do i tell him already or wait

The Towel Story

Originally posted by awwsehun

Member: Exo Sehun

Type: Fluff/Smut

“The only way I will ever sit in his car is if I’m using it to run him over,” you snapped, pushing Kyungsoo’s hand off your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, wincing at the weight before starting down the stairs. Maybe you had over packed, but you didn’t want to risk running out of clothes, especially in a place so secluded.

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I Think I Wanna Marry You...

Pairing: Dean X Reader.

Warnings: none.

S/P/N- Sister’s Preferred Name.

Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?

A/N: I’m a sucker for these “fake relationship” stories ;))



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Y/N pulls the phone from her ear, her frustration drawn out in the creases in her brow.


“Well?” Dean asks, sat opposite her at the library table. Before him lies an open lore book, on a page about Nordic gods and how to kill them, and his cup of coffee sits dangerously close to the irreplaceable relic. With Sam out doing some shopping, it’s just the two of them at home, trying to dig up some info that might be useful for future use.


Pinching her brow, the young girl shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand.  “Nothing. It’s fine.”


“Ya’ sure?”


“Yes.” She says, trying to sound convincing, but its of no use, because the elder Winchester has known her long enough to see past her facades.


Living together for nearly five years now, calling her his best-friend even feels like an understatement. They got to know each other a while back through a hunt involving a Tulpa in California; Y/N’s kill, but the boy’s happened to jump in on it and help out. Surprise surprise: a friendship sparked,  and ever since then, the relationship has flourished greatly.


To Dean, Y/N is family, just like Cas or Charlie or any of the other members of their little rehabilitation program they’ve picked up over the years. And with that, he knows—well enough—that despite her efforts to dismiss it, something is nudging at her mind.


“Obviously not. You seem like you’re about to explode. What is it?” He shuts the book and leans forward. Y/N still looks exasperated; still tries to act like she isn’t, and fails terribly. When she finally lifts her gaze, her expression is that of defeat.


“It’s my sister.” She says mournfully. “She’s calling me about her wedding coming up this month, and wants to know if I’ve been signed up to the family news letter that allows me to see all the updates on things like which floral arrangement we’re going to have. Surprise surprise—I’m not.”


“Damn.” Dean says plainly, still not seeing the reason behind her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, trying to look annoyed, but the smile that she suppresses says otherwise.


A sardonic laugh escapes her. “Yeah, damn indeed.”  She rises from her seat, downing her coffee. Dean glances at his, then stretches it across to her. She finishes it in a single glug.


“So….what now?” He leans back in the chair. “You don’t know the floral arrangements? Doesn’t sound so bad.”


“I don’t know anything about this wedding, Dean. I don’t know where it’s gonna be, I don’t know who’s gonna be there, and—until I few seconds ago—I didn’t know I’m going to have to be in Boston next week. S/P/N mentioned it in the newsletter but….” Her voice drifts off and she folds her lips into a straight-line, shrugging.


“What’s in Boston?”


“The wedding, apparently. Who even gets married in Boston? Yuck.” Y/N scowls.


“Your sister, apparently.” He almost rolls his eyes. “Right, so…go to Boston. Show up for the rehearsal, see your family, have fun, and then get back here once everything’s done.”


Dean explains it like it’s so easy.  To him, it is.  Wedding prepping can’t take more than three weeks, can it….? He wouldn’t know. He’s never had the chance to even be part of a wedding, but he assumes that that’s an appropriate estimate.


But, from the way Y/N bites her lip and averts her gaze to the floor, a look teetering between guilt and embarrassment on her face, maybe he’s wrong.


“Yeaahhh….” She draws out, skeptically. “Uhm…about that. It’s not as easy as it sounds…”


“Uhm…?” He quirks an inquisitive brow.


“I…sorta…told them that I have a date to the wedding and,…” Y/N gestures in the air, but doesn’t finish her sentence.


Dean watches her with a knitted brow, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come, until realizations strikes. His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o”.


“Ohhh.”


“Yeah…” Her cheeks are dusted with a feint blush and she looks away.


Dean doesn’t want to say it, but he can’t help but think how cute it is—really cute. The only thing that can compete, he thinks, is the way her eyes disappear into her cheeks when she smiles.


As embarrassing as it is, he has almost an entire list like that about Y/N; things he thinks are adorable about her, things like her laugh, to  he way she’s so awkward around big crowds,  or how she has an undeniable obsession with space. Little things. Cute things. It goes on and on, infinite and growing each day, the more and more he gets to know her…but he’ll never admit that.


Because he can’t.


Because Y/N is family, and she’s just a friend.


“Well…is it like a must to bring one along? You could always just tell your family that you guys…broke up? Maybe he cheated. Maybe the love fizzled out.” Dean offers, shrugging.


Y/N looks at him with an un-amused expression. “Great thing to mention right before a wedding.”


“God, I don’t know.” Getting up from his seat, he rolls his eyes. He shuts the book and a gust if dust billows from it, then fixes it under his arm.“You’ll figure it out. It’s you.”


“Dean…”


“Yeah?”


Y/N doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she looks to the floor, arms crossed over her chest.“Well,…there is something I thought about doing, but—God, I don’t know. What if, like—” She finally looks up.


Dean waits for the bombshell he knows she’s about to drop with a cautious, furrowed brow,


“—I asked Sam?”  She finishes, her expression hopeful; her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s squinting slightly. The elder Winchester feels the wind get knocked out of him at hearing this.


His eyes widen. “Sam?”


“Not to actually be my date!—just to fool my family for the two weeks. Do you think he’ll go along with it?”


“I don’t get it—why don’t you just—“


“I can’t tell them I don’t have a date, because I already told them that I do. Going back on my word now will just make me look ridiculous, Dean. Just…”Y/N sighs and shuts her eyes. Dean can read the desperation in her features. He bites his lip, contemplating Y/N’s offer.


Sam, going on a date with Y/N. The idea is so ludicrous, so unbelievable that it sounds completely silly, like imagining pigs fly or anything of the nature. He can’t bring himself to even picture the two of them together, but…


Still.


He then feels something stir in his gut at the thought, a warmth, a….jealousy? No. Hopefully not. It’s been ages since these feelings have managed to surface. Now is not the time for a return. The elder Winchester quickly suffocates the feeling and averts his attention back onto his friend.


 Before him she stands, imploring y/e/c eyes, a sweet smile stretched across her face and hands clasped together. She looks like a little girl, so young, so desperate. The elder Winchester doesn’t want to say no. Even if he did—with puppy eyes like those—how can you?


“So you have to have a date to this wedding?”


“I do.”


Dean thinks for a moment, raking his eyes over Y/N’s face that speaks mountains of uncertainty.


“You think he’ll say no, huh?”


“I’ll do it.”


“What?” Confusion floods the young girls face as she unclasps her hands. They fall to her side. Dean gulps trying to level his voice to a more confident tone.


“I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding.” He repeats, hoping he sounds more sure than he feels. His hands go cold, throat tightening.


Y/N’s face speaks volumes of surprise. “You’d…do that?”


Another nod.


“You’ll really do this?” She asks eyes wide. “A whole two weeks in Boston? With my family?”


Dean shrugs. For some wild reason, his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating, and he tries to stave off all the anxiety that begins to bubble within his gut. “Yeah. Why not?”


“Dean,” Y/N’s voice is stern all of a sudden. You can tell that she’s just as taken aback by the proposal as he is, but is trying not to show it. “If you say yes to this, I don’t want you to half-ass it? This is a real big deal for me, you know?”


“Look, do you want a date to this wedding or not?”


Y/N  then bites her lip, contemplating. The elder Winchester’s eyes never leave her as he watches, waiting for response, until she finally agrees.


“Okay.” She says. A small smile then twitches on her lips, and Dean can see she’s trying to suppress.


“ Okay. Awesome. I’m gonna call S/P/N and see if there’s anything more I need to know yeah?” She asks. He nods.


“Sure.” Dean says. “It’s fine with me.”


“Sure?”


“Mhm.” He knows he is, because the smile that breaks through Y/N’s authoritative face then is something definitely worth the decision. Her cheeks indented with dimples, she smiles, shaking her head, and then walks out to make the call. On the way out, she makes sure she butts her shoulder into his, just for fun. Dean lets out a nervous chuckle.


She’s gone. The empty library is silent, and that’s when his heart starts to thud.


Over and over, like a vicious doldrums. The silence only accentuates the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as the elder Winchester allows in a deep breath. His eyes flutter shut, and the anxiety begins to melt away gradually.


This is gonna be a hell of a wedding.


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Part 2

I’ve been in my feelings for Dean for the past few weeks so bear with me pls. Also, I’m very excited for this story; more chapters to come, hopefully soon.

As always, likes, re blogs and general feedback is greatly appreciated!

— hard to say | (m)

Originally posted by jitamin

pairing: park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst,
words: 11,163
summary: You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?
note. this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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So that post going around about frustrating stuff in the original Animal Crossing is great but can we just talk about how frustrating Wild World was for a moment?

  • This game introduced a lot of features that are now staples of the series (emotes, hairstyles, etc)… but made them needlessly difficult and complicated to get
  • You couldn’t change your hair at all until you got the final Nook upgrade with Shampoodle built in, which required you to have a friend who also had the game to come and shop at your Nook’s store. Your only other option was to have a friend who already had the final upgrade and just use their Shampoodle. And some of the default hairstyles are… questionable at best…
  • Did I mention that since wifi services are shut down for the original DS, it’s now by extension impossible to change your hair at all if you don’t have Shampoodle already? Hope you had a style you liked when you last played!
  • Shrunk was a random special visitor instead of something you could do daily. Changed your mind about one of your emotes? You had to wait indefinitely for him to show up.
  • There was no way to tell if you watered your dying flowers. So you watered one pixel too far to the left? your hybrid garden is gone now.
  • Seriously you’ll never truly appreciate the beautiful town ordinance in New Leaf until you’ve gone through this for YEARS playing WW
  • Villagers would give zero warning if they were moving out, a random villager would just already be in boxes every 1-2 days and it could take anywhere between five minutes and one hour or more to talk some of them out of it
  • Good luck making money in spring, fall, or winter, at least the original Animal Crossing had the island
  • There was no grass wear, but your town was straight up 75% dirt instead
  • There was a widespread and infamous glitch where you’d sometimes never be able to get snooty villagers’ pics because they’d randomly bring up dialogue that would imply they already gave it to you, which would lock you out of EVER getting it
  • Art was extremely hard to get in this game, and you had NO way of telling if it was fake
  • There was a flea market holiday where every villager in your town would randomly barge into your house and try to buy all your stuff
  • Heck, there was no halloween, toy day, or any holiday of note in this game, just weird oddball ones that didn’t have to do with anything
  • Also logging on in the fall meant your town would be absolute acorn hell thanks to one of these holidays
  • If you’ve played WW for as long as I have you understand why the hammer tour in New Leaf is so goddamned satisfying
  • This game introduced putting patterns on the ground, but had it so guests to your town could accidentally remove them
  • Almost every song on the OST was punctuated by fart-y tuba noises
  • The Boondocks
  • Lyle
Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

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HIDEO: [During the first motion capture work] we talked about how he’d stand or where he should be stationed, but Mads-san was already too cool, even though we just started. He verged from my direction sometimes and I thought “maybe we should re-do that?”, but when I checked the footage through the frame they were so good I OK’d it anyway.

MADS:
It’s always the thing. We will have to do what the director tells us, but sometimes we also do something else. And then we can work together and create something completely different.

Storms

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Pairing: Analogical (Platonic)

CW: Astraphobia (fear of storms), kid fic, doll photo (Einstein doll)

Logic was getting himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink when he heard it. 

He supposed it wasn’t surprising he’d missed it at first: though it was late and the interior of the commons was quiet, there was a storm rumbling outside in the mindscape, and the combined sounds of the thunder and the rain had effectively masked the quiet sobbing before. 

But he could hear it now. He frowned, setting his glass of water aside and walking back into the darkened commons. There, he paused, listening, and–

A flash of lightning revealed a lump on the couch, hidden beneath the quilt. It was moving a little, and after the accompanying boom of thunder, Logic heard the soft, terrified whimpers coming from beneath it. 

He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his nose. 

“Who is there, please?” he asked clearly and carefully. 

The blankets froze and the sobbing stopped abruptly.

“There’s no use trying to hide,” Logic informed the blankets. “I already saw you moving and heard you crying so I know you’re there.”

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Overdue

Prompt: “You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you the f**k down” from @nerds-are-cool.
Word Count: 1,300
Warning(s): Minor swearing.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work set in the Marauders’ Era.


“Is the book available yet?”

Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean?”

You sighed, a slight frown on your face. “Yes. My Herbology essay is due in less than a week now.”

The aged Hogwarts librarian narrowed her eyes at you. She showed absolutely no sign of caring. “The only copy I have hasn’t been returned, I’m afraid.”

“May I know who still has it?” you questioned, frustrated.

For the past two weeks, you have been probing the library, scrounging for the book–or even something similar to it–to no avail. Now, whoever had it was at least two weeks overdue and the book was still not in your clutches.

In response, Madam Pince pulled out a thick file. “Magical Water Plants, Magical Water Plants,” she murmured as she flicked through the pages. “Here. Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean by Hadrian Whittle. Checked out by a Sirius Black about four weeks ago.”

Your cursed under your breath. The answer was so obvious, you shouldn’t have been surprised. “Sirius Black,” you muttered, internally groaning. “Why him?”

Madam Pince, however, was paying you no mind. She mumbled endless incantations, vowing to maim Black to the very extent it would be allowed. You attempted to suppress a shiver at her uncensored words; Irma Pince took her books very seriously.

You shook your head, plastering a smile on your face. Within seconds, you smoothed down your robes and gathered the few textbooks you checked out. “Thank you so much, Madam Pince. I appreciate all your help!”

Without waiting for the librarian’s reply, you scurried out of the library, heading toward the Gryffindor Tower. As you approach the Fat Lady’s portrait, you saw a pair of boys pass by, the portrait swinging open.

“Remus! Peter!” you called, following them into the Gryffindor common room. They looked at you, then glanced back at each other with curious expressions. “You guys are friends with Sirius, correct?”

“Sadly, yes.” You shot Remus a glare as a playful grin spread across his face.

“Anyway,” you said pointedly, “do you mind telling me which dormitory is his? I need to talk to him.”

“We were just about to head up.” Peter nodded toward the stairs. “You can tag along.”

Remus gestured at the pile of textbooks in your hands. “Planning a study date, are you?”

You scoffed at the audacity of his idea. “Oh, please. You and I both know that studying with a jelly slug would be more beneficial.”

Remus laughed in response and you followed them both into the boys’ dormitories. Out of all the guys in Black’s little group, you found Remus Lupin to be the most bearable.

As you approached Sirius’ dormitory, you crinkled your nose, waiting for an unpleasant odor to hit you by surprise. To your luck, however, all seemed normal. But right as you placed a hand on the doorknob, it swung inward, leaving you to grasp nothing but air.

A permanently disheveled-looking James Potter came out of the room. His eyes glazed over you once he saw Remus and Peter.

“Wormtail,” James greeted, a jaunty grin on his face, “Moony. There you guys are!” His eyes fell on you. He looked you up and down, taking in the impatient tapping of your foot and the cautious tilt of your head. “And there’s a girl…”

“Y/N,” Remus coughed.

“Y/N!” James repeated, as if he knew your name all along, then paused. His eyebrows furrowed slightly before his eyes widened. “As in Y/N Y/L/N?”

You nodded. James smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. Nothing good could possibly come out of that smile. “That’s me.”

James hummed. “Sirius’ Y/N, huh?”

“Excuse me? I’m no one’s anything.”

Behind you, you saw Remus shake his head as Peter grinned along.

“Of course you’re not,” Peter agreed, before focusing on James. “But did you know she’s here to see Padfoot?”

“Y/N is here to see Padfoot?” James all but hooted. He poked his head back in the dormitory. “Pads–you hear that? Your lady friend wants to see you.”

“Get stuffed, Potter,” you grumbled, attempting to hit him on the head with a copy of Encyclopedia of Toadstools. “And Sirius and I are hardly friends.”

The three boys looked at each other before exchanging nods and turning back to you. You knew nothing good could come out of those smiles on their faces.

“Well, Sirius is in the room if you need him,” said James. “We’ve got to go, but if you’re looking to form a harem, just yell and I’ll–”

Remus elbowed him in the side, shutting him up. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he’s an idiot.” James rubbed his side, sending Remus a crooked grin. “We’ll just be going now.”

You nodded, your lips pursed in confusion. You didn’t press for any questions, however, figuring you would only be left more perplexed. Spinning around, you entered the Marauders’ dormitory, looking for Sirius.

Soon enough, you found him on his bed, twirling his wand around his fingers as a Confronting the Faceless textbook was propped in front of him. You’ve never seen him look this relaxed.

You cleared your throat and dropped the stack of books at the foot of his bed. As his eyes met yours, he stopped playing with his wand and you folded your arms.

“Sirius Black,” you started, ready to scold him for not returning Magical Water Plants. “Are you aware of how long I’ve been waiting to get my hands on the only copy we have of Hadrian Whittle’s work?”

Sirius kicked his feet back and crossed his arms, mimicking your expression. “No. But I have the feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“I’ve been waiting for over two weeks.” You glared at him for mocking you. “And do you know how many weeks the book you checked out is overdue?”

“I don’t know, actually–”

“Two weeks!”

He didn’t bothering trying to keep the amused expression off his face. His grin, of course, only made you angrier.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” you threatened. “I’m already failing Herbology–only Merlin knows how I managed to moved onto the N.E.W.T. levels–and now the final essay is due in two days and I haven’t even started.”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow at you, sighing as he finally stood his arse off the bed. “Let me get this straight. You tracked me down just to yell at me?”

“I tracked you down to get the bloody book!” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And I would very much appreciate you handing it over right about now.”

Shrugging, he walked over to the side of his bed, digging around to find the book. When he handed it over to you, you noticed a water stain and a torn cover. When Sirius saw your disdainful look, he sent you an innocent grin. “It was like that when I got it.”

Rolling your eyes, you gathered up all your textbooks and headed out of his dormitory. “Right. Well, thank you for finally returning it,” you called behind your back, trying not to sound sarcastic.

Before you made it to the door, however, you felt a hand grasp your forearm. “If you’re going to use that book to write Sprout’s essay, don’t bother. It’s absolutely useless.”

“What do you suppose I do then?” You whirled around to look at him.

Sirius took the books from your arms, carrying them for you despite your sounds of protest. “As common knowledge shows, you are shitty at Herbology whilst I am not.” 

“Hey–”

“By yourself–and with this banal collection of textbooks–you would barely pass the essay.” He cocked his head to the side when you opened your mouth. However, you knew you couldn’t argue with that. “But with my help, I guarantee you’ll get an A.”

You scoffed. You wished that Sirius weren’t right, but his top grades, and your below average ones, proved otherwise. “You want to help me write an essay on some plants?”

“I’m all for helping a damsel in distress.” He paused, walking you out of the Gryffindor common room. “Just one small thing.”

“I should’ve known there was a catch.”

Sirius ignored your comment. “In exchange, you have to go on a date with me this Saturday.”

Once you reached the bottom of the tower, you took your textbooks from his hands. Did Sirius genuinely want to go on a date with you? You tried not to take it too close to heart, but it wasn’t everyday one of the most pined after guys of your year asked you out.

Still, you were skeptical.

“If we get an A on my Herbology essay, then maybe you’ll get that date.”

“We better start researching, then.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his hand momentarily covering his face. When Sirius turned to look back at you, you could have sworn you saw traces of red on his cheeks.

And that alone was enough incentive for you to want to get a good mark.


What even was this? I don’t know. Sucky, I’d say.

As of now, I’m sick of all this loveydovey crap. So my next imagine will either have infidelity…or death. Whichever I’m in the mood for.

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Famously bad companies do illegal things.

I’m sorry this is long.

Let’s call them Religious Hobby Store.
I worked there for six months, without a hitch. I was “promoted” from register to back office for bookkeeping and I was next-in-line for a promotion to full-time.

My manager stepped down and moved back to her home state, and we got a new manager, from North Carolina (I live in the north east).

Within her first week, I told my new manager that I was pregnant, as I was now starting my 2nd trimester. She had her own 10-month-old son. We bonded over motherhood.

I called out for the very first time that Monday. Upon my arrival on Tuesday, I was written up because, according to her, the bookkeeper is never allowed to call out ever, for any reason. I told her that I couldn’t find that in the handbook, which states that “excessive call-outs are reason for write ups,” and that one call-out does not call for that. I wrote this on the write-up.

The next day, I get thirsty on my shift. I go to the break room, buy a bottle of water and sit down momentarily to drink some because my state guarantees pregnant women water breaks.

The assistant manager walks in, sees me, and leaves immediately. I knew right then and there that I was going to be written up. Not even one minute later, “[My name] to the office. [My name] to the office,” the manager says with a harsh tone over the intercom.

A full-blown panic attack washes over me.

The manager then begins to accuse me of stealing time, as I try to choke out that I’m having a panic attack but my state gives women water breaks. She accuses me of yelling at her. I insist I’m not yelling, I’m having a panic attack (which just happens to have me hysterically crying). I explain that I’m usually medicated for anxiety, but now that I’m pregnant, I’m not taking medication. She tells me I’m yelling at her. She writes me up for yelling at her.

The next day, when I arrive at work, I see the district manager, who is from almost 2 hours away, is already at my job at 8 AM.

Well. I’m getting fired today.

Eventually, I’m called into the office where the manager and district manager are waiting. apparently the DM arrived there very early to watch the tapes of me counting money.

Think about that.
He specifically watched weeks of tapes of me counting money, with absolutely no reason for him to do so; there was never missing money. He just drove two hours to review my tapes.

Literally fishing for a reason to fire me.

When he couldn’t find one, he told me at the start of our meeting that I was being fired for stealing time. He accused me of playing on my phone while I was supposed to be counting money, after I was explicitly given permission to listen to audiobooks on my phone while I count the money. He said there are minutes on the tapes that I’m not doing anything. I told him that I’m trying very hard not to vomit, you know, morning sickness and all that. But that the work got done. He told me that I stole time when I was in the back room drinking water. I told him that my state - which is not his state - gives pregnant women water breaks.

He said, “there’s no such thing as water breaks.”

When I tried to defend myself, he cut me off, told me to get out of the building or he would call the police. I said “fine,” and I left.

Within one week of telling them I was pregnant, I got written up 3 times for total bullshit after 6 months of being a stellar employee.

I put in a claim for unemployment that day.
They fought my unemployment and claimed that the meeting with the DM involved me bent over the desk, screaming in the DM’s face, and that’s why I was fired.

I explained that that never happened.
I won unemployment.
Religious Hobby Store filed an appeal.
Despite the burden of proof being on Religious Hobby Store to prove I was screaming in the DM’s face (I wasn’t, so no proof could be procured) they won the appeal and I got my unemployment withheld for six weeks. Over Christmas, too.

TLDR; Religious Hobby Store fires pregnant woman because she’s pregnant.

anonymous asked:

I'm saying this from the perspective of a shipper I guess but looking at all these Sheith moments got me thinking.. Would it be possible that the creators themselves are actually planning for them to be canon at some point? But because of some complications..(not gonna name it) they decided to scrap it off? Do you think this is possible? Although Keith telling Shiro he is like a brother to him kinda made me sad? lol I have got so many questions so I can't wait to see more of this amazing series!

Hi anon! The thing is, writing and animation for shows like this are done way in advance. When season 1 came out, I imagine the plot up until seasons 3 or 4 was already set in stone. And Voltron, like most shows, works off a “TV Bible” that had all the major plot points outlined right when the series was first pitched so,, once you plan things out like that I think it’s difficult to make big changes to characters’ relationships.   

I think the writers have also made it clear that they are going to go ahead with their narrative rather than catering to popular fannon, particularly when they’ve told certain fans they don’t agree with their mentality at all. Even with things like how they mentioned Allura was a teenager like all the other paladins, a lot of people didn’t headcannon that, but the writers stood by it. It’s their own story after all, and I don’t see why they should change it. As for sheith, we know the writers have outright told people that harassing shippers isn’t okay and they’re completely against it. 

There are also plenty of writers, animators, and VAs who have liked clearly romantic sheith fanart, cosplay, or pro-sheith posts (and gotten backlash for it). So we know they’re certainly not opposed to shipping it. And I mean, whether it’s romantic or not, we know that the cast certainly seems invested in their dynamic. The fact that their relationship and character development is by far the most fleshed out is certainly apparent. Here’s also some stuff staff has drawn that shows they at least like Shiro and Keith’s bond: 

So anyway, despite how the fandom can be, I don’t think it would necessarily deter the writers or dissuade them from following through with major writing decisions. And given how supportive the staff has been of sheith, I don’t think they would suddenly just abandon whatever plans they had for their character development together. Under the hypothetical that they did make sheith canon, I think they would just maybe adjust how they went about it so that the fandom could kind of like, ease into it, and hopefully not be too mad about it. Though I have no doubt people would still harass the staff if sheith happened, which just…makes me feel really bad to be honest…

On the BOM line though anon, I don’t think it goes against sheith at all and here’s why:

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Glory and Gore

Prompt: “All I need is your lips against mine. Right now.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 3,077 Words

Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, fluff

Notes: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k Writing Challenge! Seems like I’m really into Punk!Bucky nowadays. Don’t mind my title, I was just searching my ultra long playlist for ideas and this fit slightly. 

Originally posted by jlstreck

“Hurry up Y/N!” Wanda calls from the bottom of the stairs. It’s the first day back at school and you’ll be damned if you’re late. Some may give you disgusted side-glances because of your enthusiasm, but honestly? They’re the types of people who are destined to be future gas station attendants, so they don’t really bother you.

“I’m coming Wanda!” You reply, stuffing your matte lipstick into your bag and kicking your bedroom door closed. You hurry down the stairs, and smile at your best friend. “Ready?”

She rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and tugging you towards the front door. “I’ve been ready since half an hour ago, you just take so damn long getting ready.” She tells you, leaning against the threshold as you lace up boots.

“Well, I’m sorry that I put effort into my looks.” You tease, squeaking as Wanda smacks your head.

“Stop rambling nonsense, let’s go.” She snorts, as you leave your home.

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s(t)imulation || part 1/2

This is my contribution to @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K follower AU writing challenge!
#57 - movie star / celebrity


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1179
warnings: AU, smut

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

“Come on,” Bucky moans. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

It’s in the script, printed there in black and white, but it’s still a shock to you anyway. His voice is pitched low and rough. His blue eyes are bright and sparkling as he looks down at you. His dick is rubbing against your clit, and even through two layers of fabric, you can feel him hot and hard and thick against you. So when he tells you to come, you do it, and you hope that everyone else thinks your acting is just that good.

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does this make sense? | 01 (m)

 pairing: min yoongi x reader , college! yoongi
 genre/warnings: smut, future drama, future angst
• words: 11,310
summary: you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt? 

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Best Friends (Jungkook one shot smut)

Originally posted by grape-joon

A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx

Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him. 

Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking

You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.

You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.

It was your best friend.

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the exchange • monty de la cruz

a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!

warnings: swearing, smut, the usual

 you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty sure that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?

 you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.

 "y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. “uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair. 

 "well,“ the coach booms, “these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor. 

 "yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.” “this is bullshit.” monty says standing up. “mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.

“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze. “okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.

 you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor. you inhale sharply, take one last look at yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout. 

“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom. “this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you.

*time skip to 2 weeks later*

 "yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker. “well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you. 

you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker. clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.

 "okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally the nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.

 "please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more. you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.

 "hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.

 "goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in. you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins. 

 "y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking. “okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”

 throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a word. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day. 

 *time skip through the rest of the day* 

 you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.

 on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs. “welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house. 

“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you. “you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper. 

 you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment. 

 the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear. “you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more. 

you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics. you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him. he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently. “monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin. 

his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down. “god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.

 "not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck. monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.

 "let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out. you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants. 

you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan. “shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes. 

 "i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest. he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you were whimpering and monty spoke up again. “look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him twitch and groan.

 he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too. 

 he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.

“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”

 a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm Anon!Chuuni! I troll all the mysme imagine blogs that interest me and toss imagine ideas at them~ thank you for your wonderful work. RFA+Saeran/V reacting to meeting some old friends of their s/o who used to bully them and are hoping to rub their success in s/o's face? ;)

Haha, thanks for tossing the idea. ;) Hope you like what we came up with!


Zen:

  • You visit Zen on set one day
  • You decide to surprise him but he was in the middle of a scene
  • One of your old classmates come up to you
  • She was a real jerk to you in school, but you’re polite to avoid drama
  • “Oh, MC! What are you doing here!”
  • She goes on bragging about how she and the main lead Zen are acting together
  • And how they are hitting it off really well
  • You’re trying to suppress your laughter because Zen tells you all about practices
  • You let them ramble off and then Zen comes over
  • He smiles at you and pecks your lips
  • “Hey, babe, what are you doing here?”
  • You hand him his lunch and turn back to your old bully
  • Only she fled from embarrassment

Yoosung:

  • You and Yoosung are going on your weekly froyo date
  • Someone comes up to you and it takes you a moment to recognize them as your old bully
  • He starts rambling about his amazing girlfriend
  • And how successful he is in his new job
  • You’re listening and kind of forcing a grin so as to not be rude
  • But Yoosung keeps looking at him funny
  • Finally he gasps really loudly
  • “I knew I recognized that voice! Aren’t you dragonsheart4840?”
  • Your bully turns really red really fast, stammering for some sort of excuse
  • “Oh, we slaughtered you last time on LOLOL…but we felt really bad when we found out your girlfriend dumped you.”
  • Your bully is mortified and kind of excuses himself
  • Yoosung turns and smiles at you “That should get rid of him.”
  • He remembered you mentioning the bully before and could see you feeling increasingly uncomfortable
  • What a sweet puppy.

Jaehee:

  • You’re taking a break at the cafe so you sit alone in the corner on your laptop to answer emails
  • A familiar guys comes sauntering up to you
  • “Still sitting alone on your laptop? Some things never change, MC.”
  • You finally recognize your old bully from school
  • Before you can say anything, he starts talking about how he’s a chef at a five star restaurant.
  • And talks about all the famous people he knows
  • Jaehee sees you deflate from the counter
  • She comes over to the table
  • “I’m sorry, but I need to steal MC away soon.”
  • You explain that you’re actually the co-owner of the cafe
  • The guy seems to be bit more nervous now
  • Jaehee clears her throat. “Aren’t you that chef from that place down the street? I would think someone who gets paid as well as you would at least have the decency to pay his coffee bill.”
  • You stare wide eyed, realizing he was the “thief” you were looking for all week
  • He runs out
  • “Make that twice” Jaehee sighs

Jumin:

  • Jumin decided to take you on a date at a local coffee shop in town
  • You’re waiting while he gets your drinks
  • A young man in a suit comes up to you, and you dread the interaction remembering your bully
  • You’re barely a minute into small talk and he’s bragging about how he’s the CEO for some company or another
  • He asks what you’re doing and laughs when you tell him your job
  • You feel a little bad
  • But then Jumin comes over
    “Here’s your drink, my love.”
  • You’re introduce your bully to Jumin
  • But he already remembered from when you told him before
  • He nods and says “I recognize that name. C&R recently saved you from bankruptcy, am I right?”
  • Your bully loses color in his face and murmurs some thanks before excusing himself
  • You scold him a bit for it
  • “I’m sorry,” he says. “But it kind of felt good.”
  • Jumin, no.  


Seven:

  • Your car broke down in a parking lot near your job
  • You’re surprised when you see a girl in a nice business suit walk up to you
  • Your old bully greets you, staring awkwardly at your sweatpants
  • You explain the situation
  • Your bully offers not-so-humbly to give you ride in their Lexus and maybe some money to fix your broken car
  • You politely refuse, saying that your boyfriend is coming to pick you up
  • You’re so happy (and slightly smug) when Seven rolls up in his red Ferrari
  • “Oh! That’s him right now” you grin at your bully’s gaping mouth
  • Seven rolls down the window and taps his fingers on his sunglasses
  • You’re about to walk up to him when he raises up a pack of Honey Buddha Chips
  • “Look who got a discount on another box!”
  • He’s grinning ear to ear
  • You chuckle nervously. “Nevermind…I don’t know him.”
  • Seven calls your name and opens the door
  • Your bully is still shook
  • You walk up to him and sigh
  • “You’re such a dork, but I love you.”

Saeran:

  • You two were at the park together
  • You notice your old bully taking a walk nearby
  • You point them out to Saeran and explain
  • The bully sees you and starts walking towards you with a smug smile
  • You groan, knowing what’s coming
  • But then suddenly, your bully pivots on his heel and walks in the opposite direction
  • You turn to Saeran who’s smiling innocently at you
  • You still don’t know what happened…but you’re still thankful you avoided the awkward situation

V:

  • He took you to the museum for a date
  • He steps aside for a few moments to take some photos of the exhibit
  • While you’re waiting, your bully comes up to you
  • He doesn’t brag too much about himself
  • Instead, his comments start to become degrading
  • You can barely get a word in edge-wise, and the comments were pretty hurtful
  • V steps in between you guys, almost shielding you
  • He gives the guy a polite smile, though there’s an edge in his voice
  • “I don’t think that’s how you talk a lady.”
  • The bully is taken aback since barely anyone stood up to him before he backs away
  • V asks if you’re alright

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anonymous asked:

Uhm... I-I have a plot bunny for you. Kakashi and Obito where Obito is a water creature of some sort, like a selkie or a siren, and he meets Kakashi when they're both really young. Kakashi has a new best friend, but Sakumo (who knows all about fairies and their tricks, after the naga prince Orochimaru disappeared and broke his heart) is concerned. So, he asks to meet Obito, and is surprised that instead of a tricky fae he's just been tackled into the sand by a hyper child of the sea.

I TOTALLY MEANT THIS TO BE LIKE 600 WORDS WTF. OOPS??


Sakumo is just a little worried, that’s all.

He stands on the porch overlooking the crooked path down to the sea, twisting the chain of the pendant he normally wears around his fingers. It’s a bad habit, and he always thinks he might be loosening the setting, twisting the metal out of shape. Thinks of one day reaching down to touch it and finding the ruby gone, lost forever along the paths he walks. His heart clenches just imagining it, this last gift gone and never to return, just like the sly, beautiful, cunning prince who once pressed it into his hands.

That’s the reason he’s fretting over Kakashi, really. He’s seen the signs—bits of coral, sea glass from far shores, shells that can only be found in the deepest places, pearls larger and brighter than any that land-dwellers can reach without dying in the process. He’s found bits of seaweed in Kakashi’s hair, swept the sand from his room in the mornings when he knows it had been clean the night before. Watched the way he eyes the ocean as it breaks, with something very much like longing.

Sakumo’s sword rests on the chair behind him, cleaned and polished to a mirror shine. He hasn’t carried it with any regularity since Kakashi was born, but he keeps it in repair. There are too many dangers not to, and sometimes he can earn a few coins guarding a traveler on their way. It’s not something he wants to use now, in any way, but if Kakashi’s safety is on the line, he won’t allow himself to do anything less.

He thinks of Orochimaru, of waking one morning to an empty bed and an empty home. It’s impossible to regret any choices that gave him Kakashi, no matter how he still mourns both his wife, a dear friend if nothing else, and the naga prince who stole his heart, but—

But he wants to save Kakashi the grief that he’s felt all these years, of adoring a fey creature with a mind half-full of magic and too many dreams that leave no room for more human kinds of love.

Kakashi is stubborn, smart. He won’t listen to Sakumo, not at first, but Sakumo has to try.

He hears footsteps in the dirt of the path and drags his eyes up from the ruby in his fist. Kakashi a coming, steps light, a smile on his face and a string of fish dangling over one shoulder. They’re not fish that swim anywhere near these shores, but Sakumo smiles regardless, waves to his son, and allows himself to enjoy the way Kakashi lights up a little when he sees him.

“Kakashi,” he says warmly, leaning down to offer a hand up onto the porch, since Kakashi rarely deigns to approach from the front and use the stairs. “Did you have a good day?”

“It was decent,” Kakashi says decisively. There’s a flower tucked behind his ear, one the grows near the mouth of the river that empties into the sea. It’s a fair distance from the house, and worry twinges at Sakumo’s chest again. Too far for him to hear a call for help, should it come.

When he manages to wrestle the feeling under control, Kakashi is watching, dark eyes faintly narrowed. “Are you okay, Dad?” he asks, tipping his head. “You look like a constipated frog.”

There’s nothing in the world better for the ego, Sakumo thinks wryly, than having children. “I’m fine, cub. Just—wondering if you’ll ever introduce my to your new friend.”

Kakashi blinks, but doesn’t bother asking how he knows. For a brief second, he glances down at the ruby pendant Sakumo is holding, then away, and says with perfect disinterest, “If I’d known you wanted to meet an idiot like him, I would have introduced you weeks ago.”

An idiot? Sakumo raises a brow, but doesn’t try to argue; this is already more of a concession than he expected, honestly. “Well, maybe I was waiting for you to bring him up,” he says mildly, tries to inject it with the crushing parental disapproval via sigh that his own mother always used to devastating effect, and apparently doesn’t do too badly given the way Kakashi winces.

“It wasn’t a secret,” his son tells him witheringly. “And besides, I don’t have to tell you everything.”

Sometimes, Sakumo is absolutely, entirely certain that he won’t survive Kakashi’s teenage years. If he’s already like this at seven, there’s no hope left at all.

“No,” he agrees, and keeps his tone light. “Of course you don’t. But I like knowing about what makes you happy, Kakashi.”

There’s a long pause as Kakashi stares at him, evaluating his sincerity. Then he nods once, decisively, and says, “He should still be near the beach, because he’s a loser who never gets anywhere on time. You can meet him now.” He hurries inside, leaving the door swinging, to lay the fish on the counter, and Sakumo takes the opportunity to belt his sword around his waist and clasp his pendant back around his neck. Kakashi will notice it—Kakashi notices everything, much to his chagrin—but he probably won’t say anything.

Then the rapid footsteps are back, and Kakashi takes a flying leap off the porch to land in the sun-gold grass. “Come on, Dad,” he says impatiently, looking like he’s going to dart back and start tugging at Sakumo’s belt the way he did when he was younger. “Before he leaves!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Sakumo protests, stepping down and following Kakashi’s path as he hurries back down the hill. Ignoring the track, Kakashi takes the shortcut across the stream, then down the steepest part of the incline, and hits the dune well ahead of Sakumo, who isn’t quite reduced to running just yet. He watches his son disappear around the edges of the dune, and when he rounds it Kakashi is already halfway to the water, though he’s finally walking again.

“Idiot!” Kakashi calls, pitched to annoy, impatient as anything, and Sakumo strangles a groan. The very least Kakashi could do not to get killed by a magical creature would be refraining from insulting it, so of course throwing around insults is the very first thing Kakashi does. It’s probably how he introduced himself, knowing him.

“I’m not an idiot, you jerk!” a voice shouts back. Young, Sakumo thinks with some surprise as he scans the water. There’s a flash of iridescent scales among the waves, and the next time one breaks it leaves a shape behind. A long, looping tail, dark blue with a sheen of orange-gold scattered throughout, flared, feathery fins streaked with the same colors, pale skin, dark hair chopped short. A siren boy, just pulling himself up on the sand, and the soldier in Sakumo is assessing, calculating, weighing the risk of a child who clearly hasn’t even managed to change forms yet.

The rest of Sakumo wonders what a siren boy, so young and without mastery of his own power, is doing alone on the surface, far, far away from any siren chorales.

Then he turns, pushing himself up to sit as he twists to face Kakashi, and Sakumo’s eyes track over the deep scars all up and down his right side. Cold certainty sets into his bones, and he releases the hilt of his sword as if it’s burned him. Sirens are vain to a fault, and scarred chorale members are usually driven out.

Gods, but how long has this boy been alone, cast out and thinking himself unwanted?

Kakashi and the siren are still bickering when Sakumo makes his way over to them, and it sounds angry and cutting and irritated, but Sakumo knows his son better than that. Kakashi looks fond, and even if Sakumo doesn’t know the other boy, he’s fairly sure that light in his eyes is the very furthest thing from hate.

“—wouldn’t have bothered,” Kakashi is just huffing when Sakumo nears. “But my dad wanted to meet you, and he’s the only reason I—”

“Your dad?” the siren interrupts, and his dark eyes are wide with excitement, clearly not taking any of Kakashi’s bluster to heart. “He wanted to meet me?”

“Of course I did,” Sakumo says lightly, and smiles as both boys jerk around to look at him.

“So slow,” Kakashi complains, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dad this is Obito. He’s an idiot, so don’t listen to anything he says.”

Sakumo rolls his eyes, just a little, but crouches down so that Obito won’t have to crane his neck looking up at him. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says warmly, watching those black eyes widen, and gods, the boy is adorable. Especially for a flesh-eating, sailor-drowning monster of the depths, but, well. No one’s perfect, and if Obito hasn’t drowned Kakashi yet the world at large is probably safe. On instinct, he reaches out, ruffling wet hair a little, and offers, “Would you like me to carry you up the hill so you can eat dinner with us? Those fish—you must be the one who caught them, right?”

Without warning, Sakumo’s arms are suddenly full of wet skin and slick scales as a baby siren wraps his arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. Sakumo overbalances, too startled to make a sound, but Obito doesn’t let go; if anything he clings tighter, and says in a tone that’s close to desperate, “Thank you! Yes! Yes, I really, really want to!”

Sakumo chuckles, picking himself up out of the sand. “Of course. The least I could do for someone who caught us such a fine dinner,” he says lightly. He gets an arm around Obito’s back, the other underneath the glittering tail, and hefts him up.

The fin still curls on the ground, and he hesitates, not wanting to drag it through the prickly grass, but before he can say anything Kakashi heaves a disgusted sigh and stalks over, hefting the feathery end up in his arms. “Can we just get this over with?” he demands, though Sakumo can see his cheeks are a little flushed.

“Bakashi,” Obito complains, flicking his tail slightly, and Kakashi makes a deeply offended noise as it slaps him in the face.

Sakumo hides a grin. That’s certainly not how he and Orochimaru interacted. And…maybe it’s selfish of him, but he’s a little glad Obito doesn’t have a chorale to go back to, that he’s alone. Maybe he won’t disappear on Kakashi just when he thinks their happiness is assured.

Before he can ask how in the world they met, small fingers are at his throat, touching the ruby there lightly. There’s a soft sound of wonder, and Obito looks up at him, expression startled. “This is the same necklace the trapped prince is wearing,” he says. “How does a human have it?”

Sakumo would swear his heart entirely stops beating.

Trapped?” he croaks when he can finally manage to draw even a partial breath again.

Obito tips his head, like the question confuses him. “Yeah. He’s been sleeping at the bottom of the forest river since before I was born. My selkie friend says her mom told her there was a battle with the sea witch Danzō, and an earth goddess and holy monk helped the prince but even though they defeated Danzō he trapped them in the forest.”

Nine years. Nine years Orochimaru has been trapped and sleeping and waiting to be rescued, so close at hand, but—Sakumo hadn’t known.

He looks towards the forest, a dark shadow on the horizon, and takes a breath.

Well. It looks like his sword is going to see a bit of use after all.