#I was playing block game and heard it kind of picking up a little

[leejeann]

I've been betrayed by mother nature, how could she >:(

(the chill little midnight thunderstorm I've been vibing and listening to got really loud all of a sudden and scared the shit out of me lol)

#I was playing block game and heard it kind of picking up a little #so I had JUST logged off of that #because I'm paranoid about my world getting corrupted from the computer suddenly shutting off if the power goes out idk #And I was just thinking hmm maybe I should just turn my computer off so I can unplug it #and just get back on my laptop #and almost immediately there was a LOUD bang of thunder #I audibly said ''OKAY I'll turn off the computer goddamn'' lol #Made me jump and now the storm is quite loud :( #lee speaks

[woso-dreamzzz]

Mimic

McFoord x Baby!Reader

Summary: You're definitely Katie's child

Hiding the pregnancy had been difficult.

Caitlin had picked up an ankle injury around the same time as she started to show so it was easy to write it off as long-term, hunkering down in the house like some kind of hermit.

Hiding you away for a year had been even harder.

Some fans were eagle-eyed and as a result, you were never posted on any social media. You didn't even come to training. You'd never met any of the Arsenal girls in person at all even though you were approaching eighteen months.

Which was why it was so shocking for everyone involved when Katie got out of the car for a home match against Manchester City with a child on a backpack leash.

As soon as you are on your feet, you attempt to escape but Katie tugs on your leash to stop you in your tracks.

You give her a foul look in return before you're plucked into Caitlin's arms.

The crowd watching the players arrive all scream out questions as they walk inside.

"It's nice to finally meet the little one," Kim says pointedly as the two of them arrive in the locker room.

"You've seen her before," Katie replies.

"Over the phone doesn't count," Kim says," She's a little cutie. You must be proud."

Caitlin watches you from the corner of her eye as you methodically rip everything out of her cubby and throw it on the floor. "Something like that."

"She's just like me!" Katie's been waiting for ages to be able to brag about you so she's lapping up all the attention.

"She has a bit of a temper," Caitlin confesses when Katie runs off to show you to everyone else in the changing room," Definitely gets that from Katie.

"We didn't expect to see her today..."

"Babysitter cancelled. There were no other options. We'll probably just tie her leash to a post and call it a day. She'll wander around otherwise."

"She's restless?"

Caitlin winces. "Feral might be the word. I love her but...Katie calls her a gremlin sometimes."

Kim looks past Caitlin to where you're now chewing on Katie's fingers, methodically biting down on each one as she introduces you to everyone.

"Well...she's certainly Katie's..."

Caitlin laughs. "Don't I know it."

You're being surprisingly tame today, for what it's worth, even as you try to make another break for it. You're yet again pulled back by your kiddie leash and Caitlin is left to marvel over just how steady you are on your feet.

It had been hard hiding you from the fans and even harder to not fold and continue to keep you away from their teammates. That second one wasn't even planned but you'd come out a little sickly and spent a few weeks in hospital.

It was enough to cause Katie to put the entire house on lockdown for months after your birth when getting chest infections became your norm.

By the time you were healthy and fit and coming into your own personality, it was too much of a risk to bring you to practice with all of the cameras around.

Either way, it's all ruined now because Caitlin knows the videos of you walking in on your kiddie leash are all over Twitter.

The cameras are all pointed towards you as Caitlin walks out onto the bench to start the game. Katie crouches down next to you, littering kisses all over your face as you giggle.

"I'll see you in a bit, gremlin," She says," You be good for your Mummy."

You garble out a few noises that Katie repeats back to you with a soft smile.

"You know," Steph laughs," Now that she's been spotted in the wild, you don't have an excuse for Sam and her kid to meet her. I hear her Chook's getting bored of waiting."

Caitlin sighs deeply as you slam two of your blocks together to show Leah the noise they make. "I don't think the world could take it if Sam's Chook and our Gremlin met. It's too much rough play for any pair."

"I think you underestimate Sam's Chook. I heard she's been very helpful and careful since Sam hurt her knee."

"It's not Chook I'm worried about." Caitlin tilts her head towards you where you've started to amuse yourself by kicking Leah's shin, giggling every time your little foot makes contact.

You head whips around as your watch your Mam get tripped nearby, landing with a thud.

You screech loudly and go to march towards her, grumbling and frowning as you go. You're stopped by a tug on your leash and a pointed look from your Mummy.

You recognise that look and point over at where your Mam is dusting herself off. "Fell," You say to Mummy," Mam fell."

Caitlin has to suppress her laughter. You've got a curious blend of hers and Katie's accents. Sometimes you sound fully Australian like Harper when you speak but other times it's like Caitlin gave birth to a mini Katie because your inflection is exactly the same as hers.

You sound like Katie now. You look like her too, hands on your hips and face like thunder.

"Your Mam did fall," Caitlin says as she pulls you closer," But she's gotten up now. She's fine."

You don't look convinced as you throw a nasty look over at the referee who did nothing against the clear foul.

"Do you remember my friend Steph? You met her on the phone before? Can you say hi?"

"Hi!" You chirp, giving her a beaming smile that shows off the teeth you have.

It's kind of funny to reconcile this beaming, happy version of you with the one that was screeching at the ref just minutes ago.

"Hi," Steph coos," It's very nice to meet you in person."

You're still smiling as you nod, bouncing on your feet as Caitlin digs around in your backpack. You seem to know what time it is because you turn that beaming smile from Steph to your Mummy.

"Bottle?" You ask hopefully and Mummy rewards you with a bottle full of milk that you hastily shove into your mouth.

You sit down at her feet as you chug your drink. Mummy runs a soft hand through your hair as you take a break and lean into her, wiggling back until you hit her legs.

You turn to smile at her and she smiles back.

Your drink is all empty in a little bit and you focus back on the football match in front of you. You clumsily climb to your feet in outrage when the referee shows your Mam a yellow rectangle.

You don't exactly know what it is but you know it's bad and you don't like it being shown to your Mam. You screech and throw your bottle, stamping your feet.

"No!" You say loudly and the bench behind you bursts into laughter," No! No! Bad! Bad referee!"

Caitlin buries her head in her hands as she tugs firmly on her leash when you attempt to run onto the field to give the ref a piece of your mind.

"She's definitely Katie's," Steph howls through her laughter.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Fight Me, Love Me, Save Me Pt. 2

This will fill the Broken Promises square on my @jacklesversebingo card.

Summary: A series in three parts exploring Y/N's and Dean's relationship from bickering children, to love and broken promises, to a plea for salvation.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some light smut. Mostly just making out. Kissing, fondling, etc. Some angst, lots of fighting, cause it's them. Also brief scene involving threatening behavior from a creep. Nothing explicit.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 4,398

A/N: So this series will fill the last three squares on my bingo card. This part covers "It's Mine, and you can't have it." Part two will cover Broken Promises, (Nov 12) and part three will be for the Isolated/Trapped square. (Nov 19)

I hope you enjoy!! If you do, please remember to like, reblog and/or comment. Means the world to us writers! ❤️

Read Part 1 Here

The dividers included here were created by @talesmaniac89

The first year of dating for Dean and Y/N was a rollercoaster. For the first month or so, they tiptoed around each other. They knew their relationship had obviously changed but they weren’t sure about the parameters of what it was now. So, they were both extra polite to each other, terrified that they were gonna ruin this new thing, and possibly everything that came before it. Y/N didn’t want to finally realize Dean was her best friend one day, only to lose him completely the next.

So they circled around each other, sniffing at the air for warning signs. Their first fight came about a month and a half in. 

They were living in Omaha, Nebraska for the time being. It was fairly centralized and their dads were using it as a bit of a home base for a while. Y/N was hoping she’d be lucky and they’d stay until she graduated so she wouldn’t have to change schools one more time. 

They were renting an apartment together, and it was a nice change from motels and life on the road, but the apartment was tiny. It was only a one bedroom, and they’d turned that bedroom into a kind of weapons/training room. So they all slept in cots on the floor in the living room. It wasn’t ideal, but it still felt more like a home than a motel did.

One evening, Y/N was studying late at the library, determined to graduate on time and with a good GPA, regardless of her constantly revolving education. So, she’d deserted the noisy apartment and headed for some peace and quiet. John and her dad had been arguing about an old hunt, and Sam and Dean had discovered a bunch of old board games, deserted in the hallway closet. They’d found Jenga and had started out playing the game as it was intended to be played, which was loud enough. But it quickly devolved into them simply smashing down everything the other one built and then fighting about it.

She’d called out her intention to go to the library a few blocks down, and had been greeted by four male grunts in response. 

Sometimes being the only female of the group was frustrating. 

After a couple of hours at the library, Y/N was satisfied she had a handle on her history essay, and packed up to leave. As she put her things into her backpack, she noticed an older guy, maybe in his early fifties, in a hoodie and heavy canvas jacket watching her. It was slightly unnerving, but she just added him to the list of pervy dudes she’d encountered in her life, and left the library. 

As she walked outside she saw that it had begun snowing, and it was much darker than she’d expected; she still wasn’t used to the darker days of early winter. As she walked, she pulled her thin, inadequate jacket tighter, and crossed her arms. There was something a little eerie, about the gray-black sky and the snow-muffled sounds around her.

She picked up her pace.

When she was about a block away from home, she heard the snow crunch behind her and suddenly the pervy guy was standing beside her. She jumped and yelped and the guy just laughed.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, honey. You should be careful wandering off places on your own though.” He grinned yellow teeth at her. “Someone as pretty as you could give folks ideas.”

Her fear of this man angered her and her ornery nature spoke before she could think better of it. “Oh really,” she scoffed, “and just what would those ‘folks’ be thinking?”

He didn’t like her attitude, and he scowled. His voice was low and definitely threatening as he leaned closer to her, invading her personal space and making her curl her lip in disgust.

“They could be thinking you were out here alone, lookin’ for trouble. Maybe hintin’ to folks you’re after a good time.”

Y/N felt her heart start to race as the silence and alone-ness of her situation hit her and she realized just how vulnerable she was. She started running through all of her training, just where to kick, just what vulnerable spots to target.

But thankfully, after one more lingering scan of her body, the man decided to move on, leaving her shivering, but not even noticing the cold anymore.

She double-timed it back to the apartment and ran through the door, locking it quickly behind herself. She jumped when Dean spoke.

“There you are.” He said as he approached. When she jumped and spun to face him, he held his hands up in a sign of surrender. “Whoa, easy there sweetheart.” 

He saw her fear and quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing hold of her upper arms. “What happened?”

Y/N shook her head, feeling silly now for letting one old creepy guy scare her so badly. “No, nothing.” She said, looking around at the empty room. “Where is everyone else?”

Dean waved a hand dismissively. “They just left on a burger run. But it’s clearly not nothing. You flew in here like a bat outta hell, and you’re terrified.” He said with a frown. 

Y/N stepped out his hands and shook her head again. “Seriously, it’s fine.” When Dean just folded his arms and continued to stare at her, she shrugged. “Look, it wasn’t anything, okay? Just - a creepy guy got a little close and gave me the jeebs, okay?”

Predictably Dean’s jaw tensed and he immediately reached for his jacket. “What does he look like?” He said as he shrugged it on. Y/N marched up to him and yanked the jacket back down his arms. 

“You are not going out there after him.” Dean wrestled his jacket away from her and started putting it back on. “Dean, listen to me. What the hell is the plan here? Even if you could find him, which you won’t, what are you going to say to him?”

Dean scowled down at her. “I’m not gonna SAY anything. I think a bloody nose will speak volumes.”

Y/N rushed to stand between him and the door. “Don’t be ridiculous. He didn’t do anything to me.”

Dean scoffed. “You came in here terrified, Y/N. Now that doesn’t happen because of nothing.”

Y/N shook her head. “Look, it was just stupid of me okay? I panicked. He was just being gross, and he said that…” She waved away the memory of his predatory look. “I overreacted.”

Dean’s voice was dark and deadly. “Bullshit. You don’t overreact about stuff like this. This guy was obviously trash.” When Y/N shrugged her acquiescence, Dean sighed and then frowned at her again. “What the hell were you doing walking around in the dark, alone, anyway? What were you thinking? You should’ve called me to come pick you up.”

Y/N felt her hackles rise at his scolding tone. “I didn’t need you to pick me up, it’s like four blocks away.”

“Well, obviously you did, because some creep came after you.”

Y/N gritted her teeth. “And that’s my fault now?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying it’s your fault the guy’s a creep, but you should’ve known better than to walk home alone in the dark.”

“Screw you, Winchester!” Y/N exploded, all her pent up fear and adrenaline rushing forth. “I should be able to walk four fucking blocks without some disgusting mouth breather thinking he can come after me, thinking he has the right to…to…and then to tell me ‘people were gonna get ideas’ about me? Is that what this is, Dean? Does me having the audacity to walk four blocks without a goddamn escort make you believe I’m game for anything? That it must mean I wanna be thrown down for a roll in the snow?”

She was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. Tears started to fall and she dashed them away instantly. Nothing frustrated her more than the fact that anger and fury made her cry.

Dean was staring at her, looking a little shell-shocked. She stomped past him and slammed herself into the bathroom. She didn’t come out until she heard everyone else get back. She and Dean didn’t talk over supper; if anyone noticed their silence, they never mentioned it.

Hours later Y/N was laying in the dark listening to the men around her snoring and she sighed and stood up, walking carefully through the narrow path of cots. She threw on her jacket and shoes and stepped outside. She needed fresh air.

She wasn’t outside very long when Dean stepped outside to join her. He didn’t say anything, just breathed into his hands in an attempt to warm them up.

Y/N shot a look his way. “You out here to make sure I have a suitable chaperone?”

Dean sighed and then reached for her hand; she let him take it. He nodded his head sideways. “Come on, let’s warm up.” He tugged her towards the Impala and she followed.

Dean slipped into the front seat to turn on the car, running the heater and putting the radio on low, but then he climbed into the back seat, beckoning Y/N to join him. She slid into the seat, but sat apart from him, slightly rigid. She felt awkward and unsure. They’d fought - what happened now?

Dean was silent for a while too, until he finally let out a little puff of air and a laugh, shaking his head.

Y/N looked at him warily. “What’s so funny?”

Dean shrugged, and shot her a heart melting smile. “I’ve never apologized to you after fighting with you, I kind of don’t know how. In the past we never apologized for pissing each other off, we just scowled at each other for a few hours and then got burgers.”

Y/N couldn’t help a small smile. “I mean, I could eat.”

Dean laughed again, and pulled her close to him as the tension between them dissolved away. “I really am sorry though, sweetheart. I never meant to make it seem like I thought it was your fault some jackass acted like a pig towards you. I just…” He hesitated before continuing. “Well, I panicked a bit at the idea of you being alone and vulnerable. But, you’re right, doesn’t mean you need a bodyguard. Hell, I know you could have kicked his ass.”

Y/N smiled up at him, but her voice was a little shaky. “Maybe, but you’re right too. In that moment I felt really vulnerable. In spite of all my training, in spite of everything, he really scared me.” She snuggled herself deeper into Dean’s side and he held her tighter. “And that made me really angry, which I sort of took out on you. Sorry.”

Dean shrugged, jostling her slightly. “Nah, I deserved it.”

She climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her cheek against his warm chest. They stayed like that for a long time, just savoring the happiness of making it through their first fight intact. They didn’t realize (but probably should have) that it was going to be the first fight of many.

Both Y/N and Dean were incredibly stubborn, with quick tempers, and strong emotions. That often led to arguments, which sometimes led to all out fights.

One of the things they fought about was what Y/N was going to do after she graduated. She was up in the air about her next move, and Dean was horrified by the idea of her living across the country, and going about her life every day without him, and far worse was the idea of him having to live every day without her. He tried to get that across to her but it never came out right, and she always accused him of trying to tell her what to do with her life, trying to hold her down.

They had a few knock down, drag out fights over that subject, before Y/N made the decision to wait on college at least for now. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted to do with her life anyway, so for now at least, she was a hunter. But she wasn't sure if that was what she wanted forever. Their fathers made it seem as though that was their only choice, and she knew Dean believed that, but she and Sam weren't so sure. 

For the time being though, she was satisfied to keep traveling and hunting, spending all her free time with Dean, fighting and making up. 

The making up was worth the fights.

For the most part, Sam and their dads stayed clear of them when they were in battle mode. They’d all been thrown for a loop when they found out Dean and Y/N were dating. When they told their dads, at first the two men weren’t thrilled. But eventually they settled for telling them to just make sure not to let it affect the team. 

But poor Sam on the other hand, found out about them in a much more visceral way - by walking in on them, locked in a heated embrace, in the motel room one day, only a few days after they started dating. 

"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed loudly as Dean and Y/N leapt apart. Sam's face wore a look of deep disgust. 

Dean grinned and shrugged, pulling a blushing Y/N back into his arms. 

"Sorry, little brother, but it's true. Y/N couldn't resist me any longer."

Sam made a retching noise, and Y/N elbowed Dean in the ribs. "Sorry if it's weird, Sam, we probably should have told you."

Sam's expression was still disbelieving and slightly horrified but he shrugged slowly.

"Whatever. Just…" He held up a hand and his voice was pleading. "Never make out around me. Please! And for God's sake, learn to lock a door."

"What good would that do?" Dean called after him as he walked away. "You have a key!"

***

They celebrated their one year anniversary the fall after Y/N graduated. Dean took her out to a nice dinner. He had to wear a jacket and tie, and he fidgeted in it all evening, but he wanted to spoil Y/N a bit, so he just dealt with it.

After dinner though, he chucked his suit jacket in the backseat, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves before climbing behind the wheel and taking them for a long drive. They listened to music and Y/N even forced Dean to sit through a few of the sappy love songs she’d put together on a mixed tape. He scowled the whole time, but he held her hand and pulled her closer to him on the seat.

Finally, not long before midnight, he pulled down a deserted road and then off the road into an abandoned field. He put the car in park and cut the engine, leaving the radio playing softly in the background.

Y/N shot him a knowing smile and her voice was coy when she spoke. “And what, pray tell, are we doing here?”

Dean shrugged and put on an innocent face. “Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking maybe we could, uh…play some games…twenty questions? I spy?”

Y/N stifled her laugh to nod solemnly. “Right. Okay, I’ll start. I spy…a big fat liar.”

Dean grabbed his chest as though mortally wounded. “Ugh! I spy my very injured heart.”

Y/N laughed softly. “That’s really not the way you play the game.”

Dean dropped his hands from his broken heart and turned towards her. “No? K, then twenty questions.” He picked up her hand and stroked his thumb across her knuckles. His emerald green gaze bore into hers and she felt butterflies start fluttering in her lower belly. 

His voice was low, and rich, and smooth as he asked, “What am I thinking about right now?”

Y/N felt her cheeks flame as she read his intentions, plain as day, in the heated look that spread across his face.

She laughed breathlessly and corrected him. “That’s not how you play that game either. You’re supposed to pick a person, place or thing, and then I have to guess it.”

Dean nodded. “Ah, I see.” He responded, as though this was all new information. “Okay, then I pick person. Guess WHO I'm thinking about right now.”

Y/N bit her lip and closed an eye as though she was thinking hard. “Hmm…is she…bigger than a breadbox?” She asked and grinned.

“Barely.” Dean answered with a chuckle, just before he lifted her easily into his lap, making her gasp in surprise.

She settled herself on his thighs, wiggling against him and eliciting a groan from Dean. She knew the cause of it and grinned devilishly. She asked her next question as she played with his tie. “Do I know her?”

“Hmph.” Dean grunted. “The answer to that is very philosophical.” 

Y/N looked up at him through her lashes. “It has to be yes or no answers.”

“20 Questions is no fun. Let's go back to I Spy.” Dean said as he began trailing his thumb across Y/N's bottom lip. “I spy, a pair of lips I really wanna kiss.”

He brushed his lips across hers like a breath. She sighed and chuckled. “You really suck at these games.” Her gaze was mischievous as Dean looked into her eyes. 

He shrugged and plunged his hand into her hair. “Fine, I give up. I lose.” He said before covering her mouth with his, sucking the breath from her body. 

He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. “Wow.” Y/N said breathlessly. “You letting me win, that's a first.”

Dean grinned. “Well, I think we both win, actually.” His grin faded into something softer, and he shifted away from her and lowered his thick lashes, hiding his bright green orbs from view

“And I think maybe…this might be a night to talk about…firsts.”

They were both silent a moment before Dean looked back at her. His gaze was earnest and he was quick to reassure her. 

“I'm not saying we have to do anything or…anything. Just…we should probably talk about it.” He bit his lip and shot her a worried look. “I mean, dontcha think?”

Y/N thought of how far they'd gone recently, spurned on by incredible heat and passion, and an endless need to get closer, ever closer to each other. But they always stopped themselves, pulling away from each other with extreme difficulty.

She nodded at Dean; yes, they should definitely talk about it. 

Yet both of them stayed quiet. Finally Y/N just reached up and kissed him again, pushing her fingers through his short hair to grasp the back of his head and press him tighter against her. 

He licked her lips open and she whimpered slightly. They traded breaths, and tasted each other thoroughly. Dean's hand slid up from her waist to slide under her blouse and trace along the top of her bra. He moved his mouth down the column of her throat and Y/N leaned back to give him easier access.

When she did so, however, her back bumped into the horn, making them both jump and then start laughing. Y/N buried her face in Dean's neck and tried to catch her breath.

Dean pulled her hand up and kissed her palm. “Maybe we should continue this conversation in the back seat?”

Y/N nodded shyly. 

She slid off of his lap and then followed him outside as he opened the back door. He went to the trunk and before they got in, he laid down a soft wool blanket that's smelled just a bit like metal and car oil. 

Dean scooted all the way over to lean against the passenger side door, pulling Y/N back into his lap.

After a minute he cleared his throat. “K, before we go get distracted again, we're gonna talk, yeah?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, talk.” There was a beat pause. “I think we should have sex.”

Dean's eyes widened at the blunt suggestion. “Like…now?” He asked, his words a little strangled.

Y/N laughed. “Yes, now. Given how rarely we're alone together, if we don't do it now, we may have to wait another entire year.”

Dean chuckled but looked hesitant. “Y/N I don't want you to feel like we're on some kind of schedule here. I mean -” 

Y/N interrupted him. “No, Dean. I just mean, I don't wanna…I mean, I can't wait anymore.”

She reached up and ran her hand down his cheek. “I want you, and I’m…I'm ready.”

Dean clasped her hand on his cheek and pulled her fingers to his lips, kissing each tip. “Me too, sweetheart. Been ready for a long time in fact.”

Y/N smiled shyly and stretched up to kiss the corner of his jaw, cut square and as sharp as glass. Dean curled in on her, unbuttoning the first few buttons on her blouse and pushing it off her shoulder so he could kiss her there. His teeth scraped delicately across her skin. 

Y/N gasped and shuddered. Dean pulled back to look down at her. He brushed the wispy tendrils of hair off her face as he studied her flushed cheeks and shallow breathing.

When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he smiled at her and spoke, slightly hesitant.

“Are you scared?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, not scared. Just,” she ducked her head, “just nervous I guess.” She met his gaze again. “It's a big deal, you know?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah.” 

Y/N bit her lip before licking them. “You've…um…you've done it. Before. Right?”

Dean looked slightly uncomfortable, but nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I have.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, then. “How many girls?”

Dean scowled and cleared his throat. “Y/N let's…I don't wanna talk about this. We don't have to talk about this.”

Y/N shifted slightly in his lap again and Dean hissed and clenched his jaw against the movement as she responded. “Come on. You were there in the same health class as me, listening to Coach Ginter tell us we need to know about our partner's sexual history.”

“Y/N.” 

“Come on.” She urged him. “I wanna know. It's the responsible thing to do. You know about all zero of my former partners."

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes slightly. “Okay, if I tell you, you're not gonna freak out?”

“No, of course not.”

“Promise?”

It was Y/N's turn for an eye roll. “Yes, I promise.”

Dean breathed out through his nose and was quiet a moment. “Five.”

Y/N's eyes widened. “You've had sex five times?”

Dean shook his head. “No, five girls. I've had sex lots of times.”

He seemed to catch his mistake and and shook his head dismissively. “But they don't matter.”

But Y/N wasn't listening. “Who were they?”

Dean sat up straight. “Uh uh. We're not doing that.”

Y/N raised her voice slightly and slid off Dean's lap to sit on the seat. “Doing what? This is the proper thing to do. Coach Ginter said that we-”

“Jesus Christ!”Dean barked out and then let out a thoroughly  exasperated laugh. “Would you stop bringing up the image of Coach Ginter is his fucking short shorts and sweat-stained white t-shirts. It's really killing the vibe here.”

Y/N wasn't laughing. “The only thing killing the vibe is the fact that you won't tell me who the scores of women were that you slept with.”

Dean frowned. “Not scores. Five.” He held up a hand full of fingers. “Five.”

“Okay, then who were they?”

Dean dropped his head into his hand. “Y/N!” He growled.

“Just tell me.” Y/N said, in what was clearly a forced calm. “It's no big deal, I'm just curious.”

Dean sighed deeply before looking back at her. “You have to promise, swear!” He said with a raised finger. “That you're not gonna get mad.”

Y/N was shaking her head before he finished. “Of course not.”

“Say ‘I promise’.”

“I promise.” Y/N said, hand over heart.

After a minute Dean took a deep breath. “Tracey Reeves. She was my first.”

The name rang a bell, and Y/N squinted, searching her memory, and then it dawned on her and her face became slack with shock, quickly followed by outrage.

“Tracey REEVES!! You mean that sadistic bitch who tortured me at the start of our freshman year?”

Dean scoffed. “Come on! It was initiation! All the seniors were torturing freshman! I got tortured too! It was just hazing. I mean, it wasn't that bad, for god's sake it was a fucking school event. The principal was there!"

Y/N pouted. “Yeah well, your little sweetie pie dumped that jar of mayonnaise on my head with just a bit too much glee.”

Dean rolled his eyes and then Y/N held a hand up. “Wait, wait. We left there before Halloween. So…” Her eyes got big. “You lost your virginity when you were fourteen?” Her voice was all disbelief.

Dean's jaw clenched. “Is this judgment?”

Y/N looked away and shook her head. “Who else?”

Dean growled again. “Ugh! Y/N, come on!”

“Who?!”

“You don't know three of them, k? You never met them.”

Y/N did quick math. “And the fifth one? Who was she?”

Dean stared at her, and Y/N could tell he was frustrated beyond belief, but her stubbornness wouldn't let her stop. She stared defiantly at him, waiting for him to answer.

He shook his head and spoke quietly. “You still promising to not get mad?” He said sarcastically.

“I'm not mad.” Y/N insisted. 

Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled out his answer. “Sam's tutor, Casey.”

Y/N felt her heart stop. “She's…she was tutoring Sam when we got together.”

Dean stepped on the end of her sentence. “It was before that. Before we got together.”

Y/N squeezed her hands into balls with white knuckles. “How long before?”

“Who cares?” Dean shouted defensively. “The only thing that matters is the ‘before’ part!”

But Y/N was barely listening. She was doing more math. “She was only tutoring Sam for like a week before we started dating.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dean mumbled, “You have the fucking memory of an elephant.”

When Y/N just kept staring at him he heaved a sigh and spoke angrily. “Fine, yes, it was three or four days before we got together.”

Y/N felt her heart begin to hurt. “You said, but you said you liked me then. You said, you’ve liked me since we were kids.”

“I did!” Dean said vehemently, and then amended his words. “I have! I do!”

“But that whole week leading up to us getting together, you said you knew I was jealous, you knew I was interested.”

“No, I said, I HOPED you might be interested. I didn't know anything for sure.”

“And you couldn't wait to find out?!” Y/N asked near tears. “You just slept with some other girl and then three days later started kissing me? What did Casey think about this? I mean she came over at least four or five more times after that. Did you, uh, decide to go for a second round just to say goodbye?”

Dean's face became immobile and expressionless but his eyes were hurt and hard. “If you actually think that, think I'd do that, what the fuck are you doing here with me? Why are you with me at all?”

“I don't know!” Y/N shouted, her temper exploding. “Maybe if I'd known I was dating some kind of man-whore I wouldn't be here!”

Her temper tried to blind her to the way Dean flinched at her words, but she saw it, and it sat heavy in her heart. But her chest was heaving and her eyes burned and she refused to apologize.

Dean didn't say anything. He just opened the door and walked out to get to the driver's seat. Y/N stayed in the back. He started up the car and drove them all the way home in silence.

The night that had started with so much promise and excitement, had been shattered; promises made and broken. But the broken promise of them - what they almost were - that was what cut Y/N the most.

This fight felt different. It felt final, dark. Jealousy and hurt feelings, anger and resentment festered between them.

For days that turned into weeks they avoided each other as much as possible. Dean was gone all the time, and it ripped Y/N's heart out to think of where he might be spending his time. 

She wanted to say sorry, wanted the fight to just melt away between them as they always had before. They'd been so close to something permanent, something binding between them, and now it was ruptured, leaving a crater between them.

She didn't know how to cross it.

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[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 5

Sabo x Reader

TW: Home invasion

[y/c] = your city

"Weakness." You punched Sabo into the lava and watched him burn to death.

"[Y/n] I was in the middle of collecting quartz," Sabo whined and respawned back at his base.

"Karma's a bitch," you laughed.

You were playing Minecraft with your online friend Sabo, who you've been playing online games with for the past 10 years. Started ever since you got Minecraft as a kid and played on servers, after playing a few mini-games you friended him, and eventually, you exchanged Discord users (when it became a thing). Yeah, yeah, the internet is a dangerous place, blah blah blah, Sabo was cool though, you trusted him, you've already done video calls with him, and honestly he's been there for you more than anyone else.

There were countless late nights where you two stayed up, gaming while discussing some deep topics. Sometimes they were philosophical nonsense, other times they were about struggles going on in life, you both cried over call during those kinds of nights. Safe to say you and Sabo's friendship was real, you just wished he lived near you so he could visit-

"Oh now I'm not going to share the surprise I was going to tell you," Sabo said when he teleported back to the nether.

"Surprise? What surprise?" You crouched your Minecraft character in front of him.

"Nooooo, I'm not going to say." Sabo walked around you and begun mining quartz once again.

"Come onnnnn, Sabo."

"Surprises are for nice spouses."

Ah, that's right, I forgot to mention your married Sabo in Minecraft, for "XP benefits" of course.

"I'll give you golden apples."

"Mhmmmmm."

"And... a three stacks of cookies."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Sabo spun around and picked up the items you dropped for him before going on his merry way.

"Okay, now tell me," you said following after him.

"So you remember how I said my brothers and I planning to go on a trip over Christmas?" Sabo asked as he started to build a bridge over lava.

"Yeah, kinda sucks since that means you won't be able to play online," you grumble as you slowly crept behind him as he placed blocks. Playing with Sabo was all you looked forward to these days so him reminding you that you wouldn't be able to play with him during that time, you felt your mood deflate.

"Well guess where we're going."

"Uhhhh Tim Buck Two."

"No, we're going to [y/c]."

"Really!?" Your demeanour spun a 180, your excitement pulled a shiny smile across your face.

"I knew you'd be happy but I didn't think you'd get the same energy when you see your favourite blorbos on screen," Sabo laughed as the two of you were now bridging over a group of piglins on the ground.

"Because you are one of my little blorbo husbandos," you cooed knowing it'd fluster him.

"...I'd like to see you say that to me in person."

"You say that like I won't."

"[Y/n], you can barely ask an employee for help at the grocery store."

"Shush." You hit Sabo off the bridge and watched him fall to his doom, or so you thought. He placed a water block on the ground, in the nether. "Are you using your hacks again!?"

"You better move before I get back up and knock you off," Sabo warned.

"You won't dare."

"Or I would-" Sabo cut himself off when he heard something loud thud over on your end. "What was that?"

"Hm?" You were playing music in the background, talking to Sabo, and listening to Minecraft sounds with your noise-cancelling headphones so you didn't hear it.

"Something heavy fell over on your end."

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"Ace does that trick, not me."

"I wouldn't put it past you to use one of your brother's tricks."

"Okay, I'll stop building up-" Sabo ceased stacking blocks and looked up at your character. "You pause your game and check what fell over."

"Fine." You pause your game and start to take your headphones off.

"Wait!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Turn your camera on."

"Why?"

"It's... I just got a bad feeling."

"Okay..." You shrugged off Sabo's uneasiness and turned on your camera before taking off your headphones and started looking around your room to see what fell.

"Must've fell outside," you muttered heading toward your bedroom door and opening it.

Sabo couldn't see what was outside your door, whatever stood out there made you slam your shut and scramble to push your dresser in front of the door. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as realization hit him that shit is hitting the fan. He fumbled on his end to grab his phone and rapidly tapped buttons.

"Sabo..." You were now back in front of the computer, the dresser completely blocking the door. "Call the cops."

"Way ahead of you," Sabo said as the phone began ringing. "What's going on?"

"There's...there's a guy in...in my house." You could hardly pull your words together since your brain is currently spinning around to find the way for you to survive. "He...he's throwing things around... I think...I think he saw me." You started typing your address to Sabo so he could tell the cops where to go, you sent it before but it'd take too long for him to scroll up to find it. 

Sabo muted himself, probably so he wouldn't be heard talking to the cops. You backed away from the computer again, this time grabbing your bookshelf full of manga and pushing it in front of your door. Once that also blocked the door, you glanced around for more things to push in front of the door but the only heavy stuff left was your bed and desk which could be hiding places that the intruder could look around, and any few seconds he wasn't finding you was a second more of survival.

You picked up your headset and put it back on, Sabo was still muted. You clicked on the Minecraft tab so it'd cover your screen and he- if the invader came into your room- wouldn't know your camera was on with a witness. You took your phone just in case, making sure it was on silent and hid in the closet, making sure no sound came when you closed the door. You climbed into your laundry basket, burying yourself under your dirty clothes, for once grateful you forgot to do laundry.

"Okay, the cops are on their way- [Y/N]?? Where are you [Y/n]???" Sabo felt his heart drop.

"i'm in the closet," you whispered.

"Why didn't you climb out your window?"

"don't you remember that i told you the lock is broken? i live on the 10th, that's suicide," you whisper-shouted.

"Just stay on call, okay, police will be there soon."

"...okay."

Your meek voice squeezed Sabo's heart, his wish he was there to deal with the guy himself, or at this to be there to reassure you everything is going to be okay. Alas, all he could do was sit there on the other end of the screen, helpless as you both listened to something banging on your door.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

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[baldursgat3]

Part 2 of my Enemies to Lovers. 3.1k words this time. Once again. Got away from me. This chapter literally doesn't even contain Astarion physically it's all just Karlach. I just love her I'm sorry but I said slow burn and I fuckin meant it

Part 1

“You mean Astarion?” She looked sadder now, glancing back towards the camp outside your tent. “He's not a monster any more than you are. Being a vampire doesn't just make you a monster.” “Luring countless people to their deaths does, though.” You could see the way it hurt her when you spoke about him that way, but it was true. He'd probably just won her over with his fancy words and pretty lies. “And you're all letting him tag around and play hero! As though he deserves any of it!” Your voice was rising in volume, you could hear it. You couldn't stop it though. It was hard not to let your emotions control you after everything. But you could see the sadness in her eyes at your words and that hurt.

At some point, the comfort and warmth of Karlach’s body as she carried you close to her chest wound up putting you to sleep. You'd tried to stay awake, hoping to scope out how your city had changed but you barely made it out of the palace before her warmth consumed you completely. It had just been so long since you'd felt comfortable and safe like this.

Safe? No you didn't feel safe. Not exactly. Well maybe a little? No! No not at all, you weren't safe with these people. They were all friends of Astarion's, they couldn't be trusted. How foolish was your exhausted mind that you allowed that vile man to convince you to be taken away again? Just because his warm, soft, beautiful- just because his friend said a few nice words?

Your mind tried to reconcile your conflicted thoughts as you slowly woke up. You were in some kind of tent. Nothing fancy, just some blankets and a bedroll, but it was far softer than the floor of your cell. It seemed to be daylight out, though it could've been absolutely any time. All you knew was that it was night when you left Cazador's palace.

Was this their game? How cruel. You were trapped in this little tent. There was only one exit and it led directly to your death. You were stuck in there, at least until nightfall.

You sat for a while, fuming about your new brand of captivity before your eyes fell on a small stack of books near the head of your bedroll. Books? Did you even remember how to read?

You hated the way your fingers trembled as you picked up one of the books. You still hadn't eaten anything, you didn't really feel like holding it, so you sat cross legged and rested it in your lap.

It had been so long since you'd held a book. You had always loved reading, it was the reason your old friends had pressured you into trying to go out more. You spent too much time reading. Well, reading never got you kidnapped and locked away for 200 years.

They weren't books you would've picked, but they were acceptable. Two of them were cheesy romance novels that you read sometimes and only in secret. The one in your lap was some adventure fiction about a dragon slayer or something. Not your cup of tea, but it was well written. And it wasn't like you had anything else to do.

Besides, the more you lost yourself in the book, the more the anger and fear of the day began to fade. It was easy to get lost in a world of grand heroics. You'd finished nearly 100 pages by the time you were interrupted.

The tent flap swung open abruptly - you'd been too engrossed in your book to hear anyone approach. Though it was largely blocked by the figure standing in front of it, several rays of sunlight struck your skin as you hissed and recoiled. You heard a soft “Oh shit!” before the flap closed and the sun was kept at bay once more.

You had never been burnt by the sun before. You hadn't seen daylight since before you were taken away from the world. It had only touched your skin for a moment and you could feel exactly where it had, like an awful sunburn. But still, your heart ached for the light. It was so close and completely out of your reach.

Karlach sat in front of you in your tent, an apologetic look in her eyes. “Sorry, I… kinda forgot you can't be in the sun.”

You were so torn. If it was anyone else you could've been nasty to her without a second thought. But she seemed so much kinder than anyone else you'd spoken to. The part of you that ached relentlessly for companionship, to not be lonely anymore, it begged you to ignore the other part of your mind that didn't trust anyone that was even remotely close to Astarion. You couldn't trust her.

But you still couldn't be mean to her. So you just sighed, throwing her a quizzical look, rather than a bitchy one. “Don't you live with a vampire right now?”

“Oh, well yeah… but…” She seemed hesitant to continue, though you only looked at her, blankly, leaving her no real choice. “Well he doesn't… okay so this is complicated.”

Over the next several minutes she laid out exactly what had been happening, the mind flayers, the cult, the tadpoles. Cazador had just been a pitstop on their world saving mission. It was difficult to imagine someone like Astarion trying to save the world. Karlach? She was hero material. Not that slimy little twink.

More importantly than anything, though, she very cautiously told you that the parasite they shared gave Astarion protection from the sun. Of course it did. He got everything, didn't he? Wasn't he lucky? You only stared longingly at the glow that came from outside your tent, and he was free to frolic about it in however he wished.

She must've seen the anger that flooded your face, as she reached out to try to comfort you. You didn't stop her as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “I'm sorry… For what happened to you. With him. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything from me, but I am sorry.”

“Why does he get to be in the sun? Why does he get to kill Cazador?” You were angry and tired and still so very very hungry. “He ruined my life. He ruined so many people's lives. He deserves to rot in the ground.”

“I… I don't think this is a conversation we should be having. You deserve to talk to him about this. I think you deserve to talk to each other, actually.” Her words were soft. As much as you never wanted to look at him again, she was right. This wasn't her issue, you wouldn't get the answers you needed from her.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself and reign in your anger. When you spoke again, your voice was much calmer, more even and less distressed. “So, then… why did you come here?”

“Oh!” Her eyes lit up and you suddenly realized how much warmer it was in your tent with her in it. “I came to offer you a snack.” She grinned, holding out her hand out to you with a closed fist.

You simply stared at her, looking between her face and her hand, mostly confused why she was taking so long to open her hand and actually give you something. “Um…”

“Sorry, did you not want it?” She pulled her hand back, just a bit. A confused, sad look crossed her face as she looked back at you.

“No, no!” It was the first time you ever managed any kind of excitement as you shook your head. “I do, I just… what are you… giving me?”

“A… drink…?” She seemed just as confused as you were. “Do you not drink blood, like Astarion? I'm sorry, I guess I just assumed-”

“You'd let me bite you?” Your heart lept into your throat. You'd never had anything but a couple rats in your miserable life as a vampire. Even then, that was so long ago and they had been given to you only as such wonderful gifts.

Karlach chuckled, a warm, comforting sound. “If you want to. But I will pull you off if you don't stop yourself and I super promise I'm stronger than you.” She grinned at you and you felt your lips twitch upwards in response. It was the closest thing to a smile you'd managed in over a century. How odd.

You very gently took her hand in both of yours, staring at her as though you were waiting for her to jerk away at any moment. She didn't though, she just smiled back at you. “Might be a little warmer than you're used to.”

Used to. She thought you were used to drinking blood of any kind. It was still a strange concept to you but… if she was offering, it must not be an issue for you to worry about. Not morally anyway.

Ever so gently you sunk your fangs into one of her veins, piercing her warm skin as her blood dripped onto your tongue. It was definitely warm. Almost hot like coffee. It was… sweet though. Not like coffee. Like hot chocolate. A perfect cup of hot chocolate after too long spent outdoors in the cold.

It didn't really occur to you to think about how strange it was to compare someone else's blood to a children's drink, you were too consumed by your hunger. She was delicious, far different than any of the rats you'd eaten. You could feel her warmth as it seemed to radiate through your body.

You really didn't mean to lose yourself, you were just so hungry. Besides, you believed her when she said she was stronger than you. You only hoped she knew when you'd had too much because you were accidentally set to drink her completely dry

She might've been telling you to stop, you really couldn't hear anything over the fireworks going off in your head as you finally ate something. Or - someone maybe.

Still, you suddenly felt her palm against your forehead as she pushed your head away from her wrist. You barely had the strength to instinctively resist her. You were still starving.

“- make yourself sick, mate.” You heard her voice come into focus as you wiped your mouth. It took a moment, but you shook yourself out of your frenzy, glancing up at her with frightened eyes.

“Oh, I- I'm sorry.” You whispered. “I didn't… I really didn't mean to-”

“Hey, it's okay.” Her voice was bright as ever. “Might've been a lot but I doubt they'll need me to whack anything too big tomorrow.”

What was wrong with this woman? Why was she so kind? So happy? How could she smile so easily like this? It didn't seem like her trust even wavered in you at all, despite you barely even trying to resist your hunger. “Why are you doing this?”

Her eyes softened, though the smile always remained on her face. “There's a lot of shit in this world. We've both been through hell, we know what it's like. Why would I want to cause more of that? Especially when I can help, instead?”

You wanted to laugh at her, a part of you was almost angry that she acted like she knew what you'd been through. She was so kind though, you just couldn't find it in your undead heart to be mean to her. Still, you sighed and looked away. “I don't think you understand what it's like to go through hell.”

She laughed. She was laughing at you, why was she laughing? You straightened up, a bit startled and a little irritated that she would do that. She must've seen it on your face, too, because she held her hands up in defense as she stopped laughing.

“I'm sorry, that wasn't nice.” She still smiled. “It's just- it's not your fault but gods, you couldn't be more wrong. I mean I literally went through hell. A personal attack dog for Zariel for ten years. I know you've got time on me but, I mean… front lines of the Blood War? Maybe we call it a draw.”

You stared at her quizzically. There was no way this woman survived ten years in the hells and came out like this. She was so… friendly? “You can't be serious.”

“Dead serious.” She thumped her chest, a loud banging sound echoing out as though she was hitting steel. “Gave me this to remember them by. An infernal engine right where my heart should be.”

It made sense, she ran hotter than anyone you'd ever known. If she had fires from the hells roiling in her chest, that'd explain it. Still, it baffled you. Devils stole her heart from her and she still smiled at you and laughed and bantered.

Her smile softened just a bit, taking on a sadder undertone. “So trust me when I say I know what it's like to deserve better. I understand a lot more of what you're feeling than you might think. You're surrounded by good people, though.”

“I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed, pulling your knees in. Karlach was the exception, but you were positive every other person in this camp was just as vile as Astarion. “You've been harboring a monster with you this whole time, someone must've okayed that.”

“You mean Astarion?” She looked sadder now, glancing back towards the camp outside your tent. “He's not a monster any more than you are. Being a vampire doesn't just make you a monster.”

“Luring countless people to their deaths does, though.” You could see the way it hurt her when you spoke about him that way, but it was true. He'd probably just won her over with his fancy words and pretty lies. “And you're all letting him tag around and play hero! As though he deserves any of it!”

Your voice was rising in volume, you could hear it. You couldn't stop it though. It was hard not to let your emotions control you after everything. Especially now that you've actually got a bit of energy from feeding on Karlach. But you could see the sadness in her eyes at your words and that hurt.

“Astarion was a victim. Just like you were. It was just… in different ways.” She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands awkwardly. “This really isn't a conversation I should have with you. It's not my story to tell. All I can ask is that you give him a chance. Cazador controlled him too. He knows, more than anyone, the anger you feel.”

That was true. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Cazador had been using Astarion and his “siblings” for. It was hard to care how little say he might've had in the matter when your life was still over. It wasn't like you didn't blame Cazador but “Astarion still chose me.”

Your voice was soft now, tears welling up in your throat as you spoke. She wasn't hitting you with any new revelations. You had assumed Astarion had been manipulated or even controlled into fetching prey for Cazador. Various stories of him from your cellmates painted the picture of a man who didn't exactly want to be sacrificing strangers to an evil man but the point remained. He could've picked up any number of people. And he chose you.

Karlach didn't seem to know how to respond. You didn't know the woman too well but you got the feeling she wasn't speechless very often. Not that you minded when she was so friendly. Now though, you both just sat awkwardly in your tent, neither of you quite sure what to say.

Finally, after what was likely only about ten seconds that felt like a year, she spoke again, her voice quieter than you were used to. “He did.” There was no point in trying to make an excuse. There wasn't much sense in arguing. Obviously if he hadn't chosen you it would've been someone else, but what comfort would that be?

You had been miserable, starved and isolated for nearly two centuries. Stripped away from your family and friends, your home, every plan you ever had, everything. You were keenly aware it was selfish to wish such suffering on anyone else but, at a certain point, you stopped caring about your morality. You would've given anything for him to have chosen someone else.

It didn't feel good, when you first realized you felt that way. The recognition that your suffering had worn away at the very core of who you were. Thoughts and feelings you would've never imagined happening filled your mind. Violence and anger and bitterness. A deep, boiling hatred and a desperate longing for revenge. All emotions that you had never been terribly familiar with before all this, not really. Now they consumed you.

“I'm sorry.” Karlach's voice was gentle. Though her eyes displayed a kind of sadness, she still smiled. She still seemed so optimistic. You didn't understand. “Look, I'm not gonna make you do anything, but I think you should talk to Astarion. I'll be there too, if you want, so nobody kills anyone.”

You laughed. It was a short, somewhat bitter laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. “That seems smart.” You didn't want to talk to Astarion. He didn't deserve anything from you but… maybe Karlach did. She was the reason you were out of that shitty dungeon. Even if you were stuck in a tent, you hadn't realized how desperately you'd missed the fresh air. “Fine. I'll talk to him. But only if you're there too.”

Her eyes lit up and you could see her body move instinctively for a moment before she pulled it under control. She had nearly lunged out to hug you, before thinking twice about it. You would've let her. “Oh, awesome! Okay that's exciting. I promise, I think you'll feel better after this, I really do. I'll talk to him, maybe you can chat tonight. You know. When you can actually leave the tent without roasting.”

She smiled at you warmly. Clearly she had been banking on you agreeing to talk to Astarion, though you weren't sure why. Her excitement was contagious, though, and you found yourself smiling in spite of yourself. You wanted to hug her, you wished she'd gone for it and hugged you. It wasn't the sort of thing you felt you could go asking for yet though. So instead you just allowed the smile to remain on your face as you spoke. “Thank you. For- for being kind to me. Even though I'm… kind of a bitch.”

“Eh, you've got reason to be a bitch.” She gave your shoulder a playful shove. “Anyway, you need to rest. Finally had something to eat again after all this time, I'm sure you could use a nap.” She chuckled, rising from the ground in front of you.

She moved to the tent flap, carefully opening it this time to keep the sun's rays off your body. You couldn't help staring longingly at the beam of light on the floor, though. You glanced up as she spoke again, haloed now by the light from outside. “I'll go talk to him, you get some rest, yeah? Later!”

And with that she was gone. But still, you smiled. Her warmth still lingered. Besides, you knew she'd come back.

#astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #im putting it in the tav tag even though its not technically tav #but its basically tav and thats the bigger tag so #this is actually secretly just karlach reader propaganda

[shallowseeker]

Beach Boys

Dean hates that this beach is public.

There’s too many noisy folks, and now a roaming wad of douchey bros (you know the type) is courting Sam for beach volleyball.

Sam looks dumbfounded, like he hasn’t noticed how tall he is, and how that might make him first pick for the intramural beach-losers’ draft.

But Sam, being Sam, quirks an easy grin and says “sure.”

Ugh.

Jack throws puppy eyes, and Sam asks if he can play, too. The dude-bros shrug, friendly in that oily, college-keg-totin’ kinda way.

“I’ll play,” Mary says, jumping up and giving Jack a gentle nudge. “Show you the basics.”

Well, Dean doesn’t wanna play.

It’s been Hell getting his overlapping towels just right so none of the friggin’ hot sand grates against his skin.

The group of college bros move off to the net a little ways down from them and plops their enormous Arctic Cooler keg (surprise, surprise) off to the side.

Rowena pulls her sunglasses down, peeks appreciatively at the mass of tan, muscly bods, and makes to move her entire setup closer, umbrella and all.

“You comin?” she trills.

When Dean shakes his head, she pulls off her oversized hat and plops it on top of his head.

“Suit yourself.”

///

Sam gets the hang of it pretty quickly, but then, he barely has to even jump to spike the ball.

Mary is good—quick on her feet and able to skitter through the thick, ankle-floppin’ sand like a human sand-crab.

Jack is—not good. He misses more than he passes, and his first serve doesn’t even go over the net. The college bros jeer, and Dean squeezes his empty beer can hard enough that it crunches.

He mentally names them: Smirky Opie for the tall redhead, Stifler for sunglasses guy, and A.C. Slater for the dark-haired one.

They’re all dicks.

Dean can tell.

“You can do it!” Mary keeps saying, and Sam just claps his hands like some kind of deranged rec-league coach.

When Jack digs his first spike, Dean whoops for joy. When Sam slams down a kill, Rowena whistles.

///

“They seem to be enjoying themselves.”

Dean hadn’t heard Cas come up.

“Yeah,” he says absent-mindedly. “You got the better stuff?”

Dean peeks up, and Cas’s face is shadowed by the glare of the sun. But he’s got two drinks in hand, one deliciously chocolate and frothy-looking.

“Oooh, gimme.”

Cas dutifully hands over the creamy glass of Bushwacker. Then, Dean watches Cas watch him gulp it down. Finding it difficult to keep his gaze, Dean tracks his eyes back to the game, where Mary misses a block at the net.

“Hold this,” Cas says, and a shorter, orange-colored glass gets shoved into Dean’s free hand.

Dean takes a whiff. Rum?

“Whatcha get?”

Cas’s lips twitch, “Jungle bird.”

Dean fails to hold back a smile. “Nice.”

“Rum, pineapple juice, and Campari, though I can pick out many more molecules than that.”

Cas stoops to snag his own towel, discarded and messy on Dean’s right side, then snaps it mid-air, sending tiny granules spraying too near to Dean’s nest of towels.

“Hey.”

“Sorry.”

Cas re-spreads his towel and settles down, no more than a foot of space between them. Dean glances over, finds him lying flat with both eyes closed.

Cas’s hand shoots out expectantly, and with a fond snicker, Dean sets the Jungle Bird in his open palm.

When Cas takes a small swig, his mouth bumps up against the slice of lime hooked onto the glass rim. His unoccupied hand rests against his stomach, looking extra tan against his plain white tee.

Dean kind of wishes he’d move it, maybe drop it strategically into the space between them.

Dean blurts out, “You don’t wanna play?”

Cas squints one eye open. He looks curiously to the volleyball net.

“Not particularly.” Then, “Those males seem somewhat mean-spirited.”

One of the dudes gets hang-time and crams a spike so hard into Sam’s face that Sam barely gets his wrists up to shank it.

Yeah.

“You have more towels than when I left.”

Dean rolls his eyes. So what if he’d hogged the towels? So what if it made more laundry that they'll have to do tonight?

“Sand’s itchy as fuck, man. You see that beach house five doors down? S’got a hot tub built into their deck.”

Cas’s eyes close again, languid and as close to relaxed as Dean’s ever seen him.

“Hot tub. Wouldn’t you find that oppressively hot in summertime?”

“Not at night! That’s the real time to enjoy the beach anyway.”

Cas stares at him for a long time. Dean can’t parse it.

“Yes,” says Cas.

Dean clears his throat and glances back to the game just in time to see redheaded-douchewad-Smirky Opie spike the ball into Jack’s dopey, smiling face.

Blood sprays from Jack’s nose, and Smirky Opie grins wider.

Dean’s blood pressure goes through the roof.

#when i can’t sleep #i say goodbye to summer #ficlets

[futfemfantasies]

Aussie love - Hayley Raso x reader

Request: For hayley raso one say reader travels from Australia too Manchester to watch haykey play maybe she could be just a fan at first and hayley sees reader in the crowd with a australia top with raso on it so hayley goes and introduce her self  and asks reader out and on there dare she kisses reader obviously reader is Australian 

I kind of went a little bit over board with this one so bare with me 😅

Today is the day you finally get to see your favourite soccer team play. Your best friend and you have travelled from Australia for a soccer tour, as you both like to call it. You have bought many tickets to various WSL and premier league games over the month you are there. You and your best friend head out early in the freezing cold to grab breakfast and do a bit of sightseeing before the game. You both decide to eat the local cafe you have grown to love. When you walk in you tell your friend that you’ll get a table. As you sit down, you didn’t notice a familiar ribbon wearing soccer player in the corner. Throughout your breakfast, you didn’t recognise the brunette but you caught her eye several times. Later on, it was getting close to game time so your friend and you decided to head to the field.

After getting through the long lines, you get to your seats and are satisfied with the seat selection your friend chose. You hear the announcer call out the Man City team and you cheer along with the rest of the crowd as they come onto the field. You start taking pictures of the team, focussing on one player in particular. Next the Everton team come out and a small amount of cheers is heard. The two captains shake hands and they pick where their team is starting from. The ref blows the whistle and the game begins. Everton is putting up a good fight but Manchester City are just too good. First Mary Fowler scores a goal then 15 minutes later, your favourite player scores. You scream a tad louder than everyone else and she looked over with a smile.

The end of the game comes around and the Manchester players come around the sign shirts and posters. You get some selfies with other players before your favourite comes in front of you. Hayley greets you and smiles wide when she recognises your accent. Hayley’s signs the back of your jersey and writes something extra on there. You pull down your hoodie and turn back around to see Hayley get told to move onto the people around you. After all the players leave, you and your friend walk out and back to the hotel a block away.

Back in the hotel room, you take off your hoodie and you hear your best friend gasp. You ask her what’s wrong and she said to look at the back of your jersey. You take off your shirt since you have another underneath and turn the jersey around to see the short message written in the most beautiful handwriting.

(Phone number) text me gorgeous xx

Your mouth goes wide and you race to grab your phone. You text Hayley and send a photo of your jersey so she doesn’t think you’re a stalker. Over the next couple of days you two text and call each other, until Hayley asks you out. You immediately say yes and you realise you have no date worthy clothes with you. You go shopping for the next few hours and race back to the hotel to get ready. Your friend does your makeup and hair and as you slip on your shoes, you get a text that says…

Hey gorgeous, I’m in the lobby xx

You squeal like a little girl and your friend rushes you out the door. The whole way down to the lobby you are freaking out. You wipe you hands on your dress pants and take a deep breath. The elevator doors open and you walk out looking around to find Hayley. You spot her looking down at her phone so you send her a text and she looks up with the biggest grin on her face. We give each other a hug then we walk out to her car. A few hours later and you being very over dressed for laser tag and bowling, you arrive back to your hotel. Hayley offers to take you back to your room because she claims “it’s late at night and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you”. You reach your door and Hayley holds your waist and pulls you towards her slightly. She holds your cheek and starts to lean in. You two share what will be your first kiss of many.

After that first date, you went to the next few City games over the coming weeks and surprised Hayley each time. Unfortunately, it was the last game you could go to until you had to fly back home. Hayley knew this and promised to make this game a showstopper. Throughout both halves of the game, Hayley scored two goals and both times pointed to you and made a heart with her hands. This little gesture made you blush and you friend nudged and teased you to no end. The game ended with City winning 4-0 and Hayley makes a beeline to you after shaking the players hands. 

“You played amazing” You say as you give Hayley a tight hug. 

“Only for you” Hayley replies as you both pull away with both of your faces centimetres from each others.

“Can I kiss you?” Hayley asks. 

“You don’t ever have to ask”

You both share a quick yet loving kiss, causing some fans around you to cheer. You pull back and you’re smiling like a kid with ice cream.  

“Where’s your friend?” You look beside you and realise your friend isn’t next to you. You look around and notices she’s talking to Alanna. 

“She’s occupied” Hayley follows where you’re looking and laughs when Alanna is flirting with your friend. 

A few days later, it’s time for you to fly back to Australia but little does Hayley know you’ll be back very soon and permanently. Your friend extended her holiday and you and Hayley think it’s because of Alanna. Hayley pulls up to the airport parking area and you don’t move. You feel a squeeze on your thigh and look at Hayley as she gives you a sad smile.

“Come on babe, I’ll come in with you” You try to hide your smile at the pet name but fail terribly.

You grab your bags and you two walk in hand in hand into the airport. You know Hayley can’t go passed security without a ticket but she stays with you for as long as she can. You walk up to the check in line and wait with the other 20 or so people there. Hayley brings up the dreaded conversation of what you two are going to do with the distance and all. 

“Well actually, we don’t have to worry about that” 

Hayley gives you a confused look and you explain that the company you work for is expanding to London and need some people to help set it up. Hayley smiles widely and hugs you tight. 

“Congratulations! That’s amazing news. When are you coming back?”

“In a month or so”

As you both inch forward in the line, you stand behind Hayley with your arms around her waist. She leans back into you and your chin rests on her head. You have an idea in your head but are tossing up whether right now is the best time to do it. 

“I can’t go on this flight without knowing that you’re mine. Will you be my girlfriend?” You whisper in Hayley’s ear and she immediately turns around and kisses you.

“I thought you’d never ask” 

#womens soccer #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #hayley raso x reader #matildas x reader #mcfc x reader

[1986harrington]

Girl, You Really Got Me Goin' Part 3/6: Five times you and Steve get ✨ interupted ✨ in public, and one time you don’t… Read part one and two here!

Hot Indiana summers were one of your favourite things about moving to Hawkins - besides Steve, of course. But pool days, where you got to enjoy the sun and your boyfriend's attention?

Those were your favourite.

Especially since this was how you and Steve met, lifeguarding here together two summers ago. It almost felt nostalgic... and maybe that's what made you pick out the red swimsuit you'd worn back then, rather than one of the many other bikinis you'd aquired in the years since.

Or maybe you were just trying to rile him up.

It was cliched, and not very original, but even in the early days before you started dating - when you both bickered and pretended you couldn't stand each other - Steve never denied how you parading around the pool in the standard issue red one-piece with your hair wet and skin glistening really did it for him.

You wondered if it would still have the same effect now.

~~~

It was still early when you arrived with Steve and the gaggle of kids in tow. You all split off into the changing rooms, and when you reappeared from your stall, hair thrown messily onto the top your head, red swimsuit clinging to you - your figure a little fuller in all the right places than it had been the last time you'd worn it - and a towel tossed over your shoulder, you heard Steve clear his throat from the opposite side of the pool.

He'd gathered the boys, showing them how to canonball and hauling them back up from under the surface when they'd play stupid, too-long games of 'who could hold their breath under water the longest'. You took the girls, coaching them on the different kind of strokes until they were gliding across the length of the pool, avoiding the wild splashing of the boys on the other side.

More people began to arrive as the morning wore on, sun rising higher in the sky and the temperature with it. You felt Steve's gaze on you all morning, feeling hotter beneath it than the actual sun. So when Nancy and Jonathan finally arrived, they took over supervision duties to let you and Steve go for some ice-cream.

Or at least, that's what you had told them.

But instead of heading for the ice cream truck parked up in the lot, Steve had your hand in his, fingers interlocked as he guided you through hoards of excitable kids and oblivious sunbathers to the staff changing area.

This had been a common occurance back in the day, an occupational hazard when you're 19, attracted to your co-worker and spend your days dressed in no real clothing.

"I know it's been a while," You commented only somewhat sarcastically when you both finally reached the key-coded door of the staff block. "But you know they lock this place, right?"

"Right," He agreed, sliding himself between you and door as he began punching numbers into the keypad. You found yourself suddenly impatiant, both your palms flat against the planes of his bare back, his skin hot and still wet, smelling faintly of familair chlorine. Your chest was pressed against him now as you tried to look over his shoulder to see what he was doing, and he cursed breathily when your fingers curled, nails biting gently into his skin.

"Lucky for you, I've got a great memory and they're not big on security procedures here."

A second later the blinking light on the keypad turned green and Steve smiled brightly over his shoulder at you, far too smug as the door clicked open and you began urging him inside.

"Helloooooo," Steve called out into the dim building, silent except for the faint dripping of a shower toward the back of the block.

"Coast's clear," He confirmed, his gaze landing on you properly for the first time somewhere he could actually take it in. Your neck and shoulders and chest - all weak spots of his - were on full show, given your hair was still tied up. He watched as water droplets continued to run random paths across your skin - down over the swell of your chest that filled the front of your suit perfectly, all the way to the high edge of material that was cut right above your hipbone, and his eyes kept following them down the length of your bare thighs.

You felt like you were on fire under his gaze, watching his eyes flit all over your body as if he was trying to take it all in at once. He looked like he might be trying to say something, his jaw slack.

"What's wrong, baby?" You asked, stepping closer. "You used to love running your mouth when we were alone in here. And now you've got nothing to say?" You were pouting, lashes batting with faux innocence and frankly it should have been embarassing how obvious you were being, but you couldn't bring yourself to care once he was moving toward you, ushering you inside the nearest stall.

"You're a goddamn tease, y'know that?" He spoke against the shell of your ear, suddenly up against you, all over you, hands squeezing your hips as he tumbled into the changing stall behind you.

"No idea what you're talking about it," You laughed breathily, turning to face him as your back hit the cold wall, arching in response to the chill and pushing your chest up against Steve's.

"Sure you don't," He tried to reply, but the words disappeared into you mouth when his lips met yours.

You'd never felt a snap of tension like it, your body almost going limp as the breath left your body at the sensation of finally having his mouth on yours. It was practiced - hardly a rare occurance between the two of you who were still as infatuated with each other now as you'd ever been, maybe even more so - but there was still a messiness there that came from complete desperation, and that drove you insane.

Steve hands were everywhere - starting off on both sides of your face, holding you in place as he kissed and licked into you. They dropped to your waist once you both had to pull back for air, his mouth moving down to kiss along your cheek and jaw and throat, one hand sneaking back up your body to palm and squeeze at your chest.

"Fuck," He cursed against your throat, sucking a brusing kiss into the spot that had your head falling back against the cold tiled wall as his thumb worked at your nipple, hardening beneath the flimsy material of your one-piece.

You made a strangled sound as his forearm came up to brace him against the wall by your head, his other hand sliding from your chest down the curve of your ass to grab at the back of your thigh, hitching it up around his waist as his mouth came back up to yours.

"Although if I was teasing you," You pulled back from him, releasing his bottom lip from your teeth with a soft tug, "I'd say it worked."

Steve groaned, head falling forward until he was breathing out a defeated laugh into the curve of your neck, open mouthed kisses pressed to your throat as you rolled your hips into his, the hard outline of his cock pressing against your clit, and you may as well have been naked for all the difference your swimsuit made to the sensation.

His hands began to work the straps of your suit down, tugging at it until your chest was bare. He mouthed down your throat, across your collar bone and over the soft curve of your tit until his lips were wrapped around your nipple and you almost bit through your bottom lip trying not to be heard.

"Shi- shit! Oh shit," You panted, hips rolling mindlessly against his hard-on as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh that he was still holding in place.

You used one hand to cling to his shoulder, trying to keep yourself upright, and the other you threaded into his hair. Each tug and pull of his lips and teeth against the bud earned him one back, until he was sucking another bruise into the soft curve your breast before dragging his mouth across chest, kisses pressed to your sternum before working your other nipple the same way.

You were so wet and desperate for friction that you found yourself angling your hips to the side, working yourself against his thigh.

"Fuck, baby, what d'ya want?" He panted against your flushed skin, mouth working it's way back up your body until this eyes were level with yours and it felt like he was looking directly into your fucking soul. “Tell me what you want.”

"I- I wanna come, please," You pleaded, eyes rolling back slightly as your hips continued to grind down against his thigh that he was pushing higher and firmer against you.

"Yeah baby? You wanna come? How bad?"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his mouth was back on yours, lips sliding and teeth biting, groans and curses breathed into each others mouths as you slipped a hand down between you both and beneath the waistband of his shorts.

"As badly as you do," You quipped, and he could feel your smug grin against his cheek were you were peppering kisses as he tried to calm himself.

"Jesus, baby, fucking hell," Steve's forehead fell against the wall between your neck and shoulder, palm still flat against the tiles to steady himself as you squeezed him, hand dragging up and down the length of him until he was biting into the soft curve of your shoulder. “Shit, I’m not- not gonna last if you keep that up.”

You giggled then, a little too smug for your boyfriends liking.

"You thinks that’s funny, huh?” He huffed, eyes still squeezed closed and it was something between a laugh and a groan. "Two can play that game, sweetheart."

Before you had a chance to answer him back, he was pulling the material of your swimsuit aside, two fingers pushing in just enough to feel how wet you were, and suddenly your knees felt like they might buckle beneath you.

"Ohmygod, fuck," You panted against his mouth between kisses, your hand in his shorts picking up pace as he worked you over.

Both your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and left over pool water, sliding against each other pefectly and you felt tears prick at your lashline and the knot in your stomach tightened.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet, you ready for me?" Steve rambled, mouth pressed to yours. “Talk to me, baby. I wanna hear you.”

"Mhm, yes, please," You were nodding frantically, eyes closed and mouth chasing his as if it would help ground you. "Please, please, please,"

"Alright, fuck, just lemme-" He pulled his fingers out from inside you, and you whined at the loss, all the pressure that had been building in your abdomen dissipating as your leg dropped back down to the ground.

"No, no, no, c'mere," You pleaded, dropping his hard length from your grip as you used both hands to push his shorts down and pull his hips back to yours. “I need you inside me, please, baby.”

You took his hand and hooked it back under your knee, told him to keep it high against his side and to use his other hand to pull your suit back to side. You took hold of him again, body trmebling with anticipation as you lined him up with your slick, ready entrance.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot. So fucking good to me, shit.”

You locked your eyes with his, mouths open against each other but just as your began to cant your hips down towards his, you heard bleeping.

Bleeping that came from the keypad.

Fuck.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Steve groaned, and it almost sounded like he was laughing.

"Just- wait a minute. They might leave." You countered, breathless and desperate and suddenly you found yourself praying to whatever sex-positive God that maybe listening that whoever it was would just fuck off.

Your breath was held in your chest, your leg aching at the angle with nothing to distract you from it and then with a final long bleep, the door opened.

Steve cursed, and your head fell back and you thought you might actually cry from the frustration.

There were two voices, ones you didn't recognised, making small talk as they headed from the door to the locker area directly opposite the stalls.

Steve slowly lowered you back to the ground, both feet firmly planted but you still used the wall to steady yourself as you pulled your suit back up into position.

Your eye caught the clock hanging on the far wall, you could just make it out over the door of the stall.

12pm.

"It's change of shift!" You whisper-yelled, slapping at Steve's chest as he adjusted himself back into his shorts with a groan.

"Wha- hey! How exactly is that my fault?!" He was whisper-yelling back at you.

"You were the 'man with a plan'!" You air quoted him. "You remembered a random six digit key code from two years ago, but didn't remember a very simple 6-12 / 12-6 shift pattern?!"

"You know, I love you, I really do. More than anything, actually. But your really unreasonable when you're-"

"When I'm what? Hm? Desperately turned on and seconds away from an orgasm only to-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa - hold up there. Seconds? Am I really that good?"

"Steve." You warned, "Now is really not the time."

"Right, my bad. Sorry."

"How the hell do we get out of here now?" You asked with a roll of your eyes, pushing past him to press your ear against the door.

"Well I don't know about you," He huffed, turning to slump against the wall and gesturing to the front of his shorts. "But I'm not exactly in a rush."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington

[indiaalphawhiskey]

☀️ Sunday Snippet

I know I said I wouldn’t share any more snips for fear of giving the entire cow away piecemeal, but I’m still trying to find my motivation and mojo again, and this is helping. Thank you @crinkle-eyed-boo for the tag!

*

“I’ll play.”

Though that had definitely, definitely been Harry’s morbidly laid back voice and equally laid back shrug, the words still had Louis turning to him, his brow raised in question, because… what?

“What?”

Harry’s arms were crossed over his chest as he shrugged again and repeated, “I’ll play,” like he hadn’t just volunteered to engage in a strenuous competitive activity with a group of professional athletes who probably weren’t even old enough to know George Michael had been in Wham!.

And, maybe, if Louis hadn’t been preoccupied by the words coming out of Harry’s mouth or the images of all the ways this would end in a hospital, he might’ve noticed a hint of… something not all that chill in the green of Harry’s eyes; something akin to a rather… threatening… glint of competition.

“Harry…” Louis tried to warn as the volleyball team grinned widely at the challenge, stepping back into the sun and gesturing for Harry to follow them to the net over their shoulders.

Realizing Harry had neither a shirt nor flip flops to delay him from his now impending hip replacement, Louis stood in front of him, blocking the beach from view, hoping to keep him in place and urge him to see sense.

“Harry Styles,” he implored, his arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, “you cannot be serious.”

“And yet…” Harry said nonchalantly, smirking as he readjusted his sunglasses onto his nose.

“Harry, they’re Olympians. You can’t play beach volleyball with Olympians that are younger than our children.”

If Louis had hoped the words he was very strategically emphasizing would dissuade him… well, they did not.

“First of all,” Harry said, maneuvering past Louis, “potential Olympians.” His grin made Louis want to smack him. “They haven’t qualified yet.”

Though he said nothing, Louis turned his body to make sure Harry wouldn’t miss the way he audibly rolled his eyes. Because that was definitely the point I was trying to make, he thought.

“And second…” Harry announced dramatically, pointedly ignoring Louis’ incredibly visible disapproval, one foot already past the shade of the tent. He looked over his shoulder and tipped his sunglasses down to peer at Louis over the edge of them as he said, “…watch me.”

Louis narrowed his eyes, but by the time he had processed the little bonus wink Harry had left him, he was already jogging up to the players, the swish-swish-swish of his tiny, tiny shorts seemingly mocking Louis in their owner’s stead.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you—blast,” he swore, realizing Harry was now too far away for his threat to carry. He threw his hands up. “Why? Just… why?”

The question hung in the air for a beat before he sighed, resigned to watch the game that was already picking up in earnest.

It took twenty minutes, but after two impressive (but very unnecessary) dives and innumerable furtive glances over Harry’s shoulder to check that Louis was, in fact, watching, a niggling and familiar feeling began to descend on Louis.

His eyes narrowed in thought as he tried his best to place it, feeling himself dig deep into the recesses of rather, er, vintage memories.

But it wasn’t until he saw it – saw Harry Edward Fucking Styles’ mouth set itself into a grim line of determination right before he gifted Cheeky with an all-too-aggressive volleyball straight to the face, his little ‘Oops! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!’ faux-pology holding the kind of legitimately evil lilt to it that Louis hadn’t heard since baby Noah had vomited on that overly flirty Starbucks barista back in 1990 – that it clicked.

Harry’s jealous.

🐚 More from the GAPT AU.

#GAPT AU #GAPT snippets #fathers with benefits au

[postlover]

speaking of fics here’s a little blurb i wrote for this very niche character idk if you heard of him his name is yoosung Kim from mystic messenger???

a love letter to the stars

contents include: roses and star shaped chocolates.

a letter stands atop the table, with the name “yoosung” written in perfect calligraphy. you, a blonde haired man happened to be named yoosung, pick it up.

care to read?

…

dear Star boy,

on that day, my tears were blocking my vision. i could hardly insert the numbers into the pin-pad; that’s how bad i was crying, sobbing even. regardless, once i entered that apartment—

my entire life changed.

you, and your cheerful texts always made me wake up with a stupid smile across my face. i felt as if the entire night sky was at my disposal, something i can consume everyday without fail.

you, and your never ending support. i always wondered if you or the sun shined brighter— it was always you.

that day when you protected me, i broke down in tears all over again. i could not stand the sight of you in pain, for it ached me to the core.

that’s how i knew the love was real.

i could never truly understand how, or why these feelings arose in such intensity. for everything considered, you deem yourself an ordinary college boy. someone who plays video games all day, and chats with his friends like everyone else.

and you are. i could never deny it, but i suppose you underestimate everything you truly are. the stars that shine in the dead of night, or the sunshine that rays down upon me during a rainy day.

i speak in metaphors and analogies— because i cannot express my words in any other way. comparing you to the stars that glow above our bedroom is the only possible way i can describe this feeling of love.

pure, unbridled love.

suppose i sound too cheesy for even the most hopeless of romantics. perhaps you will cringe, but i know you won’t. i know you’ll find this letter just as endearing as i wrote it.

i adore everything and anything about you. the kindness, the smiles, the crying or the sadness. everything that makes you the star that you are.

i don’t think you’ll ever really understand this pure affection i hold for you. and that’s okay, because i know you hold a love for me that i will never comprehend.

you keep my heart beating, my breath alive. there isn’t a day i don’t think about your well-being.

read this letter anytime you feel down, or upset, or insecure. because now,

you know how much i truly love you, yoosung.

sincerely,

_____.

tears fall upon the paper, smearing the ink.

you quickly fold up the letter, placing it back in the position it once was.

you hiccup once, and twice.

“i can’t wait to see you again.”

fin

#yoosung kim x reader #mystic messenger #yoosung kim #mysme yoosung #yoosung mystic messenger #lovemail #i love this man so much no one understands me i fear

[simemeoww]

Body art as an opportunity to leave a mark of his own on you

Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck

You sat with Mateo in the hall looking at his various magazines. "Wow! Your magazines are so unusual! Very colorful,” you described. And in fact, it was true, a lot of these magazines can be used as a reference for drawing. The photographs and articles published in these magazines could be described as a creative boom. The minds of these people fascinated Mateo, the way they played with lighting, people, added elements of creativity, masterfully edited photographs, creating small masterpieces.

"Yes, that is right. I really like their serial releases. Whenever I have trouble creating any ideas, I look through these magazines and with renewed enthusiasm, I pick up a pencil and sketch. I will be honest, sometimes making a sketch can be a challenging task, with a lot of experience, I still face this problem,” he confessed.

You listened carefully to his problem, not to say that you really understood what he was talking about, but you still felt sympathy for him. As you mulled over his reasoning, you began to imagine some ideas in your head to help him overcome his misfortune. At this time, Mateo turned the page, and you saw a very strange thing. “Why is he not wearing clothes, and besides, why is there paint on him from head to toe?” - you asked.

“Ah, this? This is one of the types of art, it’s called body art,” he explained. Your eyes were glued to this strange art, you had never seen anything like it before, much less heard about it. Mateo watched your interested reaction, deciding not to turn the page yet so that you could watch the man outlined to your heart's content.

Your cheeks turned a soft red shade, various thoughts regarding this man entered your head. “Was he ashamed when they painted on his naked body? Was it ticklish? How did the person feel who painted on it and used it as a personal canvas?” - all these thoughts raged like waves.

And then it hit you. It was a bold idea, but you weren’t sure you could handle it. Just one thought made the blob in your cheeks turn a couple more shades darker.

Mateo let out a chuckle, his eyes carefully scanning yours, amused by the faces you unconsciously made, showing the awkwardness you felt inside.

"What are you laughing at?" - you asked angrily.

Because of your straightforward question, Mateo could not restrain himself and fell into an uncontrollable laugh.

“What a bastard you are! I've been thinking of all sorts of ideas to help you with your art block. And you!" - you pressed him.

"Is it true? And what kind of ideas did you have?” - the interest in his voice again made you come to your senses about your shameful idea. “Um… Haha…” your tone told him that your idea might have been a little awkward to just say out loud. Connecting the dots, he understood perfectly what your thought was, a smile appeared on his face. “Aren’t you weak?” - he joked.

“Why the hell is it weak?” - you shouted at him in defiance.

"Well, I don’t know, if it’s hard for you to say your thoughts out loud, then acting on them will be even harder,” he teased you.

You gave him an irritated look that screamed not to joke with you. “Bring your brushes and paints, now we’ll do Body Art,” you said arrogantly.

-Hm? - Mateo did as you said.

You stood opposite each other, waiting. You didn’t dare make any movements, all the clothes you were wearing were still covering your body.

“You know, you don’t have to do all this to help me. Especially since it causes you such inconvenience. Let’s just limit ourselves to some part of your body that you are not ashamed to reveal,” he suggested. His proposal was reasonable, standing in front of him naked for the first time would be quite embarrassing for you. That's why you decided to wear shorts and give him complete freedom to do whatever he wants with your legs.

“Okay, if you want to rest, tell me, okay?” - he warned you.

Mateo took a thin brush and began to make a rough sketch of whatever came to his mind. The sensations from this brush were twofold, because on the one hand you were relaxed, which made you sleepy, and on the other you were ticklish, which is why your hips twitched a little, which in turn forced Mateo to paint over this place repeatedly.

In some places you looked at what Mateo drew, it was an image of a dove and a raven fluttering in the sky, which were decorated with bizarre shapes of clouds.

“Beautiful,” you commented. “Thank you, be patient a little longer, I’ll finish soon,” Mateo asked.

He took a larger brush and dipped it in green, leaving a lavish sized painting of his own on you.

“I’m done,” he answered joyfully. “Thank you for being my model,” he said. You immediately got up from the couch to look at his creation, the first thing you noticed was his name, which he wrote in capital letters. “I wanted to add the word property there, but I think you wouldn’t appreciate it,” he joked. “Of course I wouldn’t appreciate it!” - you shouted.

“What do you think of the drawing overall?” - he asked.

"It’s good,” you answered.

Mateo lit up with happiness, his smile was passed on to you. “I’m so glad, especially because I could leave something of my own on your body. “You can’t imagine what a pleasant feeling this is,” he began to explain to you in one breath. And from his appearance it was clear that he was really happy that he could write all over your leg.

“Well, if it makes you so happy, then you can continue drawing on me,” you suggested. Mateo’s smile became even wider, and he hugged you, which is why the undried paint was imprinted on his clothes. You both laughed because of this situation.

From now on, on some days Mateo draws on you, sometimes what you ask, but mostly he draws something of his own. A great way to combat art block isn't it?

#lovestuck #lovestuck mateo #lovestuck loren #male yandere #soft yandere #tw yandere #visual novel #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere visual novel #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere

[emptylotfiasco]

my review for yakuza 1 on the ps2 it is a really good game. you should play it forever and ever. i will probably replay it one day or like get round to finishing kiwami cause it was really fun i had a lot of fun with it <3 the minigames are cool and the substories are good and the localisation is funny and worth experiencing for urself but it also like its not a haha play this game cause its so bad its fun it is acutally a good game and i liked it a lot. 10/10 ten million thoughts under the cut

first of all minigames love in heart massage parlour my favourite it is very funny. talking to prostitutes minigame is fun i completed all of them. almost. haruka cock blocked me for one of them. baseball is good it turns me into the devil sometimes but i like it. gambling. suprisingly not that bad everytime i had to do it. i wish they would have let me skip the 60 second long roulette animation because i know that is not real. crane game. AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! moving on. slot machines. sucked but thats okay idgaf they should have figured out not to put it in subsequent games though. colliseum yeah i did it it was fine pretty typical.

substories were good i did almost all of them excepttt i missed the casino royale one because i progressed the main story too far rawr </3 oh i didnt finish the gangbusters either because i run away from random encounters as much as i can. so i also didnt fight amon. but i like how maybe because ps2 limitations and resource limitations substories were super short and simple. i think in kiwami it was mixing the longer formatted substories with what were originally very basic premises and it didnt work for me. it is what made the substories feel like a slog to me in the remake. but in this game it is easier to gaf about a simple substory when it doesnt take that long to complete. the original game had a lot of the funny ones the one where you give tissues to a guy who ran out of toilet paper in the public bathroom and the one where kiryu picks up a dead guys phone and follows every instruction given to him by a complete stranger until he is eventually hired to kill himself. and the one where tghe guy makes kiryu get all the toys from the crane machine for his sugar baby. and the one where kiryu has to talk a guy down from suicide. and there were ones that werent funny but i still liked like that one with the street artist because I thought it was cool how you can use items from that substory to complete other substories and that one really long chain of substories that takes you all over the map.

Unmm jingu is a shitty villain but I think that has been knew. I thought the story and the way it unfolded was really good until the very last few chapters where the government stuff really kicked in. I did know most of the story already but like. Some parts I liked were helping the counterfeiters at the hostess club and them saying they did a forgery for kazama 5 years ago. The body of the fake mizuki being explained by a a copycat bar that was trying to capitalise on Ares success having someone pretend to be mizuki and that person getting killed. I thought that was cool and interesting I like this level of detail in my weirdly complex crime drama plotlines. I think it was funny that he was voiced by Robert atkin downes. i liked haruka trust meter i thought it was so cute i liked increasing it by buying her things. I think Yumi is interesting and Reina <333 Reina <33 Reina <3 lalalalala Reina <3 kazama. nishiki wasn't interesting but like I've played yakoza 0 so like I know he is so it's fine. Sera... Idgaf like I kind of gaf but not really. I think maybe because the only involvement he had was the jingu stuff and jingu sucks so. That one guy that tortured kiryu. Actually that is an interesting part of his character that I have heard surprisingly little about. Who else. Oh yeah shinji. Anyways. Who else.

Majima category oh yeahhh Majima oh yeah . Majima was awesome because Majima is alsways awesome. People like to say wow can you imagine playing Yakuza 1 on the ps2 and thinking that one day people are gonna want to bone Majima. That must be so crazy so insane. My asnqwr is that you're not a real Majima fucker. I've always wanted to fuck him. I've alwayyysss wanted to fuck him. I was there from the start. And I want to fuck mark hamilljima too. There is no shame in this. I don't care how many polgyons he has the sleazy bpd princess with the steel tipped shoes leather pants snakeskin jacket eye patch knife bat and tits out is a monument to sex. When he threatens that one sex worker and he's like so what do you say you wanna be my bitch I'm like ohhhh do I. plus the whole point og his appeal is that hes kind of ugly. he was pretty in yakuza 0 because they gentrified him that is not the real majima. look at his ugly ass hair cut. hes fourty yhears old and a bowlcut on his head. So if you do nat wanna bone him then you cannot be trusted and I'm the only one allowed to fuck him sorry that's the rules. I swear I was going to actually write a review part here I don't know what happened. I'm just gonna move on.

the localisation is my favourite part of the game i really love how comically vulgar it is it gives me the same enjoyment factor as the silly writing from yakuza 0. it made the game very interesting and i would miss it dearly if it wasnt there. i liked it when kiryu said are you retarded or just deaf. and when yuya said look at you fuckhead. and when kiryu said i did have the urge to hit some balls today. seems like yours are gonna have to do. and when he said step the fuck up its time to die. i loved ten years in the joint fight. come on fucker bring that shit kazuma ten years in the joint made you a fucking pussy it made me say its kiryu time and i kiryued all ovedr the millenium tower. the delivery made everything really funny and like ueah it undercut the dramatic moments but it also made me like enjoy the finale scene with jingu because i kept laughing at everything everyone said so i think there was a net benefit. there was two scenes where i thought the english dub delivery made things funnier on purpose. one was where kiryu took haruka to the bath house and he was like its take your daughter- its a social studies field trip and the one scene where date was like lets break open the amulet and reina and haruka were like NO!! and he was like haha nevermind just kidding. and the one where kiryu explains what a bath house is to haruka was funny too. i love this va i think like. as strange as the action hero deep voice is for kiryu when u have not expereinced this game hes also so sooooo awkward. so awkward. and it wraps around to sounding very kiryu. cause like that kind of is him like hes intimidating but hes also awkward and autistic and doesnt know what a cell phone is or how to babysit a child so he lets her gamble away all his savings. by the way his ps2 model has very beautiful eyelashes.

OH YEAH. i like the combat. sorry. i forgot about the central gameplay mechanic of the whole game i got distracted. like of course it is clunky its a playstation 2 game. but it also was really fun <3 i especially liked. i forgot his name but the moveset of that guy that is like the captain of the nishikiyama family is kind of sick and it was cool to fight against. the combat in this game is the exact mixture of satisfying and so frustrating makes me want to rip the skin off my face and eat it that i love. kiwami is also like this. and i liked how short andd snappy the heat action animations were not to say i prefer them but just that like. i guess it made the fights feel fast paced and it felt just as good to do them as the overly animated ones. i liked how even hough some guys had huge healthbars fighting them didnt take ten million kajillion billion years. WAIT but fuck the komaki training i couldnt even complete it cause it was too hard. that was fucked up they were fucked up for that.

i really liked the style of this game i liked the art and i liked the models and. i looked at some of these cutscenes in a very damnn that looks good kind of way. that one post that is like ps2 is peak aesthetic is so true cause it looked really nice at times.

okay the end. do not expect anyone to read this becuse i said it all for myself. i wish i did get round to making the html copy of kiryus blog work cause that is probably where id ramble about yakuza. but i hate java script and also i dont care. so tumblr post.

#yakuza #i didngt realise typing a lot takes so much time its like 5pm now. oops. i dpnt even lnow ifthis is coherent cause i have not read it

[barbiewritesstuff]

Chapter 3: Malibu

-- Taglist: @lgg5989 @hangmanssoulmate --

Whatever companionship you and Seresin had in Anchorage had vanished the second you had landed in San Diego and his buddies were there to pick him up. 

You weren’t surprised when he marched to them, side hugged and just… walked away. No ‘see you later’ or anything really. 

You were surprised at how much it hurt. 

Still, in the distance you could make out Lucky, with a sign of your name and a printed out picture of a barbie pasted next to it. You stuck your middle finger out to her.

“Happy to see you survived Seresin”

“I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction” You winked, pushing your heartache so far into you that you could ignore it. 

Lucky drove her terrible Nissan to the house you would share for the duration of your detachment and you were happy to see that it was a lot tidier than her garbage can of a car. The house was a two bed, one bathroom townhouse with no back garden but a fair amount of front garden. 

“Do you want to go to the Hard Deck tonight?” Lucky asked. You accepted

The Hard Deck was just as busy as you remembered it. Music playing and people dancing, blocking the way to the bar. You squeezed in next to an older man and ordered a coke and a beer. From where you stood, you could see him playing pool with a group of his friends. A ball of tears formed in your throat, you swallowed. 

Lucky appeared behind you, taking her beer from your hand.

“Your guys are over there, want to say hello?”

You shook your head

“Tough shit, babe, I told you I was going to take this specimen of a man to bed one day.” She gestured towards Hangman “And I meant it”

You pretended to vomit. She grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the group.

“This is Y/n, she’s with you. She’s just shy” 

You waved a little, ignoring Seresin and offended that he did the same. They all introduced themselves to you. A woman named Phoenix, a man called Rooster, another called Bob and a bunch of Seresin’s buddies you already knew.  The ones you had been introduced to seemed nice, which was good as Lucky immediately dropped you to flirt with Hangman. 

“How do you know Hangman, then?”

“How do you know I know him?” You asked Phoenix, one eyebrow raised

“Hangman doesn’t usually ignore women… Are you like, his sister?”

“No, we were posted in Anchorage together”

“Bad break up?” Bob asked 

“We never dated. We just don’t get along.”

You finally left the Hard Deck twenty minutes past closing time. Lucky was nowhere to be seen and neither was her car. 

“Great” you mumbled, unsure about what you hated most: walking home in the dark or knowing that wherever Hangman was, Lucky was too. 

“You need a chaperone?” A voice asked from behind you “I’m walking the same way” 

It was Rooster. You walked in silence for a bit

“So you’re Malibu” He stated

“When I heard Coyote describe you earlier, I had imagined… someone else”

“Please don’t”

“Sore subject?”

You nodded

“Let me guess, Hangman called you that and that’s why you hate him”

“Something like that”

“If you don’t like it, we can call you something else”

“It’s alright, I’ve made my peace with it” You said. You didn’t think it was a lie, the soreness of the nickname had died down a lot, now you were just left with the hurt of Hangman ignoring you. Rooster nodded. 

You wished he hadn’t come along with you. Rooster was nice and made conversation easily, but the more he spoke the more you started to miss Jake and his stupid, goofy jokes and his stupid, goofy smiles and his stupid, goofy personality. Alaska had just started to get fun. Spending time with him had just started to get fun. 

Your phone buzzed

“What’s up?” It was Jake. You ignored him, not sure what kind of game he thought he was playing, spending the night with Lucky and texting you at the same time. Whatever it was, you wanted no part in it.

“Right, this is me. See you tomorrow then” Rooster said, stopping one street away from yours. He hugged you briefly and you almost winced at the smell of his aftershave. Jake wore the same. 

You walked home, trying hard not to think about why your brain remembered these things. Why you remembered his coffee order or his aftershave or how he smiled. Trying hard to forget that the only one you wanted to talk to about these things had recently become him, and not Lucky, your supposed best friend. 

You didn’t have a key. 

You realised it too late and when you checked every possible spot for an emergency key and didn’t find one, you remembered that this was Lucky, the woman who never planned anything and genuinely believed she would never lose anything she would ever need. And to be honest, she hadn’t, that’s why she was called Lucky. But you weren’t Lucky, you were Malibu, a blonde bombshell who clearly didn’t have much in her head if she managed to get locked out of the house she was staying in and be betrayed by both of her best friends in one single evening. 

Tears were streaming down your face now and pictures of them both together clogged your mind. Your phone rang with Hangman’s number.

“Yeah?”

“Hii, I just realised -- I never gave you a key” It was Lucky, she sounded drunk. You could hear someone in the background. They said something and you recognised the voice. 

“Uhh yeah, look, it’s fine. I’ll deal. Have fun” You hung up. She couldn’t know you were crying because if she did, she might come back and you’d have to look her in the eyes and admit that maybe, just maybe, Hangman was okay to be around. And that you were definitely not okay with them boning. Lucky was a good friend, she wouldn’t see him again, but she was a terrible secret keeper and she would eventually tell him. If he knew he would never let you live it down and he would keep breaking your stupid heart over and over again. 

You called Rooster, thanking the stars he had given you his number during your walk. After explaining your situation, he was more than happy to lend you his couch in exchange for breakfast in the morning. Desperate, you accepted. 

Breakfast was waffles and chocolate syrup courtesy of a local diner down the road. It was good and Rooster was annoyingly chipper for the early morning. His tone soon changed once you got to base and everyone met the instructor. His face darkened, his eyes glared and his entire demeanour went from fun and relaxed to tense and cold. It only got worse in the air, although you were lucky to have been put in the other team. Well, lucky on that front. You were dreading flying with Hangman for the first time in ages. 

You were right to, too. It was a disaster. Or rather, it was fine until he joked and it didn’t land (ironic) and you were left fighting the tears clogging your vision and making your flying erratic. 

You exited the plane as soon as you physically could, practically jumping out of your seat as soon as final checks were made. 

He caught up with you in the hangar, and a sense of déjà vu overwhelmed your mind. 

“What is the fucking matter with you?”

“Do you have to be a fucking ass to me Seresin?”

“I’m sorry I thought you didn’t want to be friends” He spat out. Yeah, you didn’t want to be friends but it happened anyway and now you were alone in dealing with it. 

“You didn’t seem to mind in Alaska! What happened?”

Hangman didn’t speak. 

“I’ve submitted a transfer order. You won’t have to put up with me after this mission, considering you hate me so much.” You said, tears streaming down your face but with a steady, stone cold voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but you turned around and walked away. 

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #original fic #jake seresin #hangman top gun

[final-girl96]

Chapter Six

Turns out we were wrong about it being a couple kids. There was someone watching us and know he was fucking with us. He had tied Steve up to one of the patio chairs and was making us play some fucked up game or Steve would die. And when she got the question he asked about who was the killer in Friday The thirteenth and she said Jason, Steve was gutted. Then a chair was thrown through the doors. Casey and I screamed, covering our heads as glass and pieces of wood went flying everywhere.

I pulled Casey to her feet and ran for the kitchen. Casey grabbed a knife out of the knife block on the counter and we slowly walked towards the door that led outside. Casey still had the phone in her other hand as we looked through the window.

A tall figure draped in a black clock and a white mask, that kind of rememabled 1893 The Scream painting by Edvard Munch, walked into the kitchen. He had a knife in hand as he looked around. We ducked as we slowly made our way past the windows. When I looked up I saw the killer staring back at me. I screamed when he busted through the glass. Casey was quick to slam the phone into his face so we could run.

I yelped and struggled to get away. I gasp when my back hits the wall. The hand in my hair disappeared, the tip of the knife in their hand, was at the column of my neck, lightly pressing into my skin. "You're a coward," I whispered. In the next second my head was slammed back into the wall. My vision blurred and I became disoriented. He slammed my head against the wall one more time and then it all went black.

Stu

I hated hurting her but I had no other choice. When Billy and I got to Casey's I had to beg him not to hurt yn. I told him I would take care of it but she couldn't get hurt.

After I knocked her out I went outside where Billy had Casey by the tree. Only seconds later her parents were walking inside. Billy held Casey while I stabbed her and slid my knife up to her sternum. Blood flowed out of her as her guts spilled onto the ground. Then we cut the swing down and hung her from the tree with it.

We had to get out of her before her parents walked back outside. I was sure they had already found yn. We ran down the road where my car was. We quickly took the costumes off and threw them in a bag and into the back seat before taking off.

The plan was to go to Sidney's house. I had suggested to Billy that we use her dad. Make him look like he was the one to kill everybody. It would be the one year anniversary of his wife murder. Since me and Billy killed her.

He went crazy and went on a killing spree before killing his daughter and then himself. me and Billy being the only ones to survive. Well, us and yn because I could never kill her and I would never let Billy hurt her. Maybe we could just knock her out or drug her.

But while Billy climbed up to Sidney's window I waited for her dad. I knocked him out, tied him up, and put him in his own car. Billy would follow me back to my place with the car, we would put him down in my basement and then ditch the car in the woods a little way down my driveway so it looked like he parked there and walked the rest of the way.

I took Billy home after that and went back to my place. There was no doubt yn would be calling me. She would ask if I could come to pick her up and I would. I'd let her know she was safe with me and I wouldn't let anything happen to her.

YN

I sat on the bed in the emergency department room. My head was throbbing from both having it slammed against a wall twice and from crying so much. Casey's parents had come home only minutes after I had blacked out. I woke up to her dad calling my name and then I spring forward when I heard her mother scream.

Casey was dead. She had been gutted and then hung in the tree that was in the front yard by the swing. Which couldn't have been done by one person. But there was only one killer or at least I thought there was.

The police of course questioned me. I could tell they were a little suspicious as to why I was left unharmed and only knocked out and not killed. I couldn't answer that question. I didn't know the answer. I told them everything that happened from the time I got to Casey's all the way until I was knocked out.

"No, dad. I'm fine you don't need to come home. I'll stay with Stu." I heard him sighing on the other side of the line. "Stu's parents aren't home either, yn. I'm just going to come home," he said. "Dad, please. I'll be fine, okay? I won't be alone. You know Stu would be er let anything happen to me."

It was silent for a couple minutes before he spoke again. "Fine. But if Dewey calls me again I'm coming home." With that we hung up and I waited for Stu to come pick me up. I had called him before my dad had called the hospital and demanded to talk to me.

#stu macher #stu macher fanfiction #stu x reader #stu macher smut #stu x you #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher x y/n #scream x you #scream x reader #scream imagine #scream fanfiction #scream #ghostface imagine #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface x reader #ghostface #billy loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #gale weathers #casey becker #steven orth

[acacia-may]

Kaito momota

Hello there! I so rarely get any Danganronpa asks, so this is very exciting! Thank you so much for sending this in! 🥰

I apologize for the confusion on my part, as I realize now that I currently have two games going: the "bye bye writer's block headcanons" and the "penny for your thoughts asks," so I'm not entirely sure which one your ask is intended for. Sorry about that! 🙈😅 Since you don't have any heart emojis accompanying Kaito's name, I'm going to assume that it's for the ask game rather than a request for headcanons. That said, if you would like me to write some headcanons about Kaito for you, I am more than happy to give it a try (though I think I should let you know that I haven't actually played V3 before so most of what I know about Kaito is from Danganronpa S as well as some videos I've seen and the wiki). If you still do want headcanons, please just send in another ask or reply to this one with some heart emojiis that correspond to the type of headcanons you'd like (i.e. childhood, angst, friendship, alternate unvierse ect.) as, at the moment, I'm only taking headcanon requests specific to this game that I made. Thanks! 💕

Now onward to my thoughts on Kaito...

ROCKET MAN!!! 🚀I love him, seriously!! He just has this absolutely wonderful golden retriever energy. Though he might be a little exuberant and might have some more wild and impulsive ideas at times, at the end of the day, he seems so incredibly devoted to his friends and willing to do whatever it takes to protect and take care of them. I do want to be upfront with you again, and let you know that I actually haven't played through V3 myself (yet?) (A/N: I've seen videos and read the wiki so I know the basic plot points (and all the plot twists so I'm not worried about spoilers), but I don't have the game myself, so I haven't played it) so I am not super confident that my perceptions and interpretations of his character are entirely accurate (at least outside of Danganronpa S). That said, Kaito is one of my favorite characters in Danganronpa S! I, honestly, wasn't expecting that, but I got super attached to him and his upbeat, optimistic, and encouraging attitude as well as his friendship with Shuichi and Maki! It's all just so wholesome, and I really love their interactions with each other. They make such a wonderful trio! Friendship for the win!!💛

[A/N: As much as I love platonic relationships and usually tend to/prefer to interpret most relationships between fictional characters in a platonic sense, I will admit (in the interest of full candor) that I was definitely picking up some more romantic vibes between Kaito and Maki in Danganronpa S. I've heard that's a sort-of popular(?) ship, and I can definitely get behind it, at least from what I've seen of them. (I'll admit I've even read a fluffy fanfiction about them getting their happy ending because I want all the good things for them, even though I know how it all works out in V3 *cries* They deserved better! 😭). But I still think I love their friendship with each other most of all! 💛 Really Kaito's friendships with everyone are just so, so wonderful!].

Anyway, Kaito is great! I really enjoy all of his appearances in the Danganronpa S game, and his character makes me actually really curious about V3 (and I kind of want to play it one day, thanks to him). He's just such a fun guy and seems like a genuinely good-hearted person--very devoted and very encouraging to his friends. I want to be his friend. Forget about being an astronaut, he should be "The Ultimate Friend" in my opinion! 🥰 I'm (partially) kidding, but really, there's something just inherently wholesome and incredibly likable about Kaito, and he's a really interesting character.

When I saw this ask come in, the song "Cecilia and The Satellite" by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness instantly came to mind as a Kaito song (and not just because of all the space references though those are an added bonus 😁). I think the more adventurous and impulsive spirit of the singer are very fitting for Kaito, and, ultimately, the song really speaks to how deeply he cares about others (like his friends) and wants to take protect and look after them.

"If I could fly, then I would know What life looks like from up above and down below I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you dry Don’t be afraid, Cecilia, I’m the satellite And you’re the sky"

Cecilia And The Satellite - YouTube

#kaito momota #he's a good boy #penny for your thoughts asks #thanks for the ask!

[chryzuree]

fore the modenr au chrysijacks in particularly! what are some misc facts about chrysi and jacks in hs! what were they like..skipped classes a lot? what kind of things were they into.. any fun little memories they think about? would either of them try to get the other to dance in the cold rain with them at night? who gets sick after..

I WAS THINKING ABT THEIR HIGH SCHOOL LIFE VV HARD TODAY, so this is perfect!!

chrysi was the horror friend in hs, obvi… but yk what?? jacks also had a pretty good idea of horror movies too!!! he and chrysi would have horror movie nights where they would swap who chose the film! jacks’s nights tended to have more romantic aspects to the horror, versus chrysi being like “i have got the movie for you!!!!!” and she puts on cronenberg or smth... jacks wants to die.

jacks was a theatre kid first & foremost, but he was also in track!!! mostly because chrysi did pole vault & they would go to meets together. they spent a lot of the time jst laying on the field or in the bleachers talking, watching more horror movies (david lynch this time!! jacks still doesn’t get it!!), or playing stupid parlor games w the rest of the team that almost causes a fistfight.

speaking of theatre kid jacks, chrysi would sometimes pick him up after rehearsal and then they’d go drive up to a lookout to stargaze 🫶🏻 she was DROPPING HINTS the WHOLE TIME.

okay, not quite high school age, but one summer, chrysi leaves taller than jacks. comes back to school and fuck OFF, he’s TALLER THAN HER NOW. she never catches up 💔💔💔

chrysi was very good at going to all of her classes, unless she doesn’t want to 🖤 then she’ll sneak out and go somewhere. jacks tends to rely on her taking him to and from school, so if chrysi’s skipping class, he has to skip class too. they go get smoothies a lot. also jacks gets grounded. still—his parents love chrysi.

jacks also skips all of his classes to hang out with chrysi. all of her teachers know him as chrysi’s little pet & they all endure him.. they gave up trying to separate the two of them. it’s easier to jst assign jacks little classroom chores to keep him from annoying the rest of the class.

chrysi and jacks absolutely share NO classes in their junior year (since chrysi was in a lot of ap courses and jacks was borderline failing high school). this became a real annoyance for the attendance office, since jacks would be sitting in chrysi’s ap lit class instead of his remedial math course..

on that topic, he gets rlly rlly into all the ap english class discussions. has he read the book?? no. he doesn’t even go here. but has he heard all of chrysi’s rants and internalized them?? yes, and he has a fighting chance in the debate.

chrysi was vv into horror (still is), reading, and 80s coming of age films <33 jacks was into chrysi, but didn’t know it 🤗 but also he was dabbling in fashion design (in the modern au, i’m tempted to make him end up being a high end fashion designer.. workshopping this, but the chrysijacks reunion is vv funny in this scenario) and he was obvi into theatre!

chrysi and jacks both think rlly fondly back on those evenings they would spend in the trunk of her car, eating takeout or jst chatting or watching the stars… jst the most mundane things that they felt the most comfortable doing… also, they like remembering going to malls and making fun of things. the mundaneness is so missed after they had their friend breakup (and… actual breakup?? sorta?? it was that weird in between stage of friends to bf/gf.. sad.)

CHRYSI IS DANCING OUT IN THE RAIN!! jacks has this gutter that gets blocked all the time, so he has a huge puddle in front of his house whenever it rains and chrysi would always play in it. he ends up coming out to dance with her too <333 it always ends in chrysi getting sick, bc she’s so frail sobsob. oh well!!! more excuses for jacks to go over and nurse her back to health!! normal friendship thing :)

#jacks would sometimes end dates early w his gfs so he could check in on chrysi after she got sick.. humiliating. for HIM. #clearly he’s jst in love w his best friend. you’re such an asshole jacks. #.asks #m.moon🎀 #s.chrysijacks