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how soon is now? | part two

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♡: hallway crush!ellie x uni student!reader

☆: the long-awaited second part of this godforsaken fic (lawd she’s given me trouble). appreciate y'all's patience as always, i'm a chronic procrastinator and perfectionist but what can i do. after this, i'm gonna take a break from this series. not saying i'll never write more, but wanna work on some other stuff for a while. thank you for reading! pretty please don’t hate me or show up at my house waving torches and pitchforks for this ending ok luv u gays in my phone. + a big thank you to @total-dxmure for helping me w/ some ideas for the last little bit!

♧:5.7k word count (lawd)

◇: sfw! miscommunication (sawry). fluffy moments, angst lowkey…both of yall cry at one point or another, reader has anxiety in the last chunk. modern au but joel isn’t alive in this, and they discuss it. maybe some rushed points here and there, i’m not really the proudest of this but needed to finish it anyway. potentially horrendous pacing but ok i think that’s all? idfk i may give y’all a little epilogue eventually, but don't dwell on it for the time being!

4 months later

Your friendship with Ellie was evolving wonderfully. You two were studying together frequently, and both your grades in the ghastly astrophysics class increased exponentially. Although that wasn't the only thing that was increasing at a rate too fast to fathom. Your crush on her. It was ripping you apart like wildfire, Ellie was proving herself to be such a wonderful person inside and out, and you were slowly but surely nearing your limit of how much it could build before you burst. A movie spin off of the Savage Starlight series had come to streaming, and Ellie had invited you to her place for a movie night so you two could watch it and discuss if it was a faithful entry in your beloved series or not.

Dressed in some comfortable pjs and armed with snacks of all kinds, your favorites as well as hers, the time had come and you were at her door. You straighten your posture and put your hair back in place, must look presentable, then knock, knock, knock.

You could hear some faint shuffling behind the door, then a few thudding steps until she opened it for you. She was dressed in an old, worn Nirvana tee, and red checkered pajama pants, damn she looked good, even when she was dressed with less effort than usual.

Ellie looked so pleased to see you, leaning on the doorframe. Why did she have to look so good all the time? “Hi! I’m so glad you came, ooh this is gonna be so fun.” She invited you in and took the snacks from your arms and placed them inside her room. “Oh yeah, I also put up some decor too so we can get into the Savage Starlight spirit.” Her eyes were wide and twinkling and when she stepped aside to let you see, she really had made her room so welcoming and comfortable.

The lights were all off save for LEDs around the room’s perimeter set to a dreamy violet hue, sparkly fairy lights draped around the frame of her bed which was set up so cozily. Her laptop propped up on a pillow, the sheets arranged in a nest-like formation with two spaces for each of you. She even had a few dinosaur stuffed animals placed in a row so they could watch too.

You were so flattered she'd do that and make the atmosphere so nice for the two of you, you could just tackle her in a hug and never let go.

The thing is you were scared she'd perceive that as weird and you didn't feel like dying of embarrassment, not today at the very least. Save that for another day, maybe. Oh, how you wanted to squeeze her so bad. Your imagination had to do for now.

She was standing there so proud of how she arranged her room into a mini theater, and you beamed at her, silently thanking her for making it so dim so she couldn't see your flustered expression in full.

“Ellie this is amazing!!” “You like it?!? These stupid lights kept on falling off but since this is an important occasion for us both I didn't give up. All for our love, Daniela.” She manipulated her voice and waved in the air with two fists, closed her eyes and put her hand over her heart, just being as dorky as ever.

Oh gosh, hopefully it wasn't going to be awkward. Sure, the two of you had grown to be great friends, but were you that close to be just, relaxing in her bed together? As long as your imagination didn't run too wild and you didn't overthink anything, it was going to be a fun time. Just two pals watching their favorite series, nothing more, nothing less.

She threw herself in the mess of comforters with a grunt, and saw you were hesitating. She patted the empty space next to her so you'd join her and the movie night could begin. “C’mere, don't be shy.” Well, no shit you were going to be shy. Suck it up.

You crawled in next to her, unable to look her in the eyes, while she got everything ready and rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Man, if they do our girl dirty, we’re gonna have to give someone a knuckle sandwich, you with me?” Her jokes and easy going vibes always made her so fun to be around, but unfortunately for you, you fell harder for her every time. “Yeah, Ellie. A knuckle sandwich for all of them.” You retorted with a chuckle. Once both of you were settled, she pressed play and so it began.

As the movie played, the two of you laughed and debated every plot twist, cursing the directors for not portraying your queen Daniela how she deserves, and snacked on candy until your stomachs hurt. It was going so well, the friendly hang out both of you needed after so many responsibilities in life. An escape. Occasionally sneaking peeks Ellie’s way, she was just so marvelously pretty. The shadows dancing on her features, illuminating her side profile perfectly, her long eyelashes and button nose, who wouldn't get lost in admiring her?

Of course you could never fully relax around her, or forget the crush no matter how hard you tried to push it down and just be friends. Every time she shifted next to you in the bed you felt your heart seize and the butterflies in your stomach turn into hornets. At this rate, they were going to turn into whole birds for fuck’s sake.

Nearing the end of the movie, the two of you were so invested, so captivated in the events, totally spellbound.

But then the film took a more emotional turn that wasn't in the comics. Daniela and her father had an absolutely vicious argument which left the two of you speechless watching it, which luckily got quickly resolved right after the two characters had a near-death experience together.

You weren't one to get emotional over silly, trivial things like fiction, but the way they showed this entire sequence was nothing short of heart-wrenching. You snatched up one of Ellie's patterned pillows and hugged it tightly to your chest, because cuddling her would have been much too bold for the likes of you. But what you’d give to do that instead.

Seems you were not the only one touched by the scene, as you began to hear some light sniffling from next to you. Looking over at Ellie made your heart break further into a million pieces. She looked lost in thought with thin lines of tears streaming down her plump, freckled cheeks.

You froze for a moment, not knowing the limits of your relationship with her and how you could comfort her best. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “That was so sad…” You watched as she avoided your gaze and wiped at her face with the collar of her t-shirt, “Yeah, this kind of stuff hits me, feels a little personal y’know.” She has never opened up to you about her struggles before, in the short time you’ve known and gotten close with Ellie, it always seemed like she was there to help you out, not the other way around. This could be your chance to show her that you are there for her as well, and that she can always count on you.

Being curious but at the same time not wishing to pry too much into her private affairs, you quietly asked with the most gentle tone of voice you could muster,” You don’t have to, but I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, Ellie.” You watched her out of the corner of your eye, anticipating however she reacts.

She stayed quiet for a beat before sighing deeply, and whispered, “We were having a fun time, I really don't wanna be a burden.” Her voice quivered, heavy with emotion, what could possibly be troubling her this much? You wanted to take all her pain and bear it yourself, she didn't deserve any sort of misfortune ever.

“You can tell me, don’t worry about anything, okay? I just want you to be all good.” You were comforting her so smoothly, putting her needs and well-being first as if it was always second nature, as if you two have known each other many lifetimes over, two souls meant to float together through the journey of life. Well okay, that was probably a bit much.

There were a few more seconds of silence as you let the question ring in the air, not wanting to press and jeopardize your cherished friendship with her.

You continue observing her, almost seeing the gears turning in her mind, the scales of reason tipping to one side then another, as she contemplates whether it’s worth spilling. Eventually, she does.

She roughly rubs her face then pauses the film playing on her laptop, sighs and huffs, before beginning to speak her story, all while looking away from you.

“Okay I don’t like to talk about this kind of stuff, but I trust you. A whole lot.” Your heart fluttered and face heated up at her comment, but you ignored it because there was something much more important on the table now. She continues, speaking quietly but quickly to get it over with.

“So, when I was a kid, I was an orphan and to be honest I don’t really remember my early childhood much at all, but when I was 14 my adoptive dad, Joel, took me in. And it’s been just us since then.” She stops to take a breath, then resumes reluctantly. “And well, we’ve had a pretty rocky relationship for a good chunk of these years, I never knew how to express my gratitude to him, y’know, for basically saving my life, numerous times at that. He was always my rock, and I appreciate him every day. He taught me so many things, and I don’t know what I would’ve done if he hadn’t come around. I was pretty hard to deal with back then.” She reminisces with an exhale of air, and you see her eyes refill with tears. “But I’m really bad at expressing that, and will kinda, lash out I guess when I’m met with kindness or tricky situations.”

You nod, listening patiently, and place your hand on her shoulder ever so gently, as a result making her raise her head to give you a small smile.

Ellie chuckled deeply, it almost sounded forced, then started to slowly wrap up her story. “And it seems that scene kinda hit me, because the wounds are still raw, or whatever.”

She sniffles again but doesn't respond, so you delicately inquire, “What do you mean?”

“He died last year.” Oof.

“Oh my, Ellie, I’m so sorry, are you-” She interrupts your condolences. “No need for that, I’m fine. Well, taking it day by day y’know. In the beginning it was really tough, I was angry at everything but most at myself for being such a jerk, and now I can't turn back time and tell him all I wanted to.” While you take a moment to think about what to say, she hums to herself and remarks, “That actually felt good to get off my chest, I haven't told anyone about it.” She lowers her voice so it’s barely a whisper. “Didn't have who to tell.”

“Sure you're okay? I'm always here for you.” You find your voice back to soothe her some more, to which she smiles at you again, only this time it actually seems genuine. There's definitely a lot of pain behind it, but the relief that she doesn't have to deal with the burden alone was evident on her face.

“Yeah, thanks. I guess I hadn’t processed anything, and that part of the movie made it all come out, damn I hate emotions sometimes. But I appreciate you being here for me. You're really easy to talk to, and I feel better now.”

And you would've never in a trillion years anticipated what her next move was going to be, you were so caught off guard, the realization lagged and it didn't immediately register.

She moved to sit on her knees in front of you, then threw her arms around your torso in a tight embrace. She hugged you. Clutched you so firmly against her own body, her strong hands landing in the middle of your back, where she rubbed in a circle. She smelled so nice, and was as warm as one of her heated stuffed animals.

Due to the surprising nature of the motion you let out a dumbfounded gasp, then returned the hug allowing yourself to rest your head on her shoulder. You wanted to stay like this forever, until the end of time, it felt nicer than you could've ever imagined.

The thought crossed your mind that she could feel the buzz pulsating through your body, you swore your heart was slamming against your ribcage so hard it was going to grow wings and simply fly right out of your chest, and join hands with hers.

While you were occupied with the way she felt against you, so close like this, chest against chest, and how your cheeks blazed with an inferno hotter than a thousand suns, you heard her grumble against your ear. “Not gonna make that same mistake again, and from now on, I'm gonna tell the people I appreciate just how much they matter to me.”

You were much too stunned to speak, but she wasn't. “So thank you again.” She finishes her little speech and pulls away first, but not before giving you one last big squeeze and letting out a noise of contentment as she does so, then shuffles over to her previous spot in the bed.

Not taking notice of the way you were at a loss for words, or about to set the room on fire with how flustered her actions made you. Her obliviousness was a common theme, it seemed. She clears her throat and claps, grabbing some more candy for herself, then says happily, “We still got the rest of the movie left, then we can do whatever after. I really wanna know how this ends.”

Naturally, your head is spinning, but you were too caught up in your thoughts to continue paying attention to the movie as much as you were before.

You felt awful for her, yet somehow, felt as if your crush on her had quadrupled in size yet again. You saw through the guard she put up, she broke down those walls and opened up to you. You were honored she trusted you so much, and only hoped that would never change. That, coupled with how remarkably good hugs she gave, has led you to the realization that you were properly in love now, things had gotten real. This was trouble. You vowed to always be there for her for whatever she could ever need, you'd drop everything to teleport by her side if you could.

Goodness, what were you possibly going to do now, instead of giving you the ick, or helping you with the task of getting rid of that stupid infatuation you were so plagued by, every experience felt like a deliberate ploy to just make you fall even further for her. You couldn't help but wonder just how much love a person can feel for someone, because it only continued to grow.

A couple days later.

Sitting in the cozy campus cafe, you were revising all your coursework. It was giving you a massive headache, but the warm and hazy lighting aided it a touch. The walls had cute plastic vines crawling up and down, and even though there was chatter all around you from the other patrons, it wasn't a distraction and in fact acted as some sort of white noise, everyone was talking in a nicely muted tone, it all blended to create the perfect ambience.

You waved down the waitress to get yet another cup of coffee, your third one of the night, that’s healthy, before trying to resume with your aggravating studies.

To your dismay, you've used up all your brain power for the evening, and could not force yourself to continue no matter how hard you tried. Maybe a few moments of peaceful people-watching would get you back on track?

You sip on the hot drink, then lean back against the comfortable booth seat to begin scanning around.

In one corner directly on the opposite side of where you were sitting, there was an elderly couple. They looked so in love, dressed in matching outfits, feeding each other as they shared a dessert, holding hands and conversing with a hushed tone, nodding and looking into each other's twinkling eyes. So cute, you hoped that was going to be you in the future.

Moving your line of sight to watch beside the couple, there was another student, their books and computer were scattered across the wooden table, piles of pens and pencil cases near falling over. They seemed to have fallen asleep, unmoving with their head laid tiredly across their crossed arms. The sight made you chuckle out of familiarity, you really felt for them, studies were hard.

But then a sound caught your attention. A bright, husky giggle fought its way over the ambience, reminiscent of a certain someone.

Your heart jumped, your ears perked up and you immediately became insistent on scouting her out among the patrons, this was a necessary mission.

Feeling highly nervous and antsy, you try to drown out the noise and focus on where she could be, and quickly enough, you find her.

Ellie in her natural habitat, she was so mesmerizing. Sitting far away from you where you could get a good view and hear snippets of conversation if you focused hard enough, but not close enough where she would notice your shameless gawking. She was sitting with a group of a handful of her friends, who all appeared to be gossiping and laughing with each other, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Her smile was gorgeous, and you knew that, but there was something about just being a spectator which fascinated you, you could stare at her all day. Her energy lit up the entire room, and made your heart race.

Snapping out of your trance and trying to not be so obvious with your staring, you tried to look occupied, tried reorganizing your notes while still keeping an ear out to listen. Occasionally glancing over as well. Yes, it's true that eavesdropping is wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. Anyone would do the same, right?

The group's passionate discussion was making you extremely curious however, and you strained to hear what they were talking about. Among the muffled chatter, you heard a woman’s voice say the word crush, then an outburst of laughter, the loudest guffaw from Ellie herself.

You felt the budding panic start to form in your chest momentarily, but swallowed the lump forming in your throat and took a sharp intake of breath to calm yourself at once. They could be talking about anything, there's no need to jump to conclusions just yet. Fumbling around your bag for your headphones to listen to some of the song recommendations Ellie had given you, you’re led to discover that they are, in fact, dead. Of course.

Despite any and all wishes to stop eavesdropping on them and mind your own business and abide by what they say, ignorance is bliss, you simply couldn't. She was too damn captivating. Like a painting in a museum, like a statue at a town’s center, one that people stopped in their tracks to admire.

The way her eyes sparkled and gleamed under the warm lighting, her cheeks tinted a faint rosy hue from the exertion of laughing so hard, her sweet smile. She was too perfect. God, you hated crushes, being infatuated with someone to this degree couldn't be healthy. But what could you do? Just look at this angel.

Fidgeting nervously while still being entranced by the group of friends, you heard a man’s voice say the words “there’s no way”, followed by Ellie howling even harder than she had the whole time you've been watching them, and punch him forcefully on the shoulder.

The curiosity was going to swallow you whole, it was like a car crash you couldn't look away from. You felt your palms begin to tremble and sweat with worry, and anxious assumptions of all kinds running through your mind, were they talking about you? No, they couldn't be, you're just overthinking it. Relax, relax, relax.

You tried your hardest to control your breathing and soothe your spinning mind so you wouldn't spiral, until you heard something that absolutely shook you to your core.

The same woman from before, not Ellie, in a highly teasing tone of voice said your name.

You felt frozen, this couldn't be happening. All your worst fears were coming true at this very moment. You had to get out of there right away, this was too much to bear. Curiosity really did kill the cat didn't it, you wished you didn't comply with the morbid desire to know everything.

Panic-stricken like a deer in headlights, near hyperventilating at this point, the final straw was all three of them erupting into laughter simultaneously, with Ellie through gasps, going "oh come onnnn”.

Yeah that was it. Hot tears started pricking your eyes and you vigorously blinked them away before they started streaming down your face, as if you needed to be humiliated even more. You felt sadded, torn apart, betrayed. Sick to your stomach too. This time, for once, you really thought you had something going for you. From your perspective, albeit through rose-colored glasses, you were convinced she was being genuine with you all this time. How could you not be?

The late night study sessions, the air thick with tension, the conversations draped in a sleep-deprived haze, the walks to class together, the first fated interaction, the looks you two shared from across the huge lecture hall; the looks where you two just knew when to share a glance, was all of that fake? Was she leading you on purposefully because her friends thought it was funny, that you were a joke?

The tears threatened to spill and your stomach twisted painfully with the world-shattering realizations you were just served with, and you angrily shoved your belongings in your bag.

You were too caught up in your panicked frenzy to notice how disruptive you were actually being, your textbooks thumping and keychains jingling, but frankly didn't care enough to meet the numerous pairs of eyes observing your misfortune. Who could blame you, your whole world and everything you've known just crumbled before you.

You slung your bag over your shoulder noisily as a choked sob made its way up your throat, then speed-walked out of that cafe. You were never going to be able to go in there again unfortunately, shame, their pastries were so good.

Right as you tried to step through the door it got stuck, because the universe was being really nice to you today, and as you tugged on it to get it to open, you heard the friends lower their voices, but you could still make out a jumble of hushed words sounding something like, “oh no, is that…” Great, great, fucking great. The only solution to this was to change your name and ride up to Seattle for goodness’ sake, maybe throw yourself into a volcano as well just because.

Finally the door swung open after what felt like eons, and you stumbled outside into the chilly autumn air, feeling goosebumps spring up all over. Where you were going, you didn't really know. This cafe was new, so it would take some time to figure out navigation so you stood dumbly in the middle of the front lawn as you tried to orient yourself.

Once you think you've got it, you start your agonizing trek back to your little room, screaming inside of your head, until you're harshly yanked back mid-footstep by a vice grip on your arm. What the fuck was it now.

Ellie. The sight of her only made your tears increase in quantity and the emotion in your chest tighten. She looked a little disheveled, her eyes round like saucers, and she was gripping onto your arm so hard as if you were going to run away. You wanted to, but she still had a magnetic hold on you, even after all that turmoil.

Talking was painful with how much you were trying to keep a hold of yourself, but you managed out a choked, “Ellie, what?”

She looked befuddled, shaking her head ever so slightly and scrunching up her eyebrows, her gaze boring right into yours and following whenever you tried to break it and look elsewhere. Her hold on your arm softens, and moves to rest on your shoulder. “What do you mean what? You ran outta there like you were chased by a lunatic or something, what the fuck happened?”

Her tone startled you a little, why did she care so much? Noticing you jolt, she sighs and mellows her speech. “Sorry, what I mean to say is, I'm worried. Are you okay?”

You worried her? Heat rushed to your cheeks as you fought to break the increasingly uncomfortable eye contact, and all you could do was shrug. Your lip started quivering and you were losing the fight of keeping your composure, how wonderful. Despite everything she was being so sweet, way too sweet. You felt helpless at this point.

The words started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall, you were properly sobbing now, falling apart and hiccuping as months and months of emotion spilled over.

You were blabbering about how you loved the friendship you formed with her, but how hurt you felt that she’d laugh about you, every possible insecurity just tumbled out of your lips, as you wiped at your teary face and runny nose and glanced at Ellie ever so often.

She let you talk for a bit until she saw you get even more upset, that's when she got a step closer to you, squeezed both your shoulders gently and kept a stern tone of voice to get your attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, slow down, I don't know what you're saying.” But you couldn't stop crying. Bottling up emotions was definitely a bad idea, because they were bound to burst sooner or later and unfortunately, you reached the breaking point. Sucking in some unsteady breaths as an attempt to regulate yourself, she was watching you patiently yet still cautiously.

Your voice was weak and shaky, but you were slowly feeling a little better. For the first time during this interaction, you meet her eyes. Why was she always so pretty? She was sculpted just to spite you, you were convinced. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you blinked them away. “Um…Ellie…” She nodded expectantly, wanting to know what was wrong. But you could not complete your sentence as yet another bout of ache washed over you.

To snap you out of it once and for all, Ellie grabbed your face. The sheer disbelief of her action was enough to stop your tears luckily, and she held your gaze while she used her thumb to swipe at the stray teardrops adorning your cheekbones. You wanted to die, what was going on?

Once your panic was replaced with fluster and stupefaction, she let you go, but was still standing really close to you. You felt jittery from it all, nervous, embarrassed and in love and everything under the sun all at the same time. You stared at her, then looked away, then looked at her plump pink lips which were set in a questioning pout, then back up to her sympathetic greener-than-grass eyes, fuck, fuck, fuck. The intensity of the situation had caused any sense of judgment or critical thinking to long, long gone, and so your body moved on its own and before you had a chance to form a solid thought or process what you were doing.

Smooch.

You kissed her.

Mouths colliding like magnets as you held onto the sides of her face, fireworks igniting in every single part of your body. Cradling her jaw as you closed the space between you two, the hurricane of emotion coursing through your veins as your lips caressed hers, and time felt like it had stopped. The months and months of excruciating pining had all led up to this very moment.

She instinctively kissed you back, you felt her breaths fanning your face. You were about to ascend to another dimension. Lingering against her for a little longer, you forced yourself to regretfully pull away, and laughed loudly at her state now.

Her lips were parted and she was gawking at you, you had broken her completely. Your own heart was working overtime, you were panting from the adrenaline of the situation, and could only hear the blood rushing in your ears.

She seemed to be in a coma, doing nothing but staring and breathing. You punched her arm playfully, your voice breaking.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.”

An frustrated confession tore itself from your throat, even the world's strongest iron bars couldn't contain it. You wiped at your face with your sleeves, a sad attempt to clear it of the residual salty tears that never once stopped their journey out of your eyes.

The sadness had left you, and you felt lighter now, truthfully. Had no idea how you would ever face her again after all this, but at least the cat was out of the bag and you had gotten that off of your chest. You both stood there in silence, now what was wrong with her? What a dork. Sucking on your teeth and kicking a pebble on the ground you admitted finally, “So, yeah. That's what's been troubling me, I guess.”

Her pupils were dilated and huge, as she scanned all over your features, her mouth opening and closing as if she was having an internal battle of what to say. She stood there almost appearing miles more shocked than you somehow, she looked as if she was going to have a heart attack and die on you, you found it funny, but concerning at the same time.

You watched her for a moment more, before accepting your disappointing fate and bidding her a goodbye. You cleared your throat. “Okay then. Cya in class. Bye.” You turned on your heel and began the walk back to your room, but this time for real, and didn't look back at her. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't, you wanted to leave this whole fiasco in the past. That chapter was closed, it seemed.

The only thing left to do now was call your bestie, Abby. She has been your cheerleader through this whole thing, through all this time, gave you advice and brought you back to Earth, and you needed her support now more than ever.

Right after you reached your dorm she was there in no time at all, after receiving your distress call she scrambled into action, with chocolates and boxed wine in hand. Maybe you should just date her instead at this point. Who else was left for you?

You talked and talked and talked to her about everything for so long, talking the night away just like old times, and she sat and listened to your every word, patted your back reassuringly as you weeped into her shoulder, then tucked you into bed at the end of it all. She left only when she was sure you'd relaxed fully.

You didn't fall asleep quite yet, and stayed awake thinking, pondering life and staring up at your ceiling. It turns out angrily confessing to the girl you've been infatuated with forever by impulsively kissing her and letting the whole campus know it was a tiring thing after all. You really did cause a bit of a scene, when you thought about it in hindsight.

But what was this all like from Ellie's perspective? You wished you could know what she thought, or at least gotten some sort of formal response. Her friend storms out of a cafe, kisses her and screams she's in love with her? It's certainly understandable she'd feel a little lost, or under great pressure to give you an answer. Her reaction did make sense though, after being met with such a shocking revelation. Wow, now that you were really thinking about it, she still did not know why you ran out of the cafe like that. You wished you could turn back time and redo this day, shame that wasn't possible. Were you two ever going to have a discussion about this, or had you just lost a friend for life. Oh no, you pushed that thought away as quickly as it appeared, you didn't have an ounce of energy left over to dwell on it.

You'd work out what you were going to face her next later, a very well-deserved visit to dreamland was way overdue. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and your breathing slow, so you turned on your side and snuggled into your bed, eventually falling into a deep, deep sleep.

Meanwhile on your bedside table:

Bzz, bzz, bzz.

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Heyy, idk if u're still taking requests or not but if u're not just ignore this!

TikTok really came to drag me down the Satosugu hole by the foot this week goddamn. Anyways, I'd like to request my favorite sad gay boys with a m!reader who's a effeminate soft boy and is usually pretty quiet and cooperative but the second someone says something remotely negative about the two m!reader is already throwing hands and burying the offender's head onto the ground. Bonus point if he's from the Zen'in clan!

No one's ever calling Geto's bangs 'weird' with m!reader around lol.

- '🌈' Anon.

★ - yes! reqs are open !! when the first (yippie!!) one piece one shot comes out s'when reqs are gunna close briefly cause 've got other things m'needa work on! (❁´◡`❁)

☆ - Satosugu x M! Zen'in clan reader!

Lulling chirping sounds sounded through the second-year classroom as the sun began to rise. The sound of sweeping and the screech of desks moving across the table sounded through your ears.

With a gentle hand, you plucked the dead leaves off the bouquet of flowers that usually resided on the window sill next to your seat; plucking off the leaves as well and shaking it so the petals could become more pronounced.

After cutting the stem so water could flow through them, you placed the flowers in their vase and put them in their designated position, a pleased smile on your face when you realized that was the last thing you needed to do for cleaning duty, even though it wasn't your turn.

The door slid open behind you as a tired-looking Yaga walked into class. His eyes widened for a bit when they saw you before his expression turned sour. "Good morning, [Name]. I thought Satoru had cleaning duty for today?"

You bowed politely in greeting. "He asked me to do it because he had to get limited edition crepes today."

Yaga sets his things on the table with an annoyed mumble. "Thank you, please make sure he gets to class on time."

You nodded as you left the classroom. The sun shone down on your face through the windows as you made your way to Suguru's and Satoru's dorms.

You pass by Shoko in the kitchen who was hunched over the counter making a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" She asks, biting and finishing the remaining pocky in her mouth.

'If Suguru woke up a few minutes ago, he'd want some. Maybe Satoru would like some hot chocolate too.' You thought briefly before turning your attention back to the brunette. "Yes, please. One hot chocolate and black coffee."

Shoko grins at that instantly recognizing the order. "You've got it Mister Zen'in."

You wave goodbye and continue your journey. Suguru's dorm isn't that far from the kitchen so you got there in a short amount of time. You knocked, politely waiting for an answer.

"[Name]-chan? If it's you, you can come in!" Satoru's voice answered.

You open the door to see two bags of delivered crepes beside Satoru, who is painting Suguru's nails black. "See? Got some for you guys 'cause I'm such a nice person!"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "You only got them because you remembered flunking on cleaning duty."

You take a seat beside them, staring at Suguru's black nails. "Yaga says I should make sure you two get to class on time."

Satoru snorts, the tiniest bit of blue peeking out from his glasses. "Yeah, and when have we ever listened to what Yaga says?"

"You don't. Maybe Suguru, but I actually enjoy not getting punched in the head every time you do something stupid." You interject, causing Satoru to gasp loudly.

"Suguru! Do you hear this? I do everything I can to make sure you two are well fed and all I get in return is bullying!" Satoru whines as he sets the nail polish aside to let Suguru's nails dry and picks up the bags with a bright smile on his face.

Shoko kicks the door open with two mugs in her hand. "Here you go losers. Zen'in blink twice if they're forcing you to be here."

Suguru and Satoru stare at you expectingly, an exaggerated gasp when they see your eyes close twice.

Shoko giggles, patting the top of your head affectionately. "Yeah, I'd be scared if I was forced to hang out with them too."

She walks out of the room with a reminder that class starts in a few hours. Satoru brought out the crepes and immediately started eating them as he read the Digimon manga, periodically sipping his extra-sweet cocoa.

"[Name], why didn't you get a drink?" Suguru asks, picking up a crepe carefully so the paint doesn't smudge.

You shrug. "The place I normally get my drinks at is too far to walk in the morning."

Satoru looks at you blankly as he stuffs his face with more food. "I could've teleported, dummy. C'mon, road trip time!" He exclaims as he grabs you and Suguru.

"Satoru, no— you haven't even mastered it yet—"

You feel reality split and your stomach churns uncomfortably for a brief second before everything stills again. The sound of cars blaring runs through your ears as a familiar sidewalk reflects through your eyes. "See? easy!"

"[Name]? Are you okay?" Suguru asks, squatting in front of you with worry all over his face.

Taking a minute to breathe, you feel everything finally settle. You have no idea how Satoru can do that without throwing up. "Yes, I am... okay. Just a little disoriented."

Suguru shoots a glare at the albino who rubs your back apologetically. "Well, my apology is your drink! So come on, I wanna get back to the crepes before Shoko's fat ass eats them."

"Shoko doesn't even like the crepes you order. It's always too much sugar." Suguru defends, slapping Satoru upside the head as the three of you walk into the shop.

It's a small cafe situated inside a bookstore with soft Lofi music playing in the background. The three of you get in line. It's short, most likely due to how early it was but that only meant you could get back to the dorms on time.

You hear snickering behind you but pay no mind. After all, it was a public place, and whatever affairs other people had wasn't your business.

Then, you hear something about how a guy has his nails painted. In the corner of your eye, you can see them pointing at Suguru.

Either Suguru and Satoru notice and they don't care, or they don't notice. Either way, you weren't going to let them poke fun at your friend (boyfriend?) and get away with it.

"Is something the matter?"

They stare at you, visibly sizing you up. "Wondering why your friend has nail polish on, isn't that only for chicks?"

Satoru taps you on your shoulder. "Take it outside, don't want you to beat their ass and get banned, yanno?"

You acknowledge him but keep a sharp gaze on the two of them. "Giving gendered terms to inanimate objects is an extremely stupid thing to do. It is not on you, so why should you care what he has on?"

The implication of calling them stupid seemed to hit a nerve because a vein pops in their forehead and their fists clench. "Cause it's fucking gay. What? You like taking it up the ass too?"

"If a fight is what you want, then that is fine with me. Do not let your petty ideals and quite frankly shitty opinions mess up my morning."

They keep talking as you make your way outside. The instant the door chimes close, a loud groan rips through one of their mouths.

They hold onto their nose, now streaming blood and broken. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"You wanted a fight, did you not? Now, I am quite busy at the moment so if that is all, then I bid you a good rest of your day."

As you were about to walk back into the store, Suguru and Satoru came out with your drink in hand. "Yo! Here, got the kind you like cause I loveee you so much!" Satoru kisses your cheek and hands you your order, especially as you like it.

"Thank you, Satoru. Would you like to go back to the dorms now?"

Suguru stuffs a cake pop in your mouth, handing Satoru one and eating one as well. "Thanks for... that, by the way."

"It's no problem. You are my... partner, after all."

Satoru grins as he latches onto the two of you again. "Teleportation time, let's go!"

"Satoru, no—"

#writin' shit.#ANSWERED LETTERS — 012 #★: anon!#jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo x male reader #x male reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu x male reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #geto x male reader #suguru x male reader #satoru x male reader #male reader

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changbinsboobs · 25 days

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what is something u came to learn abt each skz member that really did surprise u or that u might not have thought abt if u were just observing them as a fan?

I def want to answer that again in the future when i have done more readings on them but for now its this:

1. how easy going I.N is. Tbh i though he's pretty stuck up and kind of a snob😅

2. how sneaky felix is. He seems like an innocent sunshine but i think he has a very different side to him that otherwise stays very well hidden.

3. how girlypop chan is. He has a more of a daddy/therapist perona within the fandom and other than that seems very serious and workaholic so i thought his energy would a very "no bullshit" kinda energy but he's very very cool and as i said gives me "girly pop, tea" typa energy.

4. how stuck up hyunjin is. Tbh i did sense that already when watching 2 kids room but i thought its just a small part of him, as we see so much of his fun creative side, but after doing multiple readings on him i believe he's a VERY difficult person to have an relationship with (platonic/romantic whatever, just very difficult)

5. how family oriented seungmin is. Very very mature. If tomorrow news cane out if him having a wife and a 3 year old child, with another in the way - i wouldn't be surprised AT ALL!!!

6. han being much more stable than i thought. Honestly i thought he's a mess and definitely has big problems mentally - doesn't seem like that at all tho in my readings. Gives off a pretty stable energy at least comparing to what i thought before.

7. for leeknow i dont have much as he seems pretty similar to what I've picked up on him beforehand - aside from the fact i thought he's way spicier than he actually is. Now it makes total sense to me, and i actually see where that come sfrom through his behaviour in interviews and more insight that we've gotten about his prsonal life etc, but somehow back then i still thought he would be spicier, being a double scorpio (or scorpio gemini) and all.

8. for changbin theres nothing that surprised me as I've picked up on his energy soooo strongly from the moment i started stanning the group. He's actually the reason i started using tarot, because through him i found out i actually have a gift for things like that. Like i would be cooking(or doing something), and suddenly i get a weird urge to like vent and ramble(with like really specific details), and feel so annoyed and hurt and i keep seeing him and like getting an urge to be held - even tho I have never had thought and feelings of that kind before. Idk how to explain it - u just know its not yours. And i endure it for a few 10-20 minutes, and it doesn't go and suddenly i decide to look if something's happened and then i see a certain live or a video or whatever and everything I've been feeling and hearing suddenly makes perfekt sense. Also had periods of times where he's in my dreams, but disguised and its like really intense. But yeah anyways I've went into too much detail😂 basically everything I've found out about him through tarot, i already knew before. I became interested in tarot primarily because of him and the intense energy I was CONSTANTLY picking up on.

#skz #tarot reading #stray kids #bang chan #lee felix #lee know #hyunjin #seo changbin #seungmin #i.n #han jisung #kpop

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idiotmf · 2 months

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Ur world building is phenomenal ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

Please tell me more abt xyon :3

Thank you so much! ( ◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

I am currently working on a story about Xyon (along with approximately fifty other things).

I usually write short scenarios with my characters for myself, sort of like different AUs, but they're in my native language, and I would like to make one that's Xyon x Reader specifically.

MDNI because my blog is 18+, the post itself shouldn't really be NSFW aside from biological aspects.

Uh, yeah... This is rather long for what I meant it to be (around 2.5k words excluding the notes at the beginning and end).

(Edit: Here is a link to the original lore dump for anyone wondering, since I reference it a lot.)

All that aside, here's a more in-depth look at my favorite biologist in the galaxy:

Appearance:

Since this is focused on just one Xenian, I can give a few more details about what he looks like. I really wish I was talented at drawing so I could give a visual representation of what I personally imagine, but I'll provide some images in case my words aren't clear enough (still working on that vocabulary, haha).

Let's start with his body!

As mentioned in the overall description, Xyon is around 2.5m (8'2), and if needed, he, like all other male Xenians, can stretch his torso up to 2.8m (roughly 9'2). If you're wondering which specific part gets stretched, it's the area just below the shoulders and above the stomach. (I'm using human anatomy here for convenience; if you're interested, I can definitely get into more in-depth Xenian anatomy, but I fear it might be boring.)

Whenever stretched, the skin gets damaged, sort of like horizontal stretch marks, but will shrink back to heal normally. Xenians don't do this often due to their high intelligence and lack of predators, causing it to be more of an evolutionary inconvenience these days.

While they still use it for mating displays, much like humans, they just prefer talking nowadays.

His overall body has a pretty slim, smooth look underneath the short fur. The muscles of Xenians are layered like thin sheets (muscle lasagna, anyone?) and don't bulge in the way human muscles would; instead, they just look broader and fuller.

Now, Xyon is considered skinny, even for his kind. I've mentioned it in the lore dump, but Xenians have moved past eating. They consume nutritional gel, which also explains why they are very lean, since they are literally only allowed to consume this gel, which covers their calculated daily needs.

If you know how nutrition works, though, you can probably see some holes forming in that logic. Xyon moves around a lot and therefore would technically require more, hence the skinny body.

His legs are long compared to his torso, especially below the knees (again, using human anatomy for convenience). His thighbones are rather short, the Xenian equivalent of Tibia and Fibula long (around 2/3rds of his legs; also, they don't have single bones but rather thousands of thin, long bones clustered together to form larger structures). It looks rather awkward when sitting or trying to crouch.

Fun fact: Xenians cannot kneel.

Well, technically, they can; once. And then not get back up without serious injuries. Their knees also cannot be fully bent back like a human's, but rather just enough to allow them to comfortably walk and sit. They actually also comfortably stand around in their strange crouching position whenever they are idle for long periods of time. Remember, they have a tail (sort of like this minus the scales) that they use for balance, resting in what I can only describe as a weird, tripod looking stance, sort of like they're leaning back and almost sitting on their tail.

I spent an hour trying to draw a representation of it, but it looked so goofy that I felt too embarrassed to share it. ( ´･ω･)

Anyway, his skull resembles that of an ocelot, complete with rows of sharp teeth, identifying his race as a once carnivorous one. (skull image) However, they don't have the typical cat whiskers, and their muzzle is less rounded.

Neat little tidbit, but technically, Xyon speaks with the Xenian equivalent of a lisp after sustaining an injury to his throat as a child (some of their sounds are formed in the throat, mainly the sheet metal-sounding one). However, since his words are translated into human speech for you to understand him, this doesn't carry over.

Xenian eyes also resemble those of cats; Xyon's are amber in color, but they can have various different ones. Of course he has a long, rough tongue due to their carnivorous roots.

Their entire body, except for their tails, genitalia, soles, and palms, is covered in a short, dark blue fur. (Imagine the fur of smooth, short coated dogs like a Doberman, Great Dane, Boxer, Beagle, etc. Just a bit softer.) If you want specifics on the color, I'd say the closest is #555C6C, ironically called Blue Planet. It looks sort of washed out due to their skin underneath being a dark gray.

His feet and hands are generally very similar in shape to those of a raccoon, except they have retractable claws and four fingers instead of five (a thumb and three fingers).

As mentioned in the species lore dump, they have retractable genitalia that are hidden underneath a layer of skin until they are exposed. It can actually harden while hidden, making their skin bulge. However, this can be quite painful since the space allowing for their phalluses isn't meant to support them in their full size.

If we're taking semen, it looks rather blueish in hue and the consistency is thicker and sort of slimy, designed to stick to a female's eggs.

Sources (cough cough) confirm it has a rather sweet-ish flavour, consuming too much of it does cause nausea in humans though.

Personality:

Xyon is an incredibly curious individual, especially later on (you'll see why in a second). He wants to know anything and everything about this planet and its inhabitants. He likes finding new plants, scanning them, and then observing for a while. He marvels at the strange animals that live on this planet (I should mention at this point that any story including Xyon is post-apocalyptic) and Earth's impressive landscapes.

Despite being very curious, he's still an extremely obedient follower of orders. For example, in one story I wrote, he was running out of his nutritional bio-gel and would simply refuse actual food, despite the scanner clearly telling him it was harmless for him to eat, choosing to starve rather than disobeying the directive to only consume the gel.

He does end up breaking one major rule, which ends up changing his entire life.

You see, while he is a biologist and was sent to earth to study and document flora and fauna for the intergalactic database, he is strictly forbidden from interacting with humans, whether positively or negatively, the only exception being for self-defense purposes. This is largely due to humans being known as primitive and extremely violent.

Xyon shares this narrative at first, since his research partner Xuan was murdered and subsequently eaten by humans after trying to peacefully interact with them.

That is, until he runs into, well, you. A lone human, injured, and on the brink of death. At first, he considers leaving you to die, then he considers observing you while you pass away, only to finally decide that even if you do attack him, he wants to help you.

Another bit of a flaw in his character is his naivety. Xenians don't have concepts like sarcasm; even lying isn't exactly something they do or consider, as it goes against their morals. This ends up with him believing everything you tell him, curiously inquiring about the most obvious of lies.

Not to mention, he speaks incredibly bluntly, which might come off as rude. This does actually improve after Xyon spends more time with you, since he learns to imitate the way you speak rather than sticking to the cold, scientific speech he uses at first.

I like to think this is a product of Xenian society, as scientists and research purpose tiers don't exactly experience individualism or even enough free will to build their own personalities to the point of even having distinguishing character traits.

I'm not sure how much I mentioned in the other lore dump (I tried to keep it short, so I kept cutting things out), but I do remember mentioning that Xenians practice culling unhatched eggs based on desirable base intelligence, health, etc. which is calculated based on your family tree, essentially. One's purpose is also determined by those stats.

Eggs far above the desired base intelligence usually become researchers and scientists, the highest "purpose" you can possibly have in their race. However, that also means that you not only get gaslit into thinking that's the only thing you're good at, you don't even get a chance to consider anything else.

Xyon is a biologist, and he cannot ever be anything but a biologist. He doesn't even have the mere choice of disliking his career, because it isn't just his job; it's his entire life.

Did I mention I love playing with such dystopian concepts?

Over the course of spending more time with you, he does eventually develop his own personality, or rather strengthen the few cracks that were present all along. But he can't help but look at you for guidance, despite being in the Xenian equivalent of his late twenties to early thirties. The concepts of being allowed to experience individualism and freely express himself are foreign to him.

I do want to mention that some Xenians do have their own personalities. This forced conformity is practiced in their general society, but only as bad as this on the higher purpose tiers, like the one he is in.

He does eventually turn into a gentle giant. I like to imagine him like a Disney princess, holding out one claw with a bird on it, like Snow White. Xyon does enjoy providing meat for you, which is a more primitive way to show that he is a suitable mate in his culture (though usually it goes both ways, or it used to, since they don't hunt anymore).

I like the concept of taking a step back from the highly intelligent life form and reverting to some more primitive practices as he develops individuality.

He never gets to the point of actively resenting his culture and planet, but rather accepts that this is one of its many differences from Earth and can be considered a flaw. In reality, he does find comfort in having a purpose, especially after you essentially tell him what life on earth was like. He finds the idea of having the freedom to try anything overwhelming, and not knowing what you're truly made for is terrifying in his eyes.

Beliefs and Values:

While a form of religion does still exist on his planet, due to the forced conformity and his purpose as a biologist, he was taught to disregard such matters for lack of logic.

Despite that, he does actually secretly believe in things like fate, especially in the context of finding one's mate.

Yet, mates are a pretty sore spot for him.

Due to their personalities, or rather lack thereof, and long absence from their planet in the name of science, higher-tier Xenians don't usually find a mate, often either living alone until death or dying during research.

Xyon does eventually express the belief that meeting you was fate and that you two were meant to end up as mates, despite being different in many ways.

He also believes that meeting you was meant to prove that humans weren't as destructive and savage as originally assumed.

(There is a whole other discussion of why earth became post-apocalyptic in the first place, and while the answer is a bit more convoluted than that, Xyon believes that the planetary representatives collectively decided that humans could not go on the way they were, and instead of risking a valuable planet that could host life being destroyed beyond repair, they would simply flatten major settlements and reset them to see whether they would grow from this experience or perish altogether.

Ironically, in reality, this was actually voted against in the end due to humans not having encountered extraterrestrial life yet and the promising scientific progression, but one race, fairly similar to humans themselves in nature (though not in looks), decided it would be for the better, carrying out the invasion on their own accord. While they weren't completely erased themselves, most of the higher-ranking beings from that planet were executed. This, however, is not common knowledge, as the representatives did cover it up in order to avoid other races being encouraged to disobey.)

While the race of Xenians does have values pertaining to open-mindedness and equality, they are fairly limited in nature. They do allow for sexual and romantic expression (on the lower tiers, mostly), but you can never, ever have the same standing as someone born with a higher tier purpose.

This means that even if you end up exceeding your calculated base intelligence by a lot, you will still be stuck in a purpose that isn't for you and have no chance of changing it.

Ironically, while a social hierarchy does exist, lower tiers are usually considered happier and have far more freedom than higher tiers. Because, again, they get stripped of all individuality to become mindless little researchers.

I purposely didn't specify Xyon's values in this case because, as you can imagine, being forced into a certain mindset does mean he has the same values as the collective, though it does change over time, with him expressing that while he does still support the tiers and purpose, he wishes it was less strict.

Family and Social Circle:

Xyon does actually have a family; he wasn't raised in a mating group. Unlike humans, Xenians don't have a close bond with their parents or siblings since they aren't fully raised by them but rather taken away early in life (around 4–7 in human years) to be trained for their purpose, which results in rather shallow bonds.

His father's purpose is to nurse and educate young Xenians that have either lost their parents or were abandoned, while his mother is the leader of their local tribe, which one can become regardless of tier, following an election process similar to that on earth.

Xyon does have irregular contact with them and even occasionally visits them while on Xen'jai, which is incredibly rare.

He had one older brother, who became a soldier and died very early on due to conflict between Xen'jai and their neighboring planet.

Xyon did have one friend, the female biologist Xuan, who was his assigned research partner.

Due to the nature of their work and purpose, social circles for their tier are small, if they exist at all.

This actually affects Xyon greatly. Now that his old partner is gone, he is alone on a foreign planet, and with Xenians being social creatures, it does make him feel lonely.

On several occasions, he has actually tried seeking out other research teams from his planet that were sent to Earth, and he briefly had contact with a male geologist named Xenon, who ended up being killed, or at least that's Xyon's assumption when his signal completely disappeared (hint hint nudge nudge, he is the other one I like writing about, and he is in fact not dead).

There is one more Xenian that Xyon is aware of on earth: a female meteorologist. He does not know her name; however, he has responded to several distress signals relating to her losing her bio-gel rations to humans.

Unfortunately, she was too far away for him to actually help (she is a character I want to write about in the future as well o(〃＾▽＾〃)o ).

Well, technically speaking, Xyon (and at some point Xuan), like any other research pair, does have a ship, but being the rule-following Xenian he is, he did not leave his assigned area (which is roughly central Europe in canon btw), though he briefly considered it until getting confirmation that the situation had sorted itself out.

It is likely due to this that he even considered helping you in the first place, because he was lonely and probably hoping deep down that a human could somehow keep him company.

Which... I mean... it worked out in his favor. Good for him.

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Yeesh, this is quite a lot.

Can you believe I still left stuff out? I also ended up dumping more lore for the species itself. I promise one day I'll go back and rewrite both the Species info and probably this one as well. I kind of want to write another big info-dump for Xen'jai as a planet, because there's a lot I want to get into, like the hierarchy, religion, history and evolution of the planet, which felt too out of place here.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Feel free to always reach out for more info or suggestions, I am literally just waiting to write more lore no one really can do anything with. :3

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rippersz · 1 year

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𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔𝖔.

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(DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) (TW: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, slight glorification of both, gore, toxic love, smutty/suggestive themes, etc.) (Larissa Weems x Reader)

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“The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.” ~ Sean Glatch

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Turns out, the maintenance crew was due to leave only about two hours after everyone vacated Nevermore to go to the carnival. The only catch was that Larissa had to turn it back on five hours later; some inane thing about a system catch up and not wanting to blow the lights and blah blah blah. She didn’t really seem too concerned, so you figured it wasn’t worth worrying about. Though then again, her level of reaction is often exaggerated around others. A smooth coverup to her consistent undertone of intense apathy. She’s a damn good actress, you have to give her that. Even when around you, she puts a bit more life into her eyes. Into her voice. Into her breath. It’s forced, of course. Yeah. Most definitely. She doesn’t just magically feel more alive because of you. That type of thing doesn’t happen in real life.

…Cannibals, on the other hand, happen far more often than people like to think.

If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that you’d somehow fall into a weird pseudo-psychotic-relationship with your one day shape-shifting cannibalistic gorgeous boss, you’re pretty sure your younger self would just burst into tears. Or blink maybe- and ask what a ‘cannibal’ was. You wouldn’t have an answer, of course, but that’s neither here nor there.

What’s more important anyway is the fact that you stupidly agreed to meet Larissa by Nevermore’s main entrance at exactly 9:45. You were exhausted after a day of rowdy teenagers and slow classes and it was only at about 7 PM when you remembered that your day wasn’t even over yet. Oh no no no. You still had a game to play. A game that, now as you think of it, standing by the two big doors and waiting for the guest of honor, may just go on well into the night. It depends on how Larissa’s feeling. It depends on what the ‘terms’ are. It depends on if she’s eaten dinner yet and if she has the energy to kill, cook, and clean before everyone gets back.

God you hope that’s not the case.

You really really hope-

“Always on time, I see,” a familiar voice rings through the hall, sounding from the top of the staircase.

Speaking of the fucking thorn in your side.

You turn at the exact moment that Larissa’s kitten heels start click-clacking their way down the stairs… and then promptly fall short of breath at the sight.

You haven’t seen her all day. Not even once. And now there she stands, all 6 feet and however many inches in those shoes and she’s painted against the moonlight that shines through the large windows behind her and the shadows drink her in as the air loses itself in her beauty, stealing away into her lungs and depriving you of oxygen and you, not for the first time, find yourself wondering why it’s so hard to just accept her. To just come to terms with the fact that maybe, if you ignore her insatiable appetite, you may be able to fall asleep in her arms and kiss her peacefully without feeling shame. Why can’t you just push guilt aside and fall into her body and let her pick you up and surround you and finally feel safe? And why oh why can you not take your fucking eyes off of her goddamn body? Jesus you are barely holding yourself together as she drags one slender hand down the bannister, making eye contact with you as she prowls. Those crystal eyes take on a dark, nearly black hue in the grey of the evening and you find yourself ashamed of the fact that you can’t look away from them.

Perhaps some sins are meant to be indulged in.

Her crimson lips curl into a placating close-mouthed smile. Her skin and hair are as pale and pristine as ever. Her perfume, as she gets closer, is heavier- spicier- but the intoxication of scent is the least of your worries. Oh no; the thing you’re most concerned about is the dress. Never have you ever seen her wear red. Not in your five and a half years of working at Nevermore. Not even in your dreams. Larissa doesn’t touch deep colors. She doesn’t wear the darker shades.

And yet?

Yet, there she is. Torturing you. Wrapping her long slim fingers around your attention span and taking all of it for herself. ‘Mine,’ is what she’s silently saying as she gives her hips some extra sway and shows off the loose sash around her waist. The dress reveals the curve of her calves and the tiniest bit of her thighs and suddenly you come to the (stupid) realization that she’s not wearing any stockings. Which she always wears. Which somehow, the absence of, makes your brain short-circuit and recalculate.

“Thank you for meeting me.” And before you even know it, there the Big Bad stands - hands clasped at her waist and head tilted to the side, looking like the cat who did not only catch the canary but also skinned, filleted, and served the little fucker up on a silver platter.

You feel the need to glare at her, to curse her for her beauty and her allure, but you simply can’t muster up the energy to do so. You’re tired- and your emotions are frayed- and you just want to rest- but clearly someone doesn’t want you to be at peace just yet. No, clearly, she wants you all to herself for just a little while. You’re not sure why, you’ve contemplated it before, but dwelling on anything regarding Larissa Weems is a spiraling whirl of insanity and despair that you just don’t wanna go down right now. So it’s better to stay in the present… and give her a little hum while you cross your arms. If she’s noticed that you take on such a defensive stance whenever she’s around, she hasn’t said anything. And she probably won’t either. Cuz she doesn’t care.

“Yup. Are we gonna get this over with or what?” It comes out harsher than you want it to, forcing your organs to immediately crinkle up like smashed paper as you cringe at your sharp tone.

Larissa fairs no better as her expression falls and her lips twist into a frown. The lines of her face become deeper when she looks so depressed, like she hasn’t slept in 80 years. You want so terribly to tell her to suck it up and stop acting like a baby, but you also know that her excitement about fun and friendliness is not a thing she fakes. The Poe Cup excites her. The Nevermore dances and activities and Outreach Day and this, that, and the other all bring her some modicum of joy. The kids themselves make her happy. It’s weird to know a person who has killed another human being and enjoyed the taste of their flesh… while also finding happiness in the simple annual events of their job. Like she has an alter ego; but you know that’s not the case. She’s 100% herself. Which is both admirable and scary.

“If you don’t want to,” Larissa hisses, making you freeze at the sound of undeniable ice in her tone, “then don’t make me force you. Go to bed, if you so wish. I’m not going to keep you against your will.”

Like a monster. She doesn’t say it, but you think that maybe she’s thinking it.

And though you want to respond and say But you are a monster. You have kept people against their will before. You have killed before. you decide to steer the conversation to safer shores and get yourself out of harm's way. Larissa doesn’t often get serious with you, but whenever she does it, you know better than to push her buttons. Certain boundaries have not yet been established. You never know if you are safe.

“Sorry- sorry. I’m just tired. Really, I’m fine. Let’s play and then we can get some rest. That sound okay?”

A dark gaze pins you to your spot, staring into the very marrow of your bones. It’s clear what she’s thinking. It’s clear what she knows. Like she knows you’re just agreeing to save your own hide. She knows you’re complying out of fear. She can’t hear your heartbeat, but she knows it’s running faster than a speeding train. She knows she’s shifted the line once again.

The only thing is that she really can’t bring herself to care.

You’ve complied. That’s all she needs.

“…Fine. Yes. Are you ready to discuss the terms?”

It’s obvious that the tension hasn’t dissipated entirely, but you figure that as the night carries on, that will change.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Who knows? It may even be fun.

Larissa smiles.

It’s wide.

It’s.. scary.

Sharp.

A Cheshire grin.

Cold. Steely. It doesn’t reach her eyes. You feel sweat start to bead along your back.

“In the name of saving time, there will be one round. I will seek. You will hide. We will have 45 minutes in total. However, you will get a 20 second head start. Should I manage to find and catch you in under 45 minutes, you’ll join me for dinner. The main course will be poached lamb. And you will be required to eat it.” There’s a pause.

“All of it.”

Okay not fun. DEFINITELY not fun. So incredibly not fun.

You swallow.

“…And if I win?”

Then what? Then what if you win? What the fuck do you get out of this? What could she possibly give y-

“Then I will give it up.”

…What?

You look at her wildly. But there’s no expression on her face. She’s just… blank. White behind the eyes. Nothing. Apathetic.

No.

Practiced indifference.

She doesn’t think you can win.

She doesn’t even want to consider you winning.

But all is fair in love and cannibalism. And she’s never been one to tip the scales.

“I’m sorry, you’ll what?” You’re just not sure you’ve heard her correctly. She’ll ‘give it up’?

Larissa sighs, her lashes fluttering as she purses her lips and gives you a ‘look’.

“If you win, I’ll give it up.”

…And that’s it? That’s all she’s gonna give you?

“What do you even mean? Give up the whole killing people and eating them thing? The-” You look around, suddenly nervous about a creature somehow lurking in the shadows. One can never be too careful. Probably best that you don’t speak so loudly. “-the cannibalism?” Your body leans closer to her as you whisper, though your eyes stray and scan the shadowed columns and walls of the entrance hall.

Larissa of course takes that opportunity to get closer to you and bends down at the waist, lining her lips up to your ear while you’re distracted.

“Yes, darling. I’ll give up the cannibalism.” And her voice is so husky and her breath is so warm, flushed against the side of your neck, that you nearly fall right to your knees.

I’ll give up the cannibalism.

Oh you could laugh. You could laugh and you could laugh hard. She’s joking- she has to be. And you’re about to tell her that, you’re about to turn your head and tell her not to fuck around with you, but then your cheeks brush and suddenly you’re letting out an embarrassing squeak and stumbling back to hit the door behind you.

She blinks, straightens up, and smiles down at you as though nothing ever happened.

It’s infuriating.

“You’re lying. You wouldn’t do that.”

A light eyebrow quirks up.

“Wouldn’t I?”

A heavy staring contest ensues; but you’re the only one trying not to blink - Larissa is just looking. And smirking. And god fuck her for being so fucking gorgeous.

“I’m a woman of my word, Y/n,” she purrs, watching with such amusement as you desperately try to collect yourself and steer yourself back on track.

Not that the track was very clear nor sane in the first place. In fact, the track probably leads to Hell.

Oh well.

You were never getting through the pearly gates anyway.

“Okay,” you decide, looking her up and down. “If I win, you stop it. All of it. No more killing, eating, nothing. The only protein you consume comes from livestock. Not human livestock. Just- livestock.” You nod to yourself, giving her a firm stare.

But just because you reaffirmed what happens if you win doesn’t mean you will. And she knows that. So she hums and turns on one heel, taking her burning gaze away from you and sweeping it over the floors and walls- down into the darkness of the corridors. You don’t know what she’s thinking, but you have a feeling it’s not good. Larissa can be very sneaky when she wants to be… cheating, at least in a playful little game like the one you’ll be having, is certainly not below her. In fact, she’s entirely capable of winning. Like on a level you could not even imagine. She’s been around Nevermore for how long? Counting her years in the Academy as a student and as an adult… knowing her roommate used to be the cunning and sly Morticia Frump neé Addams… well. Her big sexy shapeshifter brain probably has the entire fucking place memorized.

And you haven’t even been there for six years.

So you’re saying you’re doomed.

Yeah. Basically.

“Yes,” Larissa finally confirms, turning back to you with a quick shift of her legs. “And if I win, you dine with me.” Oh she looks so excited about that. Her eyes, somehow, are darker than they were before. No light reflects at all as they carve into your soul. Already you can tell that she’s imagining how she’ll cook the meat.

“…Poached lamb, you said?”

She grins, her smile sudden like she’s surprised (and delighted) that you remembered.

“Yes. Would you like to know what other dishes I’ll be preparing?”

At the sound of her cheery tone, your expression sets into a scowl.

“You’re talking as if you’ve won already. What makes you think that’ll happen?”

Her physical response is minuscule. Barely even there. But you notice the slight way in which her cheek twitches; and you see how her hands tighten around each other. When she responds, her red lips are curved into a smirk and her voice is soft. Soft and kind. It sends a blaze of hot warmth across your body.

“I find acting as though you already have the thing you want tends to result in obtaining it.” Her head tilts. Her eyes run over your body. From your feet to your head, over the swaying black cotton dress you’re wearing and the necklaces you have draped over your collarbones. Slow and steady. Tracing your arms… your legs… your shoulders… your waist… your breasts and your hair… not hungry for your flesh in her stomach, but hungry for your skin against her tongue. Your skin against her lips. Your skin against her own. She lets out a sigh. “And I want you.”

It’s breathed out into the night - and accompanied by the sudden loud chime of Nevermore’s clock tower.

You jump at the sound of it, immediately slapping a hand over your heart in shock.

“Goddammit! That fucking thing gets me every time.” It’s definitely not the thing to be focusing on, but you’re not sure you have the mental capacity to pick through and understand the implications behind Larissa’s words. As it is, the change of the hour means you have even less time to play before the rest of the staff and the children return.

Larissa, of course, did not jump out of her bloody skin. Instead, she watched your body tense and your eyes widen with no small amount of fondness. She thought you were silly. Adorable. Hers.

“I suppose that’s our cue, then. Are you ready to begin?” Her white teeth glimmer when she turns to glance up at the staircase.

You feel your heart start to thump within your ears.

Always the little lamb, aren’t you darling?

Yes.

Always the prey.

Yes.

Meant to be hunted.

Yes.

Meant to be found.

Yes.

No.

Wait. …Meant to be found?

No...

No no no no no no.

Not meant to be found. Not meant to be found at all. The whole point is not to be found. The whole point is to escape.

Oh? What are you escaping from? There is no one here to hurt you. There is no one here to get you. You are safe. You are safe.

Oh if only that were true…

If only she could love you without wanting to swallow you whole.

You finally sigh, resigned and tired.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Larissa.”

«——..✞..——»

Can you tell I’m hyperfixating on her? Thank you so much for the love. (Let’s just pretend Nevermore’s clocktower works. And the power being out will come into play in the next part ;)) - Rip x

(P.S. Tell me who you want to win in the game of hide and seek.)

(P.P.S. Most of the meat referenced in this series is code for human flesh. ‘Long pork’, for example, is the official name for human. Here, the ‘poached lamb’ and other types mentioned in future is also code. Thx.)

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 6 months

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Hello, I hope you don't mind if I share a weird headcanon of mine 👉👈

I normally see people talking about Kakyoin make drawing about you but what if Jotaro does that too? The reason I have this headcanon because I remember the scene when Jotaro using Star Platinum drawing the fly he saw in the picture, and he draw it so well. It makes me think that maybe Jotaro has talent in art too. Jotaro's style will be realistic style while Kakyoin will be more like cartoon/anime style.

Imagine their sketchbook filling with so many drawing of you 💕 Jotaro will watching you from afar, sketching you with your cute smile, your beautiful eyes, he captured it all. For Kakyoin, I think he will even make up characters (oc) that look like you and him and ship them together lol (this headcanon inspried by my friend, she actually do that with her crush).

Thank you for reading my ramble, glad to talk with you :D I would love to hear your thoughts about my weird headcanon

P/s: Love you writing so muchhhh 💝

This is fun stuff, I could eat it up all day. Thanks for sending it in, so I can blabber my mouth about it

This always internally bugged me so I’m very thrilled that someone brought up how well Star Platinum drew that fly. I suppose it’s kind of easy to gloss over for a lot of people compared to Kakyoin’s scene of painting on that canvas. (Then again that fly was kind of important to identify to figure out where Dio was so then again it’s “???” for an explanation)

Anywho, I’d say signs point to Jotaro being able to draw, and I think it’s a hobby he prefers keeping to himself. Like you said of him having a sketchbook, almost no one sees what he draws in it and he doesn’t want anyone else to see it especially if it’s various sketches of you. So more than likely when he does do so, he’s somewhere where he won’t be pestered by school girls, or whatever punk tries to start a fight with him.

I’d also like to think he goes back and lingers on prior stuff, just staring at it for a little while. This applies usually when you’re out of school sick (which he’ll probably stop by later anyway with or without your knowledge). But there’s something comforting about seeing every piece of your visage in his sketchbook. Literally no one else knows about this sketchbook aside from maybe Kakyoin (Holly has her suspicions he takes a sketchbook around but she smiles not pestering her son on his hobbies as she thinks it’s adorable).

For the most part art wise I think Jotaro sticks to traditional art, maybe a dabble of charcoal but he prefers pencils. Maybe watercolor if he ever went beyond, but traditional with pencil/pen is the easiest way for him to pull something out at his leisure. Would he let you see? Maybe eventually when he gets you where he wants you, or if the cat is out of the bag early and you see it and you’re not quite with him yet. Let’s just say seeing that may speed up him taking you.

Kakyoin I could definitely see diving into the oc type of thing, he’d certainly reference an artstyle of a manga you like. (Don’t ask how he figured that out so quickly). Though he definitely loves putting some passion into his artwork and occasionally shamelessly make sultry artwork of you and himself. He loves painting the most as he spreads colors, mixing them into the wondrous hues that is your skin tone. Or splashing watercolors in a notebook, that looks something out of a fairytale. Soft and warm lighting….oops he’s getting a tad bit excited.

He definitely presents pieces that are obviously meant to be stand ins for the two of you. That no one else would ever be wiser too, yeah you might have this odd feeling something’s not quite right, but there’s nothing there you could really prove other than observe just how pretty the composition is. If you compliment it, that just fuels this man’s desire further.

Biggest takeaway here is Jotaro and Kakyoin very blatantly have their own styles whether sticking with black/white/grey, or full on color. Both would be pretty in their own right, and their style choices speak of their personalities without saying a single word.

#yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #chitchatwithcrazyyandere #yandere headcanons #yandere kakyoin #yandere jotaro

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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Drama CD Translation ☽ Vol. 4 Mukami Saga ☽ Track 5・The Things and People We Protect

Original title of this track: 守るべき物と者 Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro (Ruki), Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Yuma), Kishio Daisuke (Azusa), Kimura Ryōhei (Kou) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (as always, BIG thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

TRACK 1 ・TRACK 2 ・TRACK 3・TRACK 4・TRACK 5・AFTER STORY

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This is the fourth volume of the Lost Eden drama CDs! I'll make separate posts for each track and update the links above as I go. This is the last track of this CD! I'm glad we got to have a little moment with Ruki in this one aaah... Happy listening and reading along!

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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00:00 Yuma: Ah, the soil is bone-dry. This’s awful… Only proves how much power the man really had. It’s turned pretty much everything into a desert…

[You walk up to Yuma.]

Yuma: Oh, it’s you. What’s up?

[You say that you wanted to see how Yuma was doing.]

Yuma: Aren’t you tired?

[You tell him honestly.]

Yuma: Heh. Figures. We’re in the same boat. Well, about this… The soil’s so bad here that even if you properly take care of the garden ‘n try to grow somethin’, only desert vegetation could survive here. The soil’s pretty much dead. I actually wanted to try growin’ those seedlings over there, but I gave up.

[Yuma sits down on the ground.]

Yuma: Ah… And the garden was thrivin’ only a little while ago.

[You ask him whether it has to do with Karl Heinz’ death.]

Yuma: Well, yeah. This castle was like an extension of Himself. I know I pledged my allegiance to protect this place earlier, but I’m already feelin’ anxious. Relyin’ too much on a parent ends up bitin’ you in the ass after all.

[You pick up some gardening tools.]

Yuma: What’re you doin’? I just told you, the soil’s done for.

[You quote what Azusa and Ruki were saying earlier.]

Yuma: Heh. Hahaha! Well, you’re right. Can’t knock it ‘til you try it.

[Yuma joins you to till the soil and plant the seedling.]

01:57 Yuma: Thanks. It’s not like me to be all gloomy and pessimistic. ‘N to have you worry about me. Alright. Now we just pour some water on it.

[You were going through the soil with your hands, but you end up cutting your finger.]

Yuma: What’s wrong? Oh. Ah, there’s broken shards of something in the soil. C’mere.

[Yuma pulls you with him to the sink to clean the wound.]

Yuma: This is Eden soil, so there aren’t any weird bacteria here, but… Underestimating these things won’t do us any good. Well, this should be clean enough. And lastly—

[Yuma puts your wounded finger into his mouth.]

Yuma: Your blood’s really sweet. Heh. I don’t think I could ever get enough of it. I want more. You owe me now, anyway. I won’t let you say no.

[Yuma bites you.]

Yuma: It’s your fault for having such delicious blood. I’m not of much help, am I? I only just healed your wound, ‘n now I’m hurtin’ you again. Heh. Thanks for the blood.

[Yuma pulls away from you.]

Yuma: Agh… I’m getting sleepy. I’m goin’ back to my room. Sleep tight. And thanks for the help.

[Yuma walks off. Some time passes, and the scene shifts to Ruki bursting into your room while you were sleeping.]

03:58 Ruki: Eve!

[You sit upright.]

Ruki: I’m sorry to bother you while you were resting, but there’s no time. I need you to be quiet and come with me.

[You walk over to Ruki. He grabs your hand.]

Ruki: We need to hurry. I don’t have time to explain. Let’s go!

[The two of you run off.]

Ruki: Just now, I received word from a familiar that the Vibora are heading towards Eden. They must be looking to conquer this castle or to destroy the morale of the Vampire race. It took them long enough, and yet this is still quite sudden to us.

In any case, you need to hide. Aside from this castle, they must intend to capture you as well.

[You’re surprised and ask him why.]

Ruki: Word is spreading fast about the Adam’s Apple Plan. Everyone now knows that Karl Heinz has recognised you as the Sacrificial Bride of the Demon World. Some want to use you to ascend to the throne.

[You tell him you would never agree to such a thing.]

Ruki: I know that, but so long as that extraordinary blood runs through your veins, nothing else will matter to them.

[The two of you stop before a large door.]

Ruki: Alright. This is it.

[Ruki opens the door for you.]

Ruki: Get inside.

[The door slams closed.]

Ruki: This is the Room of Time. You could see it as Karl Heinz’ living room, in a sense. This is the most secure room he had, located in the innermost part of the castle. You should lay low here while the commotion subsides. The rest of us will fight to protect Eden, like we discussed yesterday.

[You ask Ruki if they have any forces backing them up.]

06:12 Ruki: Not at all. It’s just the four of us. Not even the Sakamaki family knows what has become of this castle.

[You ask Ruki if there’s anything you can do.]

Ruki: All you can do is stay here, We have no reason to fight out there if we don’t know that you’re safe. Heh. Don’t look at me like that.

[Ruki suddenly pulls you into an embrace.]

Ruki: You were about to start whining. I know. Let me hold you. Just for a moment. I can’t let my brothers see me like this, after all.

[You stroke Ruki’s back.]

Ruki: Heh. Stop it. I’m not a child. It feels quite nice, though. Don’t tell the others, alright? Take this as a sign of my gratitude.

[Ruki bites you. It takes you off-guard.]

Ruki: Don’t act so surprised. This is more of a reward to you than anything else, after all.

[Ruki bites you again.]

Ruki: Ah… That’s enough playing around for now. I have to go back. You know what to do, right? Don’t leave this room under any circumstance. When things calm down outside, I’ll knock on the door four times. That’s when you can come back out. I’ll see you then.

[Ruki walks to the door and opens it.]

Ruki: Goodbye, Eve.

[Ruki closes the door behind him, leaving you all alone. The scene shifts to the brothers’ inner monologues.]

08:50 Ruki: Just like that, we went to meet an unknown fate.

Kou: I wonder if He expected things would turn out like this. However, we strongly believe this isn’t a trial that we can’t overcome.

Yuma: We’ll protect Eden… and we’ll protect Eve. In the end, we probably won’t be able to obtain the Apple, but…

Azusa: Still… we have no choice but to move forward.

Ruki: As we dreamt of a new dawn breaking from the East of Eden, the next chapter in our lives silently began. Nobody knows what’s waiting for us on the other side of this fight.

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kamiversee · 2 months

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SPILL ON UR LOVELIFE OMG WHAT 👀👀 I want fanfic moments too hsjjssj

Are you ready for a yap sesh…

Okay so do y’all rmb that 6ft tall guy I was talking to & said I MIGHT be in love w? Yeah so erm… He was wayyy to lusty for me, so much so that when we talked and he’d say how much he liked me— it just felt weird because it was like “wtf do you like about me aside from the fact that I’m nice & know how to dirty talk??”

And I thought it was ironic that he was too lusty for me even tho I write literal smut in my free time but y’all I’m not even exaggerating when I say nearly every convo w tht man was about sex. And if it wasn’t about sex then it was just about something pertaining to him in general.

Anything he knew about me was info I had to just throw out there to him yk? It was like he never really asked me anything about myself unless it was something sexual. Which irked my nerves so badly because, again, wth did he like about me? The guy didn’t even know my favorite color like ??

But in the beginning I was pretty blindsided by how good the conversations were and I was just happy to receive attention in all honesty.

Anywho tho, I told my bsf about the guy & he was telling me to stop talking to him because it’s going no where, or at least tell him that I want him to start asking things about me but uh…

I’m not that kinda person y’all. I dont want to have to tell someone to be curious about me if they claim to be interested in me. It was so apparent that he was only interested in the way I gave him a listening ear on his struggles & the way I engaged in sexual convos.

So, although I felt like shit for a while because I didn’t wanna be like his other exes tht just up & left him for no reason, I eventually told him I just couldn’t talk to him romantically anymore. NOW, this was damn there the icing on the cake.

While he was really mature about it ending & basically said he understood and wasn’t going to push me about staying or anything, y’all… he didn’t even ask why I wanted things to end. I wasn’t exactly looking for him to ask why but dude, if u claimed to like me as much as you did & were oh so infatuated with me, shouldn’t you wanna know why I suddenly wanna break things off w you??? 😐

Anyway, that ended & we decided to just stay friends. Our convos got shorter and shorter & nowadays he & I both moved on.

ONTO MY CURRENT LOVE INTEREST 😁

Guys hes so.

We started talking from me giving him advice abt his ex and stuff & I met him literally right after that first guy so he even gave me advice abt him and when I told him I felt so shitty about leaving guy numb 1, he reassured me even tho he didn’t know me tht well at the time ^-^

Then from there we just became friends and would talk a lot bc he noticed my lil sugu obsession and told me he looked like him (He does lowk) which led to him sayin I should be obsessed w him instead of Sugu since he’s actually real… he lowk gagged me there guys

Aaaand we’d just talk every day more and more, all on discord btw bc it’s so silly over there (server coming when??) And like, I dont rmb when exactly he caught feelings for me but at some point I could just kinda tell.

The only thing was that it just felt too soon so when he actually confessed to me or wtv, I told him I still wanted to know more about him as a person and whatnot. AND GUYSGUYSGUYS.

So rmb guy1 right? & how he didn’t even know my fav color? I told guy2 about that and he immediately asked abt it. I KNOW that’s smth so small but pls, it was so sweet…. is the bar in hell? Idk, I swear I have standards 🙏

We even had a whole convo abt colors & it was just super cute! >< Another time, I vented and told him how guy1 didn’t rlly put in any effort to get to know me but claimed to like me and guy2 went out of his way to say how he wants to know everything about me

When I tell y’all his confession was like smth out of a damn fanfic. YALLLLLL. And it’s funny bc MLN is actually based on events tht’s happened in my life soo…

Anywho, guy2 is amazing and ilhsm. He’s so sweet and silly, I wanna eat him yall ☹️

We talk everyday & I’ve ruined my sleep schedule juust a bit for him (it was ruiened beforehand tbh)!

That’s pretty much how things r goin for me rn. Guy1 & guy2 did interact w each other at one point and it was sooo messy yall, I was not feelin it but thats a story for another time frfr

I hope you guys enjoyed my podcast :3

#kami!yaps #kamiversee!answers

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artistic-intrxvert · 2 years

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can you write yandere funtime foxy and funtime freddy headcanons please and thank you?

Hey Bon Bon, we have a new friend!! Fr tho hello!! I got excited when i saw this :D ✨FNAF SISTER LOCATION APPRECIATION✨ I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy and have an amazing day/night wherever you are!! <3333333

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO YANDERE TOPICS!!

Other TWs: Swearing, Mentions of breaking bones, dark topics, Funtime Freddy, feral animatronics..i think it's pretty self-explanatory-

If I missed a TW, please tell me so i can add it!

✨Funtime Foxy🦊

From what I understand of Funtime Foxy as a general character, he loves to have attention on him

So i would imagine as a Yandere, it would be much, MUCH worse

Wants your attention 24/7 and will not take no as an answer

As for how you got stuck with this little shit? Yeah you were hired to do all of the stuff that needs to be done during the day since your coworker, Mike, has the night shift

Funtime Foxy always enjoyed when you came by to make sure that his voice box and other mechanical parts worked fine because that meant that he got to spend time with you! Not to mention you have have all of your attention on him and him only

Hated it whenever you had to go check out the other animatronics heaven forbid Funtime Freddy

Yeah no Funtime Foxy and Funtime Freddy do not get along...at all

One day at work he doesn't respond to tests for his voice box so that you think it needs replacing, and while you turn around to go grab a new one he hits you over the head and knocks you out

Alright so now you are kidnapped, congratulations! Would you like a trophy? Nevermind, i don't think I have any that say "Congrats for getting kidnapped by a lovesick animatronic fox"

Anyways-

Loves to perform for you! I mean, he loves to talk about being on stage and performances so why not perform for his darling?

What other choice do you have? Escaping? Oh, no you don't

If you even try escaping this mother fucker he's going to know before you can even get to the vent that leads to the elevator

He will then proceed to break both of your legs, not flinching or pausing when your cries of pain echo throughout the underground circus

Will take care of you until you feel better, by then you would have learned your lesson...

"Now now, don't give me that look...why are you crying? Didn't you even think of what was going to happen? Tsk Tsk..i suppose i will put aside my lovely performance just to take care of you..”

🐇Funtime Freddy🎤

If you thought Funtime Foxy was bad, then you clearly don't know fear until you've experienced a Yandere!Funtime Freddy

Now, Freddy by himself is already dangerous enough as it is

But because he has Bon Bon and can literally throw him at people, there is absolutely no hope for you, I’m sorry to say

As for how you got stuck with this psychotic bitch, you are given the ✨Night Shift✨ instead of Michael

And for those of you that know your stuff, Michael has to deal with Freddy and Bon Bon on night 2

So on your second night of working your Night Shift, you got stuck with this motherfucker

Will let you leave the weird back room closet thing he calls his room, but will have the others keep you away from the door

Suuuuper aggressive; if you wanted him to be nice, do everything he says, simple as that

As for entertainment, he will tell jokes and will sometimes play hide and seek with you

Nah never mind he plays hide and seek with you a lot, it gets super terrifying

I can imagine you think your hiding well and then you just hear a whisper in front or behind you saying “Found you…I win”

No hope for you escaping, it’s just you watching him recite programmed jokes over and over and over again

If you try to escape, will let you get to the vent before promptly throwing bon bon at your head, essentially giving you a concussion

He will take care of you though! No need to worry!

If you dare pull something like this again, more headaches and concussions until it gets through your thick skull (his words)

“How many times am I going to have to do this before it gets through that thick fucking skull of yours?! *sigh* It’s fine, I will just have to keep you in my room for another week, not like you can say anything against it..”

This is my first time writing yandere stuff so I hope I got this right! I didn’t go back and check to see if these had proper grammar and spelling but it’s fineee-

Hope you have an amazing rest of your day/night!

-artistic-intrxvert

#fnaf x reader #yandere #Funtime Freddy x reader #funtime foxy x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #im tired and it's 1 AM and I have school tomorrow help

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mosneakers · 8 months

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Brick's Spooky Day party is in full swing. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and merriment and dancing under the full moon light. Occasional howls emanating from the thick woods of Moonwood Mill, and the deep pulsating beat of the eerie spooky-themed music, send waves of anxiety-induced nausea through Skye Darling's tummy. She considers leaving early.

Selene dances entrancingly around the grassy field as if no one's watching, yet every movement is calculated to capture Lou's feral attention. Their eyes occasionally meet, and with each glance a magnetic pull intensifies. Lou, torn between the painful rumors of her involvement with Brick Darling, and the irresistible force pulling him closer, as if the moon itself is guiding him, decides to push aside his uncertainties and finally say something to her.

Lou: Love the costume...

Selene: [Chuckles] Thanks. You make a pretty convincing pizza boy, yourself! I thought mine was a little on the nose, actually. Lou: Nah, it's perfect—it's very fitting, hah. Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for inviting us, by the way. Selene: Hey, thank Brick. It was all his idea. I just helped him set it all up. He's really trying to build bridges between the communities.

Lou: [Nods gently] Right, I'll be sure to do that. Well whoever's idea it was, I'm glad I made it out, this is a nice party. Looks good. Selene: [Smiles] It's good to see you, Lou— Lou: —Good to see you too. Real good. You look happy. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, Lenie.

Selene: What? You mean Brick? [Laughs] No, I'm not -with- Brick. We just help each other out from time to time. But we're just friends. In fact, Brick's on a mission to find his fated mate, and I'm supposed to be his wing-wolf tonight, haha.

Lou's eyes widen impulsively. A stifled, shaky exhale of relief slips passed his lips and and a broad grin appears as he tries to play it cool.

Lou: Oh! Cool, cool. Very cool. And how's that going?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the empty grassy lot, Wolfegang approaches Brick with a curious grin. Wolfegang: Hey big guy. [Hearty pat on shoulder] Nice party. Brick: Ayy, thanks man! Glad you could make it. Your costume is siiick. You make a way better pizza guy than Lou's version. Wolfegang: [Blinks slowly] Thanks, brother. Hey, quick question. That young lady hanging out with your cousin... I don't believe I've had the honor of meeting her... Happen to know her name? Brick: Oh her? That's Janie. [Cocks eyebrow] Pretty, huh?

Wolfegang: Pretty? Brick, please, my brother in Wolfhood... [clears throat] From the moment I caught but a glimpse of her eyes in pale moonlight, as she twirled with a carefree and insouciant charm, I found myself ensnared in an irresistible magnetic pull, a force from which I am yet to break free. Her scent alone has my head spinning. I simply cannot be any more clear, I have never encountered a woman like her in all of my years. Brick, my lupine comrade, forgive my directness, but I must inquire: Is she a romantic interest of yours? Your fated mate, perhaps?

Brick: ... I don't know yet, dude. I haven't tested things out with her to get that "special feeling" everyone keeps talking about. Wolfegang: I would hate to step on your toes, friend, but I would be forever grateful to you, if you could introduce me to this enigmatic soul. Brick: [Laughter] Bro what? Why you so worried about stepping on my toes? I wore my work boots. But yeah dude, I can introduce you. You always this weird when you make a new friend?

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #Red Wolf Fury #RWFseason2 #Moonwood Mill #Brick Darling #Lou Howl #Selene Lópes #Caterpillar Darling #Skye Darling #Janie Books #Wolfegang Wilde

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cyberjello · 1 month

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An Analysis of Alex Hill

Aka: "In Which Cyberjello Spends Too Many Words Projecting Onto One of His Favourite Characters"

If you're here from the SRS discord server, Hi! I noticed something neat about Alex, and because I either have nothing to say or way too much, I wrote this whole… thing about it. Enjoy!

On the other hand, if it's the future and you stumbled upon this post by chance and are still here because you like reading character analyses even when you know nothing about the character (like me), this is about Alex Hill. He's a main character from a webtoon called The Last Dimension, which you can read here (and should because it's great)! This pile of words contains some spoilers for the first and second seasons. Enjoy!

Alex is a pretty interesting character. Sometimes he's a massive jerk, and sometimes he feels really bad about having been a massive jerk. But 90% of the time he's a pretty chill dude (if a little insensitive) who doesn't seem to care about any particular issue. I've pointed out an example of this before; how in the span of a couple days he switched from harassing Phillip about not being normal, to telling him in no uncertain terms that his otherness didn't matter. At first I was a little mystified. It seemed weird for him to change his stance like that so quickly, yet at the same time it didn't feel out of character for him. So I thought about it a bit more, and then I had an epiphany.

Alex differs from the others in how he thinks. He doesn't worry about what could happen in the near future, like Fai does. He doesn't dwell on the implications behind pieces of information, like Phillip does. He's impulsive, quick to say whatever pops into his head, and rarely stops to consider the long-term consequences of his actions.

And gee, as a young fellow with ADHD who's only been medicated for less than ten years, that all sounds awfully familiar. And rereading TLD with that connection in mind has been quite interesting.

See, ADHD—or at least my particular flavour of it—does some interesting things with one's sense of importance. Past, present, and future are tossed aside in favour of a much simpler system: "Now" and "Not Now". Things that happen during "Not Now" are rarely factored into decisions made during "Now". Desires, ideas, and thoughts that happen "Now" are almost always a higher priority and given more immediate attention.

The most visible manifestation of this is impulsiveness: the moment at which you have an idea, something you could say or do, is Now. Anything else—be it a task you were just in the middle of doing, a favour somebody asked of you an hour ago that you should really get started on, or the possible future consequences of executing this idea—those are all Not Now, and therefore not important, in the unlikely event that they even come to mind. And you can definitely see that impulsiveness in Alex whenever he says something he really, really shouldn't.

But impulsiveness isn't the only thing that the Now/Not Now dichotomy is responsible for. One of the clearest places I've also noticed it is in how he treats Phillip. Remember how he switches from jerk to friendly almost on a dime? Yeah, he actually does that a lot in season 1, doesn't he? In fact, I've gone and taken SIXTEEN FRICKING SCREENSHOTS BETWEEN EPISODES 2-15 AND I'M GOING TO GO THROUGH AND TALK ABOUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS BECAUSE I'M INSANE!!!

To start off though, I'm going to say what should be obvious to anyone who's read TLD: Alex isn't a mean person at heart. He cares a lot about those around him, including Phillip.

Anyway, in Episode 2 he acts like an absolute jerk to Phillip:

Clearly not the best of friends, are they? Well, you could have fooled me, because 15 minutes later, Alex is cheering him on and then looking out for him as he bluntly tells Phillip to "shift into [his] normal self".

And he proves to be a pretty good person after this. He's genuinely worried about Fai when she nearly drowns, and he's pretty friendly, if a bit cranky. But eventually it becomes clear how bad their situation is and all of a sudden—

—he's back to being a jerk.

But then Fai calls him out on it, and the effect is immediate.

He feels bad. He knows what he just did wasn't right. BUT THEN FIVE MINUTES LATER HE DOES IT AGAIN

Twice more this happens, where Alex is acting pretty friendly but then says something stupid, Fai tells him off, and he clearly feels bad immediately after—

—and then he acts like it never happened and he's genuinely friendly and nice again.

In fact, after that first day on Imash, he never says anything mean-spirited to or about Phillip again. Insensitive, sure, but not outright mean.

This isn't just Alex changing his opinion over the course of a couple days. This little flip-flop he does is a whole pattern that I'm going to go ahead and examine a little closer.

To start, let's compare the first two scenes I mentioned. In their room the Institute, Alex is frustrated that he has to share a room with Phillip. There's a good reason for him to not be upset; he does care about Phillip, and sharing a room with him would really help Phillip stay hidden. But Phillip's predicament—and more to the point, the effect it has on him that Alex perceives—currently rests in the far-off land of Not Now. Meanwhile in the land of Now, Alex doesn't get to be in a room with his other friends. Phillip's visible otherness is a painful reminder of the perceived betrayal from when he revealed his true form. To top it off, there's the background noise of Alex's frequent use as a guinea pig. There's a lot going on, and only one target to lash out at.

15 minutes later during the fall to Imash, all those things have entered Not Now. On the other hand, "I'm no longer falling to my doom thanks to Phillip" and "Fai and Anne are coming and are about to see Phillip" become Now. Looking out for Phillip is the Now Problem, sharing a room with him is a Not Now Problem.

But that's fairly normal, isn't it? Of course Alex is going to be nice to the person who just saved his life. Let's continue.

After they swim the shore, Alex is actually relatively friendly with Fai, in contrast to the name-calling and snarkery he used with her and Susi back at the Institute. Because Now, Fai isn't someone annoying trying to get in his way, she's just someone stuck here along with him.

Speaking of which, he doesn't seem all too concerned about what just happened. Annoyed, maybe, but not worried. After all, nothing bad is happening Now. But then Anne finds a tablet with an alien language on it, and the fact that they're not in Kansas anymore suddenly becomes a very big, very obvious Now Problem. Alex finally feels the true gravity of the situation, and lashes out at Phillip. (This provides a decent example of that impulsiveness again, where Alex's brain makes a connection and he acts on it Now.) Which brings me to my next observation, which is that Fai, by intervening, basically gives Alex the opportunity to realize when he's in the wrong.

Now, this part brings back a lot of memories from before I started taking medication for my ADHD. I used to tease my sister relentlessly. As Paranatural's Ed Burger puts it:

As I myself can testify, that bit about the reactions is the key here, ESPECIALLY when one has ADHD and that immediate reaction, the thing that happens Now, is practically the only thing that matters here. When I used to mess with my sister, I hated making her sad and felt awful wherever that happened. But angry? When she got angry and chased me around the house I thought was hilarious. It was that brief but very much Now moment of entertainment that motivated me. However, we've seen that Phillip doesn't give much of a reaction when bullied. He freezes up and then afterward, he disappears somewhere for half an hour to cry where no-one will see it:

And I believe that LACK of an immediate reaction is just as important. Alex has a lot of crap in his life to move him to take it out on Phillip. He doesn't need a reaction to do it, but the absence thereof means he never immediately sees how much Phillip suffers because of it. It never becomes apparent Now, when he's able to notice. But then along comes Fai, who does react when he says something hurtful about somebody else. And it's her reaction that makes him stop and become able to realize that what he was doing. He genuinely feels bad because as I said earlier, he doesn't want to be mean, he's just never able to notice when he is.

There's one other things I want to point out about the Now/Not Now thing. When you have something that could happen or will happen in the future, something that could affect you in some way, it doesn't really seem real. It's not immediately affecting you, it's Not Now, so there's no need to worry. And I see this in Alex a LOT.

These are his thoughts about seeing a giant energy beam appear in the distance: "I'm tired; it's not a Now Problem, I don't feel like thinking about it right now." The reason I find this familiar is because it's exactly what my brain would tell me whenever I sat down to do homework with a far-off deadline. And later, when Alex and Fai tell Phillip about Fai's bad vision about him, he very clearly isn't thinking about the contents of the vision itself; they're not happening Now, after all. He doesn't seem even a little worried about it, unlike Fai.

Now, I'm not going to outright say "Alex might canonically have ADHD" because I'm not a brain biologist who knows how to look for this stuff, nor do I know if this was intentional. (I'm also never been one to form headcanons, I typically stare at canon and go, "yup, that's pretty cool!") But I will say that I have ADHD, and I see a lot of myself in Alex, which is pretty neat.

#the last dimension #my paragraphs #adhd #Alex Hill

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itsnothingofinterest · 6 months

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You know I'm seeing some people try and say Tomura is becoming like Kotaro after those panels last chapter and now again in 417, like he's become the very thing he hates, and...I'm sorry, but that's some bullshit. They may both be 'bad men' but they are distinct in their personal badness as Overhaul and Redestro, maybe moreso actually.

And the claims towards what their similarities are just seem almost silly to me.

'They're both spreading misery' well sure in a really vague way that could also apply to All Might, Deku, and literally every hero and villain in this series and a lot of the rest of the cast, I guess that's a similarity they share. But I personally feel comparing authoritative domestic abuse and anarchistic super-villainy is a bit of a stretch; it’s why we always considered AFO and Overhaul to be distinct from (and usually worse than) the League proper.

'Tomura's getting Tenko hurt just like Korato by not letting Deku save him' …No? This is a memory guys; Tenko was hurt by Kotaro. It looks to me like Tomura simply doesn't want Deku interfering with his mind (or maybe even attacking his innermost self, as the vestiges have suggested a few times now) but that might just be my read. Because like; Deku came here to figure out his past, here it is being shown to him. Something I find pretty fitting; this whole time Deku's been acting like he's gotta fight so hard to figure out his deal but Tomura's never been shy about sharing his motivations. What more could Deku want seeing this, and is that 'more' not inevitably overstepping and an attempt to alter Tomura's mind? It's not like Tomura has reason to trust this hero's good intentions, so I think it only makes sense for him to let Deku look but not touch. But yeah, If these images are upsetting to see happen; well Deku went digging for them for exactly that reason.

I mean I have even seen it suggested that Tomura is to blame for putting inner Tenko through like this because he's playing his suffering on loop in his mind and...weird Tenko vs Tomura framing aside...what proof is there that a) this is happening all the time in his head rather than this memory replaying because Deku dug for it, and b) if it is on loop; that it is unique for that? Do we have solid reason to believe Deku's memory of being told he can't be a hero isn't on loop in his own heart as well? Maybe every memory is on loop, or maybe this and every other memory is only replayed when it’s remembered; either way we’ve to proof this memory is unique for any of this. It's just such a weird argument I've seen made to suggest Tomura is uniquely wrong for being motivated by his past. In a series that can feel like it loves flashbacks almost as much as Naruto.

Anyway my point is; just because Tomura's a villain who isn't playing ball with Deku's attempts at messing with his core, that doesn't make him his father the domestic abuser. Tenko & Kotaro kind of have their dislike of heroes for their irresponsibility in common (Tomura even famously borrowed his dad's line on that) but that's pretty much it I think, and even then Tomura's hate is broader. I know the typical trope is for the well-intentioned-extremist-type villains to become the very thing they hate; but I just can't see much of that here.

#bnha #bnha 416 #bnha 417 #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #paranormal liberation front #PLF #league of villains #lov #kotaro shimura #midoriya izuku #all for one #all might

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sunnyfucks · 2 years

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“how far can you go with a friend?”

pairings: virgin bsf!sunoo x virgin fem!reader.

cw: reader calls sunoo “sunny/sun”, first time & impulsive seggs so no using of protection (wrap it before you tap it yall), handjob & oral sex (m. receiving), sunoo calls reader “noona” (noona = what korean males calls an opposite gender who’s older than them), sunoo being kind of a sub and reader being kind of a tease. sunoo also is a needy pretty boy <3

author’s note: this is a smut with an additional surprise (sunoo!moans) link will be provided at the end. enjoy <3 minors please scroll.

“sun, how far can you go with a friend?” you asked as you let your fingers travel around the hem of your shirt. sunoo is now fixing some things on your “skin care area” which he himself picked out, and you swore you felt nothing but your heartbeat the moment you felt sunoo stopped with whats he’s doing.

“huh? why’d you ask?” he asked, confused. you gulped, but then you let out a long relief sigh when you heard him mumbling things about the skin care products he bought, a sign that he’s not sensing anything weird with what you’ve asked him. “i.. i just wanna know? is that weird?” you acted normal, you don’t want to ruin this and scare him away anyways.

“hmm...” sunoo stopped fixing your skin cares and proceeded to sit on your bed, facing you who’s sitting on a mini sofa near your bedroom’s window. “with a friend? well, its different for both genders,” he said, thinking very hard. “for a guy, i can absolutely do anything. aside from kissing them on the lips or anything sexual!” he answered truthfully, you stayed silent as you listen to him. “with a girl..” he hissed, “well maybe i can.. kiss them on the cheek? you know when you greet someone.. i guess i can go up to that but nothing else.”

sunoo looked at you directly the moment he finished talking. he is wondering why the heck are you asking such question, but you only nodded and sunoo raised his eyebrows, “why? is something wrong?” he observes. you only chuckled and is about to brush away the topic, but sunoo’s fast enough to scoot over to your side and hold both your hand.

“what’s wrong, noona?” he said looking directly in your eyes and you almost jumped to your seat the moment your eyes met. its around 5:30pm, the sun is setting outside your window and its shining directly at him. he looks ethereal. “noona?” he called out, slightly squeezing your hand to get your attention. well, he surely did. “a- ah? oh yeah, what was it?” at this point you are only mumbling things. too afraid to let it out, too afraid to look into his eyes because of the butterflies you can feel all over your stomach. “oh my god..” sunoo muttered, letting one of your hand go and placing it in between his half-opened mouth. “don’t tell me you got friendzoned.. that’s why you’re asking because he did it to you- oh my god, noona.. im so sorry,” as he felt sorry for you, you could only raise your brow and scoff in annoyance. how can this boy be so oblivious at times? you’ve been bestfriends for 6 years, how come he never felt it?

“can i kiss you?” and now he’s the one left speechless.

“h-huh? what do you.. i mean, huh? what are you saying” he jokingly slapped your arm as he drew a space in between you two. “i said, can i kiss you?” you repeated, and this time, you’re the one looking directly in his eyes. all the pent up frustrations because you can’t confess your damn feelings now helping you to be confident enough to take the initiative. and for sunoo, oh boy was left speechless that he didn’t have the chance to look away. “why? didn’t you said you can kiss a friend?” you raised a brow and he scratched his neck. “well, i did say that, but i said only on the cheek. how can i ever kiss your lip-” you cutted him off. “i never said to kiss me on my lips..”

“right..” sunoo was left dumbfounded with what just happened. he can’t think straight, everything happened too fast. earlier he was just standing near your vanity mirror fixing your skincares, and now he’s here, can’t even think nor sit straight. sunoo’s good with eye contacts, even he himself is proud of that, but since you’re here infront of him with the sun hitting your beautiful and mesmerizing eyes, well.. he can’t blame himself if he thought you’re asking for a kiss on the lips because hell, he knows better than anyone how much he have imagined of that before. not that he would admit that.

“so, what’s your answer?” you asked and sunoo looked at you with an evident red tint on his cute bread cheeks. “y- you want to kiss my cheeks?” he asked and you nodded. he huffed, this is too much for him to handle.. sunoo also started to wonder why it suddenly felt hot when your aircon’s blasting on. “well, o- okay.” he shyly answered. “that is, if you tell me why you’re doing this. you know, we’ve been friends for so long and this is the first time you thought of doing something like this. so if you’re going to use me for something, you better tell me so that i can prepare myself-” for the second time, you cutted him off. well, one thing about sunoo is that he won’t shut up once he feels pressured, thrilled and nervous. “sorry, i had to shut your mouth up.” you whispered, dangerously too close to his face that he can smell your minty breath. you have just kissed him on the cheek, so why is he feeling so hot all over his body?

you scooted closer over him while gently placing your hand on his face, “can i do it again?” you asked. “i think i can also just kiss a friend’s cheek and nothing more. so, can i do it again? i just want to check something.” you reasoned. you felt it was selfish of you to lie and hide the fact that ever since he came inside your room, the only thing on your mind was to get it all down with him, but you brushed that thought off. regardless if you’re being selfish or not, this can also help you and him in any ways regarding your relationship.

“if you just want to check something, why not check it using my lips?” sunoo breathes out. he doesn’t care about the world as of the moment, he’s malfunctioning. he can’t think of anything but how your lips would feel like on his. you could only part your mouth in shock as you never thought he’d be this bold, and right where he looks the most beautiful. “do you want me to?” you asked back, brushing all the shyness away and you could feel the same energy radiating with sunoo.

and as the sun hits the two of you, sunoo placed his lips on yours. lightly, sweetly, slowly. both of you never had experience on kissing someone, hence the reason why you’re kissing slowly.. but that slow kiss all dissappeared when sunoo placed his hand at the back of your head, attempting to make the kiss more deeper.

“noona..” he whined as he broke the kiss. both of you stared at each other’s eyes as you pant heavily. “have you figured it out yet?” he asked and you nodded. you were about to tell him, to finally confess, you felt it was the right time, but sunoo whined and he.. pouted. “you see, i have to figure things out too. so, im sorry noona but i think i’ll have to kiss you again” he said and smashed his lips on yours. not that you mind, but it was unexpected.

as the kiss grew more and more feverish, sunoo found his hand pushing you down the sofa. he’s feeling so good and he never want this moment to end. he’s inlove with you, and with the way you’re kissing him back, with this intimacy you’re having, he knows you likes him back.

moans and whines started coming out from both you and sunoo, and you can say, it just made everything more hotter. “ah.. noona, noona” he said, whining as he broke the kiss to catch his breath. you’re now laid on your back, with sunoo being on top of you and both his arms at the either side of you. “sunoo..” you placed your hand over his arms and he felt so hot. its like his skin has its own burner and its currently burning.

being the caring person that you are, you immediately stood up and held sunoo’s neck to check his temperature. “what are you doing?” he said, still panting heavily. “you feel so hot, i had to check if you maybe have a fever but you dont?” you asked confused and sunoo whined once again. “im aroused, noona..” he confessed, and you felt your cheeks burn as you realized what just happened. sunoo sat down as he brushed his hair back using his fingers, “sunny, uh.. d- do you want to take this further?” right.. that’s what you asked.

“just hold here, and slide it. then pump it as hard as you can,” sunoo instructed as he teaches you how to give him a handjob. you’ve now transferred to your bed, with sunoo sitting on it and you on the floor, sitting infront of him with your eyes levels to his thing. “are you sure this won’t hurt you? im holding it pretty tight already” you said, well aware of your nervousness. you don’t know what you’re doing but you want to make him feel good since.. “its our first time, you know? i want to make this as good as possible no matter what,” you sighed. sunoo giggled and gave you an okay sign, “it doesn’t hurt. you may think you’re already holding it tight but you should know i hold it tighter than that.” safe to say that you choked.

“is this good?” you worriedly asked and sunoo could only lay his back to your bed. his fingers roaming all over his tummy and his thighs evidently shaking. “more, please” he begged and you pumped it faster. “please, hold it tighter” you smiled.

you could only thank the heavens that you live alone, because the whines and moans sunoo’s letting out is louder than anyone. “f- ah.. what the fuck, faster please.. noona, please” by now, he’s a shaking mess and hell.. you’re living for it. “do you want to cum?” you asked. you don’t know how boys reach their end, but watching sunoo’s expressions, having to hear his loud whimpers, and his shaking legs.. you knew he’s close.

“y- yes.. yes, oh my god, yes” he moans. you pumped your hand faster as sunoo’s moans grew more louder than ever, and sunoo felt a different kind of pleasure the moment he felt your tongue touch the tip of his dick. “noona, you can- you can’t just- oh my go-!” you don’t know if you’re doing everything right, you’ve never gave a blowjob ever in your life. ofcourse you had searched this up before out of curiousity, but you never knew how it would go in real life. “p-please, please don’t stop” sunoo said in between his moans, you could only bob your head as you let him straddle your hair.

“i- im.. im very close,” he huffed. and with your last bob, sunoo squirms with his dick burried deep inside your mouth, shooting his load off. it startled you, but it somehow felt good when you realized you have just made the love of your life feel good.

you stood up and went near your closet to grab some towel for sunoo to use and clean up. you felt satisfied, and wasn’t thinking of anything but cuddling him and telling him how much you like him ever since. but sunoo looks like he still has it on him... “what are you doing, noona?” he asked as he watches you clean him up. “what do you think im doing? now stand up and wash up, we have things we have to talk about” you seriously said, not noticing the way sunoo’s expressions are changing.

“you- noona, you don’t want to take this further?” he asked and you stopped on your tracks. you gulped as you let out a smile, “i- im actually very nervous, sunny. i don’t know how to start doing it” you confessed and sunoo gave you a slight pat on the head. “come here?” he said, opening his arms wide as you climb on top of your bed.

sunoo immediately held you in his arms the moment you reached him, “its okay if you’re not ready to do it yet. we can take things very slow, you’re the boss here.” you both chuckled and sunoo gave you a slight peck. “this might sound funny saying right after doing it, but i like you, noona.. i really do.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as you heard him confess. well, looks like you won’t be on an unrequited love with your bestfriend tropes.

“sunny,” you called out and he hummed, looking straight in your eyes. “i like you so much” right after confessing, you pulled sunoo to kiss. giggles escaped sunoo’s lips as his tongue worked wonders inside your mouth, it felt incredible... and hot.

the supposed to be an only sweet kiss once again escalated and sunoo, who just blew a load off, felt his dick hard once again. “what do you think about doing it now?” you asked sunoo and he shaked his head. “don’t think impulsively, if you’re not ready, no, we’re not doing it.” he said and placed his lips back on yours. he found it funny how his words isn’t aligning with his body.

as the kiss grew hotter again, you found your fingers tangled on sunoo’s hair. you tugged at it softly, earning a moan from sunoo and you felt everything shut down. you can’t think of anything but wanting to take his first and him taking yours. “sunny, can we do it please? i want to do it” you begged and he looked at you lovingly. “we can do it next time, noona. i never thought we’d end up doing such things as to why i never bought a protection, im sorr-”

“then don’t use one” you boldly offer. sunoo on the other hand, felt all his blood rush all through his head. “you know, as long as you don’t cum inside-” you were cutted off with a kiss as sunoo hovers on top of you. “please, don’t explain further. im already having a hard time just with the thought of me being inside you,” he said, lowly and almost in a whispering manner. it sure sent shivers down your spine.

“what do you want me to do, noona?” he broke the kiss and asked. you then thought of what you want him to do, and you decided by pulling your shirt and bra up. “noona i-” sunoo looked away as you’re now half naked right infront of his eyes. sure, he’s seen lewd medias but he never thought you’d give this much of an impact to him. “can you play with my breast while you try to put it in?” you offered and sunoo’s the happiest to agree.

“im rubbing it, i hope that’s okay with you” he said as his one hand is currently fondling your right breast. you can’t help but arch your back. he’s not yet inside, but it already feels so good. “noona, if it hurts and you think you can’t bear it, lets not force it okay? having sex can wait, its okay if we won’t be able to do it now” he assures you and you only responded with a broken moan.

“its okay, please do me a favor and fuck me already” you breathes out. sunoo nodded and scooted down to reach your lips, “are you sure you’re going to be okay? is this really okay with you?” he ask one last time before he finally start doing something that may never be undone. “yes, please, fuck me..” you begged and he nodded. “okay..”

“plea- oh my god, please take it slow” you found your hand flying over to your mouth as you try to distract yourself from the pain coming from your core. sunoo’s not talking and is only concentrating to how he should put it in without hurting you so bad, but looks like whatever he’ll be doing, the pain will really be on its way. “does it hurt that much, noona?” he ask, very worried. you frantically nodded, “oh my fucking god i never knew it could hurt this much” you said, and moans started erupting one by one from your mouth. as the tip of sunoo’s cock reach farther inside you, you can do nothing but whine in pain. it felt like you’re being stretched out by something that is really hard, it feels good but it also feels so fucking horrible.

both you and sunoo then breathed waiting for the final push, and when he’s finally done, sunoo flopped on top of you. “its so tight..” he whimpers. “please, tell me if it hurts, i won’t move” sunoo kept his word, he didn’t move one bit and is only waiting for your go signal. how cute.

“i think it feels better than earlier, please try to move” you blurted out and sunoo nodded. he used his forearms for balance and started thrusting slow. “i- it feels so tight.. but somehow it feels too good that i can’t even stop”

moans, moans, and moans. there was nothing that enveloped your room other than moans from you and sunoo. as sunoo kept thrusting, you can feel the being stretched feeling subsiding. “sunny, can you move faster?”

“faster? okay noona, faster..”

continuation: listen here !! DO NOT WATCH WITHOUT EARPHONES/HEADPHONES !!

ps. the subs are real, and im sorry that its delayed. twitter delays videos when uploaded. thank you and enjoy <3 PLEASE DO NOT WATCH IT WITHOUT USING AN EARPHONES/HEADPHONES.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Swap Meat

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"Dean and Sammy Winchester. And (y/n) (l/n)." Donna greets us after we pulled up to her white two-story house. Her and her teenage daughter, Katie, lead us into the sitting room and they sit on one sofa, next to a coffee table, and me and the boys sit on the other side of the table in another sofa.

Donna sets the plate of cookies on the table which also held a pitcher of lemonade. I take a cookie as she looks us over. "So, how long has it been?" she asked us. "The summer before 6th grade." Sam said. "Mmm, I remember. You two assigned yourselves your own reading list." Donna said as she pointed at me and Sam. "That’s right. I forgot about that." Dean chuckles then I look over at Katie.

"Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had." I said to her, honestly. "Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their Dads' used to pass through town and leave these three with me while they went off to...work. One time, they were gone for two weeks." Donna explains to Katie.

"Two weeks?" Katie asked, confused. "Mm-hmm. Oh, they'd always come limping back. John loved you boys and (f/n) loved you, (y/n)." Donna explained. "Did you know what they did all that time?" Katie asked her. "Little Sammy kept trying to tell me. Of course, I didn't believe him. Not at first, anyway." Donna said.

"Katie, our dads', um, happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts. And now, so are we." Sam said to Katie. "That's why I called them, sweetie. They can help us." Donna tells Katie as Donna's husband comes into the room, carrying suitcases.

"Sounds like you guys got yourself a poltergeist." Dean said. "Started a month or two after we moved in." the man said. "Yeah, first it was, uh, just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls. And then it started breaking things." Donna said. "And then it attacked Katie?" I asked her. "That was two nights ago." Donna's husband replied and Donna turns to Katie.

"Can you show them, honey?" she asked and Katie stands up and lifts her shirt, revealing words cut into her skin. “Murdered Chylde.” Sam reads. "Katie, everything's gonna be fine. I promise. Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation, and, uh, we'll take care of it." Dean assures them and Donna sighs. "Thank you." she said, appreciatively.

Later, we stop at a fast-food restaurant to get some food. Sam was sitting at a table while Dean and I wait at the counter for our order. Then a young teen boy, with dark hair and short and skinny, comes up with a tray of our food. "Uh, bacon burger turbo, large chilli-cheese fry, uh, a chicken sandwich, large fries, uh, and a Health Quake Salad shake?" The kid said and he looks up at us, confused by that last order.

"We know. We know. It's, uh…" Dean said then he clears his throat. "...it's not ours." Dean said and we accept the tray and take it over to the table. After getting our respective food, Dean and I sit opposite Sam as he adds dressing to his salad shake and shakes it, very thoroughly.

"Oh, you shake it up, baby. You know that's what momma likes." I teased and Sam gives me a look while Dean chuckles. "Sometimes, I wonder about you." Sam said to me. "You shouldn't, I'm around you two twenty-four seven." I said and Sam scoffs.

"You know, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?" Dean asked and I turn my head to him. "Don't tell me you've still got the hots for our babysitter." I said to him, questioning. "What? No. That's weird." Dean said before he chuckles. "Dean, I know how you are." I said and he clears his throat. "No, I'm just saying that she, you know, she – she's – she's doing good. You know, with her husband, her kid. This whole Amityville thing being thrown at them, and they're hanging tough." he said and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah." Sam mutters. "You ever think that you'd want something like that? Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?" Dean asked him and Sam shakes his head. "What? You don't think about coming home from a long hard day at work and see a few kids running up to you? And then this sweet, loving woman comes up to you and gives you a welcome home kiss?" I asked him. "No, not really my thing anymore." Sam said and I frown. "Yeah." Dean said and I look down.

"What about you two? Have you guys thought about that life?" Sam asked us, which made me and Dean freeze and my face feels like it's on fire.

"Uh...well...uh"

"You see..."

Then Sam chuckles at mine and Dean's stutter. "So, you guys have thought about it?" Sam asked us and Dean and I share a look before Dean turns to his brother. "Uh...no comment." He said and Sam scoffs out a laugh. "Whatever." He mumbles and I clear my throat, the heat on my face fading.

"Anyway, what do you got?" I asked Sam, changing subject. "Uh, well, that house of theirs, it's old – really old. Um, hundreds of years. And I found a legend. It’s unconfirmed, but still." Sam said. "Saying?" Dean asked. "Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." Sam said and he turns his laptop to show us a site titled Witchcraft.

"Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft – a woman named Maggie Briggs." Sam explains. "Okay, so an angry ghost witch?" I asked. "If it's true. That still doesn't explain what Murdered Chylde means." Sam replied. "No, or where the bitch is buried." said Dean. "You know, I mean, it's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records." Sam said. "It's worth a shot." Dean said, shrugging, as I nod.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam is walking down the street and was talking on the phone. "So, any luck?" (y/n)'s voice asked him. "Bupkis. Can't even find proof a woman named Maggie Briggs existed, much less where she was planted." Sam replied. "All right. Well, we've got a minute to breathe here, so, uh, let's pick it up first thing." (y/n) said. "Yeah, you bet. See you two in a few." Sam said and he hangs up.

He continues walking and makes it to the park. But at one point, he hears a noise and stops. Then a dart hits Sam in the neck. "Aah! What..." Sam grumbles but then he falls to the ground.

Sometime later, Sam wakes up and looks down at his clothes, which wasn't clothes he recognized. It looked like it was a uniform to a fast-food restaurant. He places a hand on his neck but didn't feel anything.

Later, he was walking down the street when a police car comes up behind him. "Yeah, this is Collins out on Route 30. I think we got him." the officer said into his radio the he rolls down the window and calls out to Sam.

"Mr. Frankel? Mr. Gary Frankel?" The officer calls out and Sam looks over at him. "Who?" he asked, confused. "Your family's worried sick about you, son." the officer said to Sam. "My – my family? My brother called you?" Sam asked him. "Come on, get in before you freeze solid." the officer tells him and Sam gets in the police car.

The police car pulls into the driveway of a blue two-storey house then the officer gets out and opens the door for Sam. "Thanks, uh, but, uh, w-where are we?" Sam asked him, still confused. "You're home, son." the officer tells him and Sam shakes his head. "N-no, officer, I-I'm not staying here." he stated.

Then two older people, obviously Mr and Mrs Frankel, run out of the house. "Gary! Oh, my God! Gary! Oh, God! Gary!" the woman cries as she hugs Sam. "Oh, hey! Hey! Hey!" Sam stammers.

"Are you all right?" The woman asked him. "Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Um, w-what's going on here?" Sam asked her. "What do you mean?" the woman asked him, worried. "Lady, who are you?" Sam asked.

"Young man, are you drunk?" the man asked, sternly. "And who are you?" Sam asked. "Gary, are you drunk? Answer your father." the woman asked, panicked. "My father? Look…" Sam started to say but then he was able to see his reflection in the police car window. It wasn't him, it was of a young teen with dark hair.

"Who is that?! Who the hell is that?!" Sam asked, panicked, ashe points at his reflection. "He's out of his gourd. Young man, I'm very surprised at you." the father said and Sam scoffs. "Yeah. Tell me about it."

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Has he contacted you back?" Dean asked me, worried, as we make our way to our motel door. "For the hundredth time, Dean, I have called and texted him and he hasn't responded." I said, exasperated, and Dean looked annoyed. "Look, I know you're upset. We'll find him." I assured him and we opened the door to find Sam standing by the mirror of the motel room.

"See! There he is!" I said and Dean rolls his eyes and turns to Sam. "Sam. Where the hell you been, man? We've been trying to call you for hours." Dean said to him as Sam turns to us. "I picked up some food. Bacon burger turbo, large chilli-cheese fry, and chicken sandwich with fries, right?" Sam said as he holds up the bag of food.

"Sorry, man. Really. I-I just – I lost track of time. I didn't mean to freak you out." he said. "Thanks. Don't know why it took you two hours, but thanks." Dean said as he takes the bag. "Oh, you guys are gonna want to eat that on the road." Gary said as we get our food.

"Why?" I asked Sam. "The maid came in, saw that..." Sam said as he points out to all of the weapons laid out for cleaning. "...and now they're all kind of freaking out." Sam said. "Why'd you let the maid in?" Dean asked him, annoyed. "It just happened." Sam replied and I narrow my eyes at this. "Whatever. I got to hit the head, and then we'll take off." Dean said as he heads to the bathroom. "All right. I-I’ll be outside" Sam said while I walk up to the weapons.

"I guess I'll clean this up." I grumble and I start to gather up the weapons and pack them up.

After all that mess, Dean and I walk over to the Impala and I see Sam sitting in the passenger seat. I roll my eyes a bit at this and head to the backseat while Dean walks up and opens the driver’s door.

"Hey. You ready?" Dean asked Sam. "Absolutely." Sam said and Dean gets in. "Hey, can I drive?" Sam asked him and look at Sam, as does Dean. Moments later, he and Sam switch seats and Sam starts the engine. "Oh, this is so sweet!" he said, excitedly, as he revs the engine. "You want to get the lead out, Andretti? Come on." Dean said and I notice Sam putting the car into gear.

"Reverse. Reverse!" I yell as the tires squeal and the Impala shoots backwards and hits the dumpster, full trash bags fall onto the trunk. My body jerks at this as Dean turns to Sam. "It's in reverse." Dean growls at Sam then he looks over at me. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked me, concerned, as I rub the back of my neck. "Yeah, nothing's broken. Probably will be sore." I said and Dean nods then he and Sam get out and survey the damage.

"I am really, really sorry." Sam said to Dean. "Shut up." Dean growls as he and Sam get into the car and drive away. The trash bags on the trunk fall to the ground.

"So, uh, where we going, anyway?" Sam asked us, the next day, as we walk down the street to the Impala. "To work. The case?" I said to Sam, as I raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh, right. Yeah – the case. Of course. Where, uh, do you guys want to start?" Sam asked. "Well, since you couldn't find where Maggie Briggs was buried, now we have to do an all-day tombstone roll to see if we can dig her up." Dean said.

"Wait. M-Maggie Briggs? You mean, like – like, the witch Maggie Briggs?" Sam asked. "Yeah, Sherlock." Dean said, annoyed, as Dean and I stand on one side of the Impala and Sam on the other side. "Yeah, she's in the basement." Sam said.

"Come again? W-what basement?" I asked him. "Isaiah Pickett’s house. Okay, there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is that she was carrying his illegitimate child, and he killed her and then buried her in the basement." Sam said. "The murdered chylde. That would explain the scratches." Dean mutters and I look over at Sam.

"How do you know all this?" I asked him, suspiciously. "Oh, I've done all kinds of research on it." Sam said and Dean and I look at him in surprise. "I mean, you know, last night." Sam stammers. "Yeah. Nice work...I guess." Dean said and we get into the Impala and Dean turns on the radio and Bob Seger's Rock 'n' Roll Never Forgets plays.

"Aw, man, turn it up!" Sam said, excitedly, and I look over at him, so does Dean. "Seriously?" we asked. "Hell yeah!" Sam said, happily, and Dean turns the radio up and Sam bobs his head to the music and sings along. Something's going on... I thought as we drive to this house.

Minutes later, Dean, Sam and I walk downstairs and look around with flashlights. "Boo-yah! Master chief is in the house, bizatches!" Sam said and I look over at him and aim my flashlight at him. "Are you all right?" I asked Sam as he recoils from the light shining in his face. "Yeah. Fine." Sam said and I move the flashlight away from his face.

I hum, suspiciously, at this. Normally, Sam would get annoyed if I did that and he always hates Dean's music nor would he ever ask Dean to drive the Impala unless Dean asked him to. Something was definitely going on....

"Well, I'll be damned. Willow moss." Dean said as he points out the moss on the ground. "Yeah, right. It's, uh, supposed to grow over witches' graves, right?" Sam said, nervously, and Dean and I look at him. Why is he saying it like he's guessing? He should know this. I thought as Dean said. "Yeah."

Dean and I take two shovels out of the bag and start digging up the grave. "Hey, guys, I'm really sorry about this." Sam said and I stop and furrow my brow. "Sorry about what?" I asked as I look up to see Sam suddenly flying backwards and hit the wall. "Sam!" Dean and I shout as we rush to Sam and help him up.

"You okay?" Dean asked and Sam nods. "Let's get the hell out of here!" he shouts and he starts to run but I grab his arm. "Wait, wait, wait. We still got to burn the body, you idiot. Come on." I shouted but then Dean and I go flying into the wall and the ghost appears in front of us.

She starts to rush at us but then she burns up before she could do anything. We look over and see the flames burning in the grave while Sam stands next to the grave, holding a can of lighter fluid. "Dude, that was sweet!" he exclaims, smiling.

Later, we were at a bar, sitting at a table. The three of us had a bottle of beer. A waitress comes and brings us some more drinks. "Here you go, guys." she said to us. "Thanks." I tell her. "You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?" Dean asked her. "Absolutely." the waitress said. "Ooh, that – that sounds good. Ditto." Sam said and the waitress nods then turns to me.

"Anything for you, honey?" She asked me while I eyed Sam. "Uh, no, nothing for me, thank you." I said. "Okay. Be right back with your order." the waitress said and she leaves.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?" I asked Sam, who looks at me in shock and fear. "W-what do you mean?" he asked me. "Bacon cheeseburgers now?" Dean asked. "I don't know. I eat them, don't I? Anyways, we are celebrating." Sam said then he lifts his glass in a toast. "Yeah, I guess. Another one bites the dust." Dean said and he and Sam clink their bottles but I continue to eye Sam. I'm really not buying the excuses Sam was giving us.

"Nice work today." Dean tells him. "You too. I had a, uh, really awesome day, man. Seriously." Sam said before he downs his drink. "Whoo! Sweet." he exclaims. "A really awesome day?" I asked him. "Yeah. Why not?" Sam said, shrugging. "It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That’s – that's awesome to you?" I asked Sam.

"I can't be in a good mood?" Sam asked, defensively. "Yeah, I guess, I just…No, actually. It's not really your style, Sam." I said. "Well, then, it's a new me. I mean, come on. Why shouldn't I be happy? I've got a gun, I'm getting drunk, and..." Sam said then he points his finger at his face. "I look like this." he said then he sighs while I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't know. You ever feel like your whole future is being decided for you?" Sam asked us. "Uh, yeah, Sam, I feel like that a lot." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah, every day." I said. "No matter how much you fight it, you can't stop the plan. The stupid, stupid plan. So, I don't know. I guess it's, uh, it's just nice to do a little ass-kicking for a change, that's all. Uh, you know what? I – I'm drunk." Sam chuckles. "Sorry. Just – just forget it."

"No, no. It's all right. It’s, uh…I'll drink to that." Dean said then they clink glasses and drink while I just eye Sam and drink my drink. "Wow, you know, is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?" Dean asked me and I shrug. "It sure is weird." I said as Sam looks between us.

"We don't do it that often, huh?" He asked and Dean scoffs. "Yeah, you could say that." Dean said. "Well, we should. You're good people." Sam said as he looks between us. "Oh, you are drunk." Dean jokes as the waitress arrives with the burgers.

"Here you go." She said as she sets the plates down. "Mmm. Thank you." Dean tells her. "Enjoy." the waitress said and she leaves once again. "No, but I mean it. You guys really are good people." Sam said to us then he takes a bite of his burger. "Mmm! The bread alone! Mmm!" Sam moans as I eye him, sipping my beer.

Minutes later, Sam gets up and goes over to the bar to get some drinks and I look over at Dean. "That's not Sam." I said, quickly, and Dean looks over at me. "What?" He asked me. "Dean, that's not Sam. I don't know how but...it is not him." I said. "Oh, c'mon, course it's him." Dean said and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Dean, honey, I love you but sometimes you can be a bit dense." I said and he gives me an offended look. "Hey!" He said, offended, and I shrug. "Well, it's the truth. Are you seriously thinking that is your brother?" I asked him as I gesture my head towards Sam at the bar. "After everything he has said and done. I mean, letting the maid in our hotel room, wanting to drive the Impala, excited to listen to your music and now...eating bacon burgers?!" I listed off and we look over to see Sam talking to a pretty woman.

Then both Sam and the woman leave the bar until Sam turns to us. "We're gonna do it!" he said and I turn to Dean with an I told you so look. "You believe me now?" I asked him as he finally looks suspicious.

*3rd Person POV*

Meanwhile, Sam had been dealing with possessing the boy's, Gary, body. He had been looking for clues on how and why this happened. How it happened was that Gary had found a book of witchcraft and used it to switch bodies with him. Sam didn't find out why because he was now captured by Gary’s friends, Trevor and Nora.

He was now sitting on a coffee table with his hands tied behind his back. Trevor is holding a phone while Nora stands nearby with her arms folded.

"Hey! What the hell's going on?!" Sam asked, panicked. "You can scream all you want." Trevor said. "No one can hear you! My parents are out of town!" he shouts, loudly, showing that no one else was around except for them.

Then Trevor turns to his phone as Gary, the one possessing Sam's body, answers his phone. "Gary." he said. "T. What up?" Gary asked him. "Where are you?" Trevor asked him. "Uh, I can't really tell you right now, but, man, you wouldn't believe it." Gary said.

"Well, where's Dean?" Trevor asked him and Sam eyes Trevor at this. "Uh, the Cloverleaf on Route 6. Why?" Gary asked. "You mean you haven't killed him yet?" Trevor asked, annoyed, and Sam panics again. "What? Wait, wait, wait, wait. W-what do you mean? Kill Dean?" Sam asked.

"Building up to it. Plus kinda hard to kill him when that hot chick hangs around him." Gary said. "And you didn't get rid of her, either? Great." Trevor grumbles, annoyed. "Look, Gary, we got problems here. For one, I'm looking at your body right now – with this other dude in it." Trevor said as he turns to look at Sam.

"What?" Gary asked, shocked. "Yeah, he's been in your house. He's hanging out with your parents." Trevor said. "Okay just...calm down. Whatever he says, no one's gonna believe him, right? I mean, w-we're still good." Gary said. "Would you just hurry up and kill the son of a bitch already, would you?" Trevor said, angrily. "Don't rush me. I'll do it." Gary said. "Yeah, you better." Trevor growls then he hangs up.

He paces for a bit, looks over at Sam then at Nora. "I don't think he's gonna do it." he said. "Just relax, this is Gary we're talking about." Nora assures him. "What the hell is going on here? How do you know who Dean is?" Sam asked them. "Everybody knows Dean. He’s Hell’s most wanted." Trevor replied and Sam sighs.

"Oh, no. No. Have you idiots been talking to demons?" He asked them. "Oh, right. We're the idiots." Trevorlaughs, smugly. "You're just kids. You have no idea what you're messing with." Sam tells them. "Well, we know that there's a price on Dean's head, and we're the ones that are gonna collect." Trevor said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked. "About a month ago, we were down here –" Nora begins to explain but Trevor turns to her. "Nora." Trevor growls and Nora turns to him. "We’re not allowed to talk about him?" she asked him then she turns to Sam. "We were down here, goofing around with that book." She said. "Um, I wouldn't exactly call praying to our dark overlord goofing around.” Trevor said.

"Don’t be a loser, Trev." Nora said. "Yeah, Trev." Sam said and Nora turns back to Sam. "Anyway, all of a sudden, the lights flickered and Gary went into this weird trance. He closed his eyes, picked up a pencil, and drew this." She said and she shows Sam a drawing of Dean.

"And you know what's really weird? Gary can't draw." Trevor said. "He said he heard a voice in his head. The demons were putting out a bounty on this guy." Nora explains. "A bounty?" Sam asked. "Yeah, like, every witch or Satanist across the whole country. But Gary – Gary’s the one who spotted you." Nora said.

"And the Freaky Friday crap?" Sam asked. "Another spell from the book. Gary's idea – go in Trojan horse-style. He's really smart." Nora said, smiling. "That is, if he has the beanbags to go through with it." Trevor growls. "Listen to me. You are making a terrible mistake. We're talking about a demon deal – killing somebody. This isn't a game. You're crossing a line you won't come back from. Believe me." Sam warns them and Nora looks at Trevor in alarm.

"What?" Trevor asked her. "Nothing. I-I..." She stammers and Trevor glares at her. "Nora, don't tell me you're actually listening to this jerk." he said as he gestures to Sam. "I don't know. M-maybe. I-I mean, what if he has a point?" Nora asked. "I don't believe this. First Gary, now you. I can't – you know what? Fine. You want something done right..." He said then Nora interrupts him. "What, you're gonna – you're gonna go kill Dean yourself, tough guy?" she asked.

"Don't have to. I can do this." He said and he holds up the witchcraft book open to a page about demon summoning. "N-no, no. Y-you can't be serious." Nora stammers. "I'm calling up one of these bad boys, turning these punks over, and getting paid. Dolla, dolla bills, y'all!" Trevor said, excitedly.

"I-I really don't think that that's a good idea." Nora said, worried, and Sam shakes his head. "It's not. It's a very, very bad idea." Sam said. "No one asked you." Trevor spat at him and he goes back to the book.

Back at the motel, Gary enters the room and looks over at the bed. There was two figures sleeping in the bed, so Gary picks up a gun and aims it at the bed. But before he could do anything, Dean and (y/n) appear behind him and (y/n) kicks the back of his knee and Dean punches him.

"Ow!" Gary exclaims, in pain. "You're not Sam. Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him, angrily, while Gary looks up at the two in fear.

Back at Trevor's house, Trevor was setting up the ingredients for the summoning ritual. "Don't do this. I'm begging you." Sam pleads and Nora looks over at Trevor. "Trevor, I think he's right." she said. "Hey, you want to get into Vassar, don't you?" Trevor asked her and Nora looks down.

"Please! Stop!" Sam shouts while Trevor commences the spell. "You're gonna get us all killed!" Sam yells at him. "Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!" Trevor said but nothing seems to have happened. "Maybe I said it wrong." he said and he turns and sees Nora slumped on the floor.

"Nora?" He asked, worried, as he goes over to her. "No! No, no! Don't touch her!" Sam warns but Trevor doesn't listen. "Nora, you okay?" he asked and Nora looks at him, her eyes black.

"Oh, yeah. I'm peachy." she said and she stands up. "So, what'd you call me here for, Skippy? Unless...it's dinnertime?" she asked Trevor. "What? I-I...n-no. Uh, we have Dean Winchester." Trevor said. "You do? Where?" Nora asked him.

"Trevor, keep your mouth shut." Sam growled at him. "The Cloverleaf Motel over on Route 6." Trevor replied and Nora turns to Sam. "Sam? Is that you in there?" she asked as Sam glares at her then she laughs. "Well, aren't you just 98 pounds of nothing."

"The kid is a moron. He doesn't have any idea where Dean is." Sam said and Nora laughs again. "So, if Sam’s in this body, who's in Sam’s?" Nora asked Trevor. "A dangerous warlock. Named Gary." Trevor said, proudly. "You mean to tell me you've got Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester's meat suit? An empty vessel just waiting to be filled. And you're handing them both over to me?" Nora asked him, impressed. "Uh, y-yeah. I guess." Trevor said.

"Well...I got to hand it to you. I'm impressed." Nora said. "Thanks. Um, so if you don't mind my asking...there's a reward?" Trevor asked. "Sure. My undying gratitude." Nora said and Trevor chuckles, nervously. "What, are you serious?" he asked.

"Be quiet, you idiot!" Sam shouts. "Consider yourself lucky, kid." Nora said and Trevor sighs. "Um, wait a minute! We worked our asses off here, and, uh, I want my reward!" Trevor shouts and Nora stares at him. "Please?" He adds and she chuckles.

"Okay. I'm sorry. You're right. What can I get you?" Nora asked him. "Well, h-how about a million bucks?" Trevor asked and Sam sighs. "Oh, for God's sake, Trevor, just shut up and run!" Sam yells. "A million doesn't buy you much these days. Why not make it 10?" Nora asked him. "Okay, $10 mill. And I want...I want Mindy Schwartz to fall in love with me." Trevor demands.

"Love...money." Nora chuckles. "Sticking to the basics. I can respect that. But here's my counter." she said then she drives her hand into Trevor’s body. Blood runs from his mouth as he drops to the floor and Nora licks blood from her hand.

"Yep. Tastes like moron." She said and she smiles at Sam.

Back at the motel, Dean presses a button on the motel room phone. Gary is tied to a chair and (y/n) stands next to Dean. "You have 38 messages." the voicemail said and it beeps then plays the messages.

"Uh, this is gonna sound crazy – really crazy – but I think, uh, I think I'm in the wrong body."

"Guys, the guy right next to you is not me!"

"Dean, (y/n), check your friggin' voicemails. Damn it."

"All right, pal. Either you start talking or I start water boarding." Dean threatens Gary, who quickly cowers. "Oh, my God. Please, don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" he pleads

"Hey, pull it together, champ." (y/n) tells him. "I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Gary pleads. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked him. "In my – my friend's basement. His parents are out of town." Gary replied and (y/n) furrows her brow.

"Parents? How old are you?" She asked him. "17." Gary replied. "17? Huh." Dean mutters and (y/n) pinches the bridge of her nose. "Are you...?" (Y/n) started to ask but her and Dean, both, go flying backwards and fall to the ground, both of then lying still.

Gary turns and sees Nora. "Nora?" he asked, confused, but then her eyes turn black. "Not at the moment." she said, smiling, then she unties Gary. "Boy, you earned your dessert tonight, kiddo. Tell me – what is it you want? Anything." she said and Gary turns to her, surprised. "Anything?" he asked and she nods. "Lay it on me." she said.

"I want to be a witch. For real. And really powerful." Gary said. "Mm. Good choice. I get it. No daddy, no M.I.T. No plan. You get to be big and strong, and no one can tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You got to meet the boss." Nora said and Gary furrows his brow.

"The boss?" he asked. "You know – your Satanic majesty, or whatever the kids are calling it these days." Nora said. "The devil?" Gary asked, shocked, and Nora nods. "Uh...no. O-okay. Um, it's okay. I...don't really want to bother him." Gary stammers.

"Oh, but he's gonna want to meet you. Relax. It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question, and all you got to do is say yes. And then, you get your reward." Nora said and Dean, now conscious, swings at Nora with a knife. She catches his arm, throws him to the ground and kicks him.

Then Nora was pushed back by a force and slammed up against the wall. Gary looks over to see (y/n) holding her hand out towards Nora, almost like she was holding her up. "Nice little trick, (y/n)." Nora said as (y/n) glares at her and Dean looks over at Gary.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus." Gary said then Nora looks over at him. "What was that?" she asked and Gary looks at her, nervously. "Uh, n-nothing." Gary stammers. "Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas." (y/n) continues the process.

"Omnis incursio infernalis adversii. Omnis congregatio." Dean said then Gary joins in and all three of them chant the exorcism. "Et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire. Te rogamus." they said, in unison.

"Adios, bitch!" Dean growls. "Uh, it’s adinos.” Gary corrected him and black smoke pours out of Nora’s mouth, and she screams as the smoke exits through a vent in the wall.

(Y/n) lowers her hand, slowly, and let Nora down on the ground, gently. Gary looks over at the two and nods, satisfyingly, at them.

*(y/n)'s POV*

After explaining what the hell happened, Gary and Nora take us to their friend's house where they had Sam tied up. Nora was sitting on a bed wrapped in a robe while Dean and I watch Gary, who is sitting opposite Sam with spell ingredients between them.

"Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat." Gary said and he drops powder into the bowl between him and Sam, causing light to flare from it.

When the light dies down, Gary and Sam have changed places. Sam gets up and looks at himself in a mirror. "So, we good?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back." Sam said.

"Yeah. Awesome." Gary said, downtrodden. "So…" Dean said before he clears his throat. "Gary." he said and Gary sighs. "I know – my bad." he said, upset, and I stare at him. "My bad? Kid, my bad ain't gonna cut it. See, if you were of voting age...you'd be dead. Because we would kill you." I tell him and he looks up, surprised.

"So either you straighten up and fly right or we will kill you. Are we clear?" Dean said and Gary nods. "Crystal." He said. "Good." Dean said.

The Impala pulls up outside of Gary’s house and all of us get out. "Crap." Gary grumbles. "Gary, take it from someone who knows – chin up, man. Your life ain't that bad." Sam said and Gary turns to him. "Uh, you met my parents." he said, questioning. "Yeah. So what? It's your life. You don't like their plan for you, tell them to cram it. Rebel a little bit. In a healthy, non-Satanic way, of course. By the way, you know why Nora’s into witchcraft?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean?" Gary asked him. "She doesn't like Satan, you moron. She likes you." Sam said. "Really? You think?" Gary asked, hopeful. "Yeah, I know. I'm telling you, kid – I wish I had your life." Sam said. "You do? Thanks." Gary said, smiling. "Get out of here." Sam tells the kids and they head for the house.

"That was a nice thing to say." I said to Sam. "I totally lied. That kid's life sucked ass." Sam said as the three of us get into the Impala. "All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me – we didn't miss a damn thing." Sam said. "Or we don't know what we're missing." Dean said as he starts the engine and Rock 'n' roll Never Forgets plays loudly.

"Oh, come on, man. Turn it down." Sam said, annoyed, and Dean does so. "Welcome back, Kotter." he grumbles and I shake my head as we head off.

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