable. she Loves those fuckin temperpedic beds tho she likes soft comfy things

19: their reaction to betrayal

shes mostly sad abt it :/c but shed probably ? yell at the person abt it if she Could. if she couldnt shed mostly just mope or play it off like it didnt bother her. shed probably go out of her way to avoid them tho in the future

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter

shed be? very surprised but also touched and Suspicious sjdkdsh she doesnt think shes very desireable but she Does love compliments. shed wanna know who did it tho shed try to do some Sleuthing

21: how they react to pain

shes a big baby she Whines abt it. lots of complaining. she complains More if there r other ppl around who either saw her get hurt or can see that she Got hurt

22: what they’re like on two hours of sleep

shes normally rlly ? gittery and nervous and also like shes ascended to another plane bc shed do smthng stupid like drink a Shit ton of different energy drinks. shed end up crashing in the middle of the day tho

23: how they act when they’re sick

she whines but normally just ends up trying to sleep it off if she cant get someone to baby her. ultimately tho shed just want attention she likes to be babied it makes her feel loved

24: what motivates them

shes kdsjds primarily motivated by Money and Food she has very basic needs

25: why you enjoy them

dsjksddhsjsd this is a hard question but i ? rlly enjoy the dynamic she has with seth nd i like playing her and i think shes one of my aesthetically cuter ocs i Love her

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Will President Trumps Physical Show That Hes Obese?

Donald Trumps physical will take place Friday, his first as president. Hell be examined by Dr. Ronny Jackson, a rear admiral in the Navy and the White House physician since 2013, at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda.

This physical, however, will be anything but routine, providing the American public with rare insighthowever sparseof Trumps baseline health.

Trumps most recent public physical was done in September 2016 under his longtime physician Harold Bornstein in New Yorks Lenox Hill Hospital. Bornsteins letter (which the White House has since removed) proclaimed the then-candidates physical strength and stamina… extraordinary, pointing to Trumps recent loss of 15 pounds.

In the letter, Bornstein released a deluge of statistics intended to showcase a candidate that, despite his status as the oldest occupant of the Oval Office, was vibrant and capable of handling the stresses of being the most powerful person in the world.

But in fact, Americans learned that Trump was teetering on obesity.

He was 6-foot-3, weighing 236 pounds. His BMI (though a controversial measure, one that is widely used) rang in at 29.5, which placed him squarely into being considered overweight, and precariously close to being considered obese. Trumps cholesterol was 169 mg/dL, which isnt great but isn't necessarily terrible. His HDL (good cholesterol) of 63 and LDL (bad cholesterol) of 94 were also fine but sneaking close to dangerous. To his healths advantage, Trump is a teetotaler and doesnt smoke. But any doctor would advise a Trump-like patient to go on a diet.

Compare this to Trumps predecessor, Barack Obama. His last presidential physical, released in March 2016, showcased a man in excellent health: At a little over 6-foot-1, his weight was 175 pounds, which meant a BMI of 23.1, considered normal. Obamas blood pressure (110/68), cholesterol (188 mg/dL, with HDL at 68 and LDL at 125) were all within the boundaries of normalcy and health. Obama was a smoker, but he made some attempts to quit.

Jacksons evaluation of Trump on Friday will probably offer restricted information. But the vitals that will probably come outheight and weight, at least, an indicator of cholesterol and blood pressure levelswill offer valuable insight into Trumps health and how the year since he took office has affected him.

What makes this physical particularly interesting for those who are watching is the fact that so much information has been released of Trumps diet and (lack of) exercise. There are countless reports now of a man who finishes meals with a couple scoops of ice cream paired with chocolate cream pie, washing them down with one of a dozen Diet Cokes a day. His preference for McDonaldsFilet o Fish sandwiches, Big Macs, cheeseburgers as a pre-bedtime snackapparently stem not only from his fear of being poisoned but the simple fact that he loves the predictability and flat saltiness of the stuff. Coupled with the fact that he finds exercise to be misguided, arguing that a person, like a battery, is born with a finite amount of energy and has bragged about sleeping only four hours a night, and the resulting picture is not one of health.

Indeed, Trumps habits make him a prime example of being a white man in Trumps America: overweight, underslept, static, maybe even obese. The language of obesity and how we measure it remains hazy despite the fact that its considered an American epidemic. But BMI is widely considered the best way to measure obesity, and by that definitionand should Trumps alleged diet in fact be trueit very well could be that Fridays publicly announced height and weight markers may show Trump as the most obese modern president, behind bathtub-stuck William Taft (BMI: 42.3), potbellied Grover Cleveland (BMI: 34.6), and original American cowboy Teddy Roosevelt (BMI: 30.2).

Trumps physical results on Friday may in fact veer his numbers into the dangerous zones theyre so precariously close to. Even if they do, does it mean anything? Does it matter if Trump is not as healthy as hed like us to believe? No matter your feelings or politics about the current administration, one thing is for sure: The presidency is not an easy job. Cant a person eat their feelings in peace?

Surebut Trump is the leader of the free world. Hes apparently got a very large button to shoot nuclear weapons. His words move markets, his signature dictates the lives of refugees. If Trump is sluggish from a couple burgers and a chocolate malt, or slurring his words, feeling irritable from the down of a sugar high, might that affect our daily lives? It very well could.

Trump has vehemently promoted the idea that he is healthy, strong, full of stamina. But stamina is, by definition the ability to exert prolonged, sustained mental and physical effort. If Trump is erratic in his stamina, does it mean hes unfit for office? Thats impossible to measure, but one fact is for sure: A healthy diet is one that allows for the slow and steady release of nutrients and energy. Various outlets reported the effects of following the Trumpian McDonalds diet, with universal consensus that it led to exhaustion, irritability, and sluggishness. Its enough to question if Trump has the actual stamina to lead.

At the very least, Trumps lifestyle is a recipe for a series of health problems: exhaustion, diabetes, high cholesterol. His diet runs counter to that of what the United States Department of Agriculture suggests is a healthy diet, one where a plate is half fruits and vegetables, a quarter protein, and grains composing the last quarterwith just a smidge of fat and salt. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recommends adults over 65 to do two-and-a-half hours of moderately intensive cardiovascular activity every week with at least two days of muscle strengthening activities.

Ultimately, Trumps decision to release information will be up to him. We will probably learn frustratingly few details about what Trumps health is outside of very basic parameters.

But that might be enough.

Read more: https://www.thedailybeast.com/will-president-trumps-physical-show-that-hes-obese

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