#BUT IT SOMEHOW SPIRALED INTO ANGST AND NOW SOMEHOW THEY BREAK UP THRICE

[bythewillows]

HOLY SHIT THE CACTUS/CARETAKER POST WAS YOU?????? OMG THATS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ANALYSES ON HERE YOURE SO BIG BRAINED!!! I REMEMBER REREADING IT A LOT WHEN I FIRST GOT INTO BLLK TUMBLR WOAHHH

And yea I agree, very much agree w everything, you rlly *clenches fists, shakes arms, bangs head* GET IT BRO!!! There's diff flavors of partnerships in blue lock and unfortunately reonagi just had to be the most codependent one (on field) among all of them bc of their circumstances but hopefully now they'll work on their relationship n go into bachisagi territory or even kainess (someone else on here said that kainess was like a more grown version of reonagi? Like ness is good w being kaiser's number 2 but can score his own goals, he just likes supporting kaiser more—ofc, Nagi will prob show his affection differently to grabbing Reo's hair any chance he gets haha) n wake up everyone who calls them toxic rn

We should rlly make another discussion thread abt Reo and his self image worth when it comes to Nagi (bc this post was originally abt them being cute on the new spinoff chapter lmao how'd we get here 😭 the reonagi/reo stan protectiveness effect ig) bc I think that's probably the main reason other than Nagi's overall communication issues that leads people to assuming their relationship is toxic, like the "I'll devote my new playstyle to help Nagi score goals!!! I'll be Nagi's arms and legs!!" panel rlly put the nail in the coffin for even me personally when I reread their reconciliation scene bc of how ass it felt that Reo took all his own growth n just,,,,,gave it all to Nagi for him to use? Making Reo into a commodity? It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth and is the biggest contributor in the "reo's a simp going back to his toxic ex" mentality bc in a way, they're right that Reo is giving up his own individuality to an extent for Nagi and that's not good for them in the long run :(((

OH I ALSO GOT INTO BLLK A MONTH AGO YOOO (can't believe I started for Bachira but hyperfixated on the sad purple boi instead) and was equally starved for content ;;; so I went into the trenches,,,,and I saw a post on Reddit abt how Reo's ego isn't actually to make Nagi the best striker, it's to make anyone the best striker n prove he can be someone who makes people the best + score the best goals (like Sae), but Nagi's the only person he feels emotionally connected to so he devotes himself entirely to him. It was a p interesting theory and I don't remember them bashing either Nagi or Reo, I think the title was "Reo's ego is a lie" or smth if you wanna check it out ^^

I have no idea how to end discussion threads bc there's still so much left to say on these guys but p sure we've strayed far far from crying over Nagi calling Reo his partner (in everything they do) so once again, TYSM FOR THE RANTS THEYRE SO INTERESTING TO READ!!!! It's rlly nice to find someone who shares the same interests and can elaborate on shared opinions I can't put into words hhhhhh you explained everything so well!!!!! See you next week when the next bllk chapter comes out and we find out the fate of our kids :,,)))

Yk usually, stalking reonagi/nagireo twt is bad for my mental health bc everyone either hates Nagi or wants them to break up (again)

BUT NOT TODAY OMGGGG EPISODE NAGI CHAPTER 8 RAWS RELEASED N I ONLY FOUND OUT BC OF THE TWT TRANSLATORS AND!!!! GUYS!!!!!!

Spoilers for Episode: Nagi chapter 8!!!

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BAROU MADE REO FALL AND NAGI CAUGHT HIM!!!!! WITH ONE ARM!!!!!!!!

THE TRANSLATION IS NAGI SAYING "I'm not his slave, I'm reo's partner" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SCREAMING CRYING PUNCHING AIR THIS IS EVERYTHING I NEEDED THANK YOU MANGAKA TY TWT USER @/_mangaotaku 😭😭😭😭

[planetpedri]

for gavi! ^_^ #ANGST oneshot (or 2parter) where reader feels as though he’s going to break up with her and her suspicions are true? lmk.

Hard to sleep — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: You noticed Gavi had been pulling away recently, and for a moment you thought he was going to break up with you. The thought had you spiraling for days and you’d found it hard to sleep, although your best friend said it was all in your head. With the thought weighing you down, you finally gain the courage to just ask. But no matter how much you already knew, your heart shattered the second he confirmed your suspicions.

Word count: 1.02k

Disclaimer/s: Based on “hard to sleep” by gracie abrams so it’s just angst! Part two

A/N: i hope i did this req justice..

Staring across the cedar dining table, your eyes flickered across your boyfriend’s far gone face. He was silently scrolling on his phone, hardly looking away to take a spoonful of the soup you’d made. His favorite soup, cooked to perfection, but you had yet to receive a compliment, or even a comment about it.

Your own bowl had long since became cold, so you knew his was too. He had hardly looked at you the whole evening. He hadn’t even noticed the way your eyes had slowly sunken in.

A few nights ago, you had the horrifying thought that he was going to break up with you. That he didn’t love you anymore and it was weighing on you more and more with every passing night.

With the absence of his arms squeezing you close to his chest every night, you hadn’t been able to sleep properly. You could hardly even eat and get out of bed.

You loved him so deeply, so strongly, the thought of losing him broke you.

And he hadn’t even noticed.

Audrey, your best friend, had tried to assure you that you were just overthinking. That it was all in your head. But you knew. You knew very well what was happening because you’d been through it before.

Your bottom lip had began to quiver and something like resentment filling you. The Pablo Gavira you once knew and loved was so different from the one sitting in front of you now.

“Pablo.” You snap, your chest shakily rising and falling with every breath.

Not looking up from his phone, he nods absentmindedly. “Hm?”

“Could you just fucking look at me?” Your voice lacked the anger you felt seconds ago, now it was simply pleading. Pleading him to look at you with his loving doe eyes, pleading him to reassure you that it was all okay.

But he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes snap to you with an agitated look, like even that small movement was a burden. You were a burden.

It was then you knew, all love was lost.

Swallowing hard, trying to fight the bile rising in your throat, you force out the words you didn’t want a reply to. “Why are you acting like this?”

He blinks. Once, twice, thrice.. “Like what?” He sighs, setting his phone down to face you.

“Like you don’t love me.”

There’s a long, uncomfortable silence that fills the air. You feel like every particle of oxygen had been sucked from the dining room. Hell, you feel like every particle of energy had been vacuum sealed into a plastic bag and thrown into space, away from your reach.

Your name slips past his tongue, and you realize then, he sounded like a stranger. Like someone you’d never met but somehow knew your name. He didn’t sound like your boyfriend. A part of you wished he would stop speaking, to stop your heart from hurting any further.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes. No explanation, just a pathetic ‘sorry.’

“Why?” You choke out, tears brimming your eyes. You don’t want a half assed apology. You want a reason.

Gavi glances to the side, sucking his teeth as he stares out the window of your one bedroom apartment. One you would have to move out of soon. You couldn’t bear to live here if he wasn’t with you.

“With football and traveling, I just can’t keep this up. I care about you, but it’s just too much to balance.” He almost sounded sad. Almost.

Chewing on your lip, you feel every ounce of your compose stripping away. Your shoulders slump, an unamused laugh leaving your lips. “This was never a problem before.”

“It’s takes too much effort, okay? They need me to put in one-hundred percent on the field, and I can’t do that with my mind preoccupied on how i’m going to make it up to you when I miss our date nights. Or how i’m going to tell you I won’t make it to a special event with you. It’s just too much.” His eyes are closed and he’s rubbing a hand over his face, but still, he didn’t even look regretful. Like this was a weight off his shoulders.

Nodding in disbelief, you feel a tear slip past your eyelid and down your cheek. “Why can’t you try? You say you care about me but you can’t even try? I don’t need you to make it to date night, hell i’d give up on those for you. I don’t—“ Your voice cracks and you clamp your mouth shut. “okay.” You finally gave in. Tried to accept that it was over. But the tears in your eyes betrayed it all.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it. I care for you.. but loving you is just.. it’s too much.”

You laugh. You genuinely laugh, tears flowing down your cheeks as you shake your head incredulously. “Holy fuck!” You exclaim, “oh my God! Wow. Okay.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion and it takes him a few moments to realize how his words sounded. He groans, “that’s not what I meant, you know that. I just meant that it’s too much to balance.”

“Oh please don’t double down. I got what you meant.” You stand from the table, leaving your soup there, cold and lifeless. Just like how you felt. “I’ll stay at Audrey’s tonight. Then I’ll move my shit out while you’re at practice this weekend. I don’t need to burden you any further.”

You wait for a reply, but you never get one. He just stares at the cedar table, his face hidden from view. Taking one last look at the apartment that had been home to some of the best memories of your life, it now looks sad and empty. Every inch of life stripped from it.

Gathering a few things, you don’t spare another look at him you as you leave, closing the door behind you. You leave with the knowledge that now, more than ever before, it was going to be hard to sleep anywhere knowing you’ll never feel his embrace again.

(DT) @halfwayhearted ^_^

[sunlightandsuffering]

Prompt : they are both famous and secretly dating.

tbh I don't know what this is or if it makes any sense at all, so sorry anon for butchering ur prompt, but I'm a basic bitch and I like my drake, so like this is gonna be pain bcuz my favourite song on the new album is just pain and I can't stop thinking about a fucked up celebs relationship to it, just ANGST AND PAIN!! 😭😭 but those lyrics hit, can't believe I wrote a song fic ugh circa Tumblr 2015 jfc I'mma write a happier ending to this in another prompt 😂 bc someone else asked for the same thing.

Fucking Fans

I'm still working on me

Eren stands at the Met Gala, holding Mikasa by the waist, giving a cramped smile for photos and keeping her close. People call their names and cameras flash and his beloved blinks, hiding her face into his shoulder as the lights overwhelm her.

He looks down at her lovingly as some jackass reporter yells about a cheating rumour and her pretty face pinches up. Eren is quick to comfort her with his touch, both hands gripping her waist reassuringly as he decides it's time for them to go inside.

"Come on Miki," he kisses her forehead and she nods, accepting. Neither of them wants to think about those rumours, the damage and the pain they bring up is too much and it's all his fault, he knows, but he can't undo it.

The guilt eats at him and she holds his hand tighter, the despair takes him and she cuddles him at night.

They're together now but sometimes Eren wonders just how it happened, how he came back from falling so far. How she took him back when he fucked up so massively.

And I'm coming back better for you

The day he shows up on her door step again is the day of the biggest awards show of the season, the one he knows she's going to kill and probably sweep several categories. Just because she's that amazing. He finds her where he expects, in her apartment, the address Armin gave him, doing her own hair and makeup, humble Mikasa just like always, ironing out her own dress. He shows up in a suit with as many white roses as he can fit into a bouquet and ready to leave if she still hates him, which she has every right to.

But he's been through months of therapy, gave Armin control of his bank account, and check himself into rehab thrice, every time he was even inching closer to relapse.

He's not fixed, but he's better, marginally, and he wants her to know it, know he still loves her at the very least.

She opens the door, beautiful even without makeup, and wearing a white slip and her pretty red mouth parts in shock.

All he can do is hold out his roses as tears leave his eyes at seeing her for the first time in months.

Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness that I took advantage of

It was so easy with Mikasa, she was so devoted to him. So loving and sweet, always there for him.

She'd wait up, let him do what he wanted, never wanting to stifle or control him. Too afraid their tenuous relationship would crack and they'd break up.

A part of him blames her for it, for being so willing to let him do what he wanted. She'd been passive, unsure how to insert herself, had minimal complaints, letting him ruin his life party by party, late night after late night, drugs and alcohol all of it.

But he knows he can never hold her accountable for his own actions, and the day she's finally done with his bullshit is both the best and worst day of his life. She finally says no, and it begins his path to fixing himself. Because hitting rock bottom is losing the most important thing in his life, and that's Mikasa.

You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, up

The problem with her passivity is he knows it's not passivity at all, she just doesn't know what to do, how to fix him. Eren has always had a temper, and she's known him for a long time, knows he'll lash out and behave worse if provoked. So she'd reacted as best she could, leaving rehab pamphlets out, asking him to stay in and watch movies, bake with her, anything other than going out to party.

But he'd stumble home every night and see her asleep on the couch, waiting. Always there to pick him up instead of a cab, not wanting the paparazzi to get a hold of him, she was always there.

And you try and block it out

They lived in a bubble, they pretended it didn't happen. They didn't acknowledge when he was too hungover to shoot the next morning. She'd brew him coffee, get him through the day, flush his drug stash when they checked, both his saving grace and biggest enabler.

Even when he's kissing her for more than just an on-screen kiss, lips drinking her in like a man starved, and the next morning she finds new girls in his bed, she keeps quiet.

They're a mess, but every time she dutifully kicks the girls out and drags him to the shower.

I'm so sorry for letting you down

When he'd first become famous, he hadn't known what to do with himself. He'd been scouted for how many movies, tv-shows, underwear commercials, brand deals. It was a whirlwind as Hollywood found their new boy wonder, handsome, smart and a nice boy.

His best friend, and female love interest in their debut movie, Mikasa, who had followed him to Hollywood on nothing more than a whim, was equally bombarded with fame and fortune. They'd always been close, always best friends, but never quite more, no matter how much they both obviously wanted it. It never progressed beyond a few acted kisses.

Still, they got an apartment together, and Eren had thought it was the start of something great, he was living the dream. Rich and famous with his best friend, the girl he'd secretly loved since he was young.

He'd been content just to stay up late and watch movies with her before work, to visit her on set and bring her donuts. They were Hollywood's shining stars, two kids sickeningly sweet in love even though they weren't officially dating, they were as good as.

At the advice of his agent, he'd started doing more, started picking up a few other gigs on the side, modelling, but he kept it small, he didn't want to overwhelm himself, and he still wanted time for Mikasa.

It had gone well, they'd taken fame okay, and Eren had been proud, neither of them had a sex-scandal or a pregnancy scare yet. They'd even been inching towards finally being something more than just friends, a few heated looks, some on-stage kisses to finally get the ball rolling.

Then Mikasa had been cast in an upcoming romance movie and her love interest hadn't been Eren, it had been Jean.

That had been the start of his spiral.

He'd never meant for it to get so far out of control, how many movies he started doing, how many promotions. Meanwhile Mikasa, smart, brilliant Mikasa stuck with smaller projects and only ever one at a time, preferring to keep close to their apartment. He was all she had, and she was all he wanted.

Nights when I just needed to hold somebody

He misses her, lays in bed awake at night thinking about her, how long it’s been, when was the last time he saw the curve of her face in person and not in a washed-out picture on a magazine. Girls in and out of his apartment, trying to fill the empty void inside him, and nothing works, nothing ever works. Because he’d fucked it up, said he didn’t need her, told her he could do it on his own, fame wouldn’t take him. Called each other names, every one in the book, screaming matches over stupid shit, if he should take that job, what she was doing with Jean, how she was eating, if she was eating enough.

The toxicity was palpable in their apartment until finally Mikasa just left and he broke.

Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody

Fame takes him like a drug addiction, actually it comes with a drug addiction, heroine, cocaine, molly, all of it. In trying to ditch his Hollywood’s sweetheart, good boy image he diverts his life so radically he doesn’t know if he can ever get back to where he was. He loses weight, barely gets by, he doesn’t even understand how he’s still getting booked, but people want him even more now that he’s Hollywood’s bad boy. Meanwhile Mikasa is disgraced now that he’s ‘thrown her away’ even though it was the other way around. Last he heard she lived in a little apartment on the upper east side, leaves only to work, and to fly up to see their families. He hasn’t seen his parents in months, doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to see the look in their eyes when they realize how skinny he’s gotten, how his body lacks muscle, skin barely clinging to bone, gaunt and lifeless.

He needs help, but he’s spiraling, he’s committed and no matter how many times Armin tries to get him into rehab, he never goes. What’s the point Mikasa is gone, he’s not getting her back, all he has now is the money, the drugs, and the women.

Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body

He hears she’s dating Jean now and somehow, he gets worse.

Every fear he’d ever had comes to life and he gets angry, his temper coming back full force. The past few months he’d barely been getting by, not really living, but his rage awakens him. She’d told him no, that they weren’t dating, never so much as kissed outside of work. What a fucking lie.

How many girls he takes home that month he doesn’t know, how many paparazzi photos of women leaving his apartment, how he dreams it’s Mikasa under him, not some rando.

He sees her on the cover of some magazine, walking innocently with Jean and it sends him into even more of a rage, but under it all he wishes it was him, doesn’t matter that they were never official, that it only happened a few times, he wants her back. But Eren’s never been good at navigating his emotions, so he clings to his rage like a lifeline.

I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you

When they ask about her in interviews, he doesn’t answer. Not until that once, when he lets it slip and he watches Armin wilt in real time from behind the camera as he spits the words, “I think it’s obvious, she’s with Jean now isn’t she, right after she was with me, figure it out yourself.”

The insinuation is lethal, cruel, mean and he knows it’s not true, but he says it anyway. He knows she didn't do it, but still the coincidence hurts too much, the very thought that there might have been something romantic going on with them before makes him want to throw up.

The interviewer looks shocked before he brightens up at the tidbit of information, like a vulture picking apart the last pieces of his heart, massacring it further, but Eren doesn’t mind the pain anymore. It fuels his rage and that’s all he has these days.

How am I supposed to get to know somebody?

When the rage wears off months later and Mikasa has done nothing, no comment on his interviews, no appearances, no angry texts, just silence, he becomes numb. Then the sadness sets in, because losing her romantically isn’t even the worst part, he doesn’t even have his best friend anymore, he’s lost her too.

She’s become a recluse, a hermit, he hasn’t even seen her with Jean on the magazine covers lately. Distantly he knows it’s because their movie is finished filming, and she was probably never dating him in the first place.

He goes to awards shows in hopes of at least catching a glimpse but she’s gone into hiding, there’s rumours she’s back in their hometown, but he’d never visit, not with the disgrace he’s become. He tries to date seriously, tries to talk to other actresses, but it’s all so vacant, disingenuous. All they want him for is his image, there’s nothing real about these women anymore, everything is fake, plastic right down to their boobs. Nothing like Mikasa, who was pure to her core, even in the face of her fame.

If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless

He'd cried for weeks after she'd ended it, despite it being entirely his fault.

Armin had cancelled all his engagements and Eren hadn't left the apartment, curling himself up on her empty mattress, her room a barren wasteland.

He'd only eaten when Armin forced him too, and only come out of his hibernation after his mother had called to yell, Armin holding the phone right in his ear, the first time he'd spoken to her in forever.

If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless

He’s got money, but it means nothing. Mikasa has money too, it doesn’t even matter. What has it all been for? He doesn’t even know anymore. All he’s gotten from his acting career is trust issues, more money than he knows what do with and the loss of his best friend and the only girl he’s ever loved.

It’s all a blur now, he acts, he models, he does PR. Armin makes him a schedule and he follows it. They meet with his nutritionist and his personal trainer, and he starts working out again, eating real food, not just smoking, and drinking coffee to supress his appetite.

Armin is the only reason he’s still a functioning human being as Eren hits rock bottom. The only one left to try and push him out.

I was out here fucking fans, I was shameless

He knows he fucked up, it’s why he starts therapy.

The shit he’d done, high off his own fame and arrogance, it’s messed up and he he knows it now. All the girls, all the money and the drugs, ignoring Mikasa’s concerns, dragging her down with him.

He doesn’t blame her now, he knows none of it was fair, she was justified in leaving. They were toxic, their half on, half off relationship, how he'd commit to the drugs but never her.

He can still remember the first time he kissed her, really kissed her, Eren and Mikasa not two characters on screen. It was after their first awards show for their movie, he’d been so excited, so delightfully sober, he couldn’t help himself, she’d been so pretty in her white dress, he’d leaned down before he could stop himself. The first night they’d had sex, her moans, her soft cries of pleasure, nothing had ever measured up since.

It had been bliss, for about a month or so and then they’d really been discovered, and it had all been shot to hell.

All the fans, all the women throwing themselves at him, his eyes couldn’t help but wander despite Mikasa always being the most radiant in the room. He had her love, he’d had everything, but that insidious voice in the back of his head had wondered. Thought the grass was greener on the other side, wanting to explore fame at the same time they’d finally started their relationship.

You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you

They’d kept it casual at Eren’s insistence and Mikasa’s heartbreak, his rock had been willing to allow it for him, for the chance to finally explore their relationship. But he could see how much it hurt her, the tabloids were the worst part, every day a new cover, another apartment he’d leave, another hookup in the parking lot. And he could barely justify it to himself, why he did it, why he continued to do it? He had everything he could ever want in Mikasa, the girl he’d loved since forever, finally in the palm of his hand, willing to give herself wholly to him.

And yet fame had called him more, and the people he was hanging out with only encouraged it, the famous lifestyle, drugs, sex and rock and roll.

Everyone was doing it, so why shouldn’t he?

Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do

The rumours spiralled out of control after a while, there was nothing he could do, it was over, they had too much on him.

He'd been telling himself lies that maybe she was with Jean on the side, that she had the same opportunities as him, she could go out and sleep around too.

As if Mikasa would ever even consider it.

He’d finally given into being exclusive, seeing the toll it was taking on Mikasa, after Armin smacked him upside the head and told him he was going to lose her if he didn’t get his shit together. Eren had finally realized how irreversibly he was fucking up his relationship, but by then, it had been too late.

When they finally started truly dating, monogamy and all, it had been far, far too late. The backlog of photos the paparazzi had was ridiculous, any opportunity they got to demonize him they took.

He and Mikasa been casual at the time of all the photos, sure, but anyone would buckle under the weight of constant articles about their significant other cheating. Eren became the villain in his own story, and Hollywood loved it, ‘Bad Boy Eren Yeager Ditches Mikasa Ackerman’. He still remembers the headline, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, she’d come home, dropped the offending magazine on the coffee table and hidden in her room for the rest of the night. He’d slept outside her door, and the next morning he’d been woken by her stepping over him to leave, bags packed.

It was sad, they’d never even officially dated to the public, they hadn’t gotten to that point. She’d wanted to reveal it at some awards show by taking him as her date, thanking him in her speech, her boyfriend, Eren Yeager. Overnight the paparazzi had singlehandedly broken them up for shit he hadn’t even done.

He had no one but himself to blame.

Hard for me to justify the women I was into

Looking back, he can’t say why he did it or what the purpose of all the models that looked eerily like her were for. Maybe he was trying to fill the empty space in his heart, maybe he felt neglected by her friendship with Jean and how obvious the man’s feeling for her were, but for one reason or another, he’d slept his way through about half of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, and award shows were awkward these days. Meeting the eyes of all the talented women he’d hooked up with in such a professional setting was uncomfortable at best.

How many more did he not even remember, to high off drugs and alcohol and his own ego?

Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you

He’d seen it in how Jean looked at her the first time they’d walked the red carpet as promotion for their movie. The tall man was a b-list actor and he’d been invited to the pre-screening, and he’d watched Mikasa the entire night. His gaze wasn’t moved by Eren’s arm wrapped protectively around her waist or his chin resting on her head, nor the possessive hand on her thigh.

They hadn’t even been fooling around back then, but he couldn’t help himself, he didn’t want Jean’s eyes on her. She was also Mikasa Ackerman, and the whole world thought she was just as beautiful and amazing and perfect as he did.

But she was his. His best friend, love of his life, his everything

If only he’d treated her like it.

Probably made you want to hit the streets on everything

She doesn't take him to the awards show the night he comes begging, but she lets him inside her apartment. Lets him help her with her hair, something he's sorely missed. Something he's familiar with, been braiding her hair since they were kids.

He helps her put it up into a beautiful twist.

And when Jean knocks at her door to take her to the awards show he lets her go, kisses her cheek and tells her how much he loves her, how she's going to win it all and he'll be waiting her when she gets back.

And then she leaves, walks away with another man and Eren thinks he deserves it, it's his penance, how many times has she felt this same way, how many women has he been through?

Probably made you want to pour bleach on everything

He discovers not a single remnant of himself in her apartment, no pictures, no clothes she's borrowed. Even his old sweatshirt, her favourite one is gone. Hell, even their award for best-onscreen-kiss is gone.

He finds it all in a crumpled box under her bed and it's his own fault for snooping, their photo crumpled up and misshapen, riddled with water damage. Probably from her tears if he had to guess.

Probably made you want to kill me on everything

She comes home that night and Eren is surprised, he'd expected her to go to Jean's. Hadn't really believed she was going to come back. Had resigned himself to sleeping on the couch and waiting till tomorrow when she'd come home dishevelled and covered in hickeys and bruises, the kind good sex gives you. The kind he'd never really allowed himself to give her.

That's when she'd really broken and he'd been so fucking happy when she'd thrown her purse at him. No more of her her silent rage, her forced smiles. She'd kicked and screamed, cried in his arms only to hit him brutally with a pillow, chasing him to the end of the couch. Hands restraining his wrists, as she curses him out, tears running down her beautiful cheeks sparkling in the moonlight, she's a vengeful goddess and he deserves every second of her wrath.

She collapses on top of him in a heap of sobs and all he can do is hold her, hating himself just as much as he's sure she does.

Yeah, trust, I know that

He wakes the next morning with her weight in his arms, and he holds her like he never wants to let go.

He's lucky she's even here with him right now, that she didn't kick him out on the spot. That she even cares enough to still fight with him. He kisses her forehead softly, he knows.

Yeah I kinda hate this but whatever have angst 🤷🏻‍♀️

[msroussane]

TVXQ (Jung Yunho/ Shim Changmin)

They're my first otp. Because of their fics, I started to discover the wonder of fanfiction. I'm no longer shipping them because Changmin just got married recently (obviously), but I still hold some of the best works dearly.

212 Notification by WennyT, whatkindoftea (haeli)

Rating: T

Words: 14,484

Tags: Music Store AU, Coffee Shop AU

Summary:

Yunho has a thing for trashy pop music, misunderstood people, and dogs. Changmin is a typical snob who likes wailing German arias, complicated coffee orders, and dogs. They meet online, where Changmin is so much less of an asshole. The question is - can this relationship survive Real Life?

A You’ve Got Mail AU.

Your Bet's as Good as Mine by humanitys_cutest

Rating: E

Words: 82,037

Tags: College/ University AU

Summary:

Changmin has heard a lot about Jung Yunho. A lot of not-so-good things. But when Yunho walks into his father's convenience store late one night, Changmin is unprepared for the events that follow, and his feelings that quickly spiral out of control. The only question is, does Yunho feel the same?

Incandescent by madamteatime

Rating: E

Words: 17,559

Tags: Historical Fantasy AU, Mpreg

Summary:

The sun lord marries a prince of the moon

Diamond in the Dirt by madamteatime

Rating: E

Words: 13,237

Tags: ABO Dynamic, Mpreg, Miscarriage

Summary:

Ten years of choosing friendship over the road less travelled and it took a wolf to break him

Lush Mistake by madamteatime

Rating: E

Words: 3,262

Tags: Fluff

Summary:

Prompt: “I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and u responded back with another selfie. Holy shit ur really attractive.”

Rules of Court...ship by Cease

Rating: G

Words: 4,081

Tags: Lawfirm AU

Summary:

Jung Yunho, youngest Senior Associate in the firm, passionate advocate, is sipping on his morning coffee, leaning against the wall of the elevator when a tall, handsome young man stumbles in, crashes into him, and spills his coffee all over his Armani suit.

0-60 in 3.5 by glitterburn

Rating: E

Words: 8,793

Tags: Modern Setting AU

Summary:

Changmin's car breaks down. Yunho fixes it. For a price.

Personal Note:

There is a reason why glitterburn was called glitterburnsus by homin shippers. She never failed to deliver a masterpiece.

Driving With The Breaks On by glitterburn

Rating: E

Words: 58,159

Tags: Modern Setting AU

Summary:

The mechanic and the academic. Long-distance relationship. Sceptical friends. This really shouldn’t work, but Yunho is determined that it will. Now he just has to convince Changmin that they can have forever. [Sequel to 0-60 in 3.5.]

Thrice Phased by dentedsky

Rating: E

Words: 33,853

Tags: Androids AU, Apocalypse AU

Summary:

Changmin gets himself an android boyfriend to fulfil his wildest fantasies. But there is far more to Yunho than Changmin had expected. Insidious plans emerge and timid voices whisper on the network. Can a human and an android truly love one another?

Personal Note:

One of the best angst fics I've ever read. It left me speechless in the end.

How to Display Your Love by humanitys_cutest

Rating: E

Words: 6.456

Tags: Non Famous AU

Summary:

Yunho won’t be home for Christmas. Or, so Changmin thinks.

Heaven Will Know by madamteatime

Rating: E

Words: 12,380

Tags: Angel and Assassin AU

Summary:

Changmin is a fallen angel looking for a way back into heaven. Yunho is a highly trained assassin, ruthless, elite, and solitary until Changmin finds him and turns his life upside down.

The Pick-Up by glitterburn

Rating: E

Words: 9,541

Tags: Fashion and Model AU

Summary:

This morning, supermodel Changmin’s biggest problem was running out of cigarettes. His day is about to get worse as a case of mistaken identity sends him into the line of fire—and into the arms of cop/spy/government agent/he’s-a-bit-vague-about-it-really Yunho, who would rather be saving the world than babysitting Changmin’s ass. Never mind that it’s a really cute ass. It’s not like Yunho has even noticed, right?

Personal note:

If I'm not mistaken, it's the first homin fic I read and I was completely in love with this pairing. And yes, another masterpiece from glitterburnsus

Servant of the Sun by glitterburn

Rating: T

Words: 2,892

Tags: Historical AU

Summary:

Fourteenth Prince Changmin is sent to serve as an attendant at the shrine of the Sun. He must remain pure and chaste for a full year. He didn’t expect to fall in love.

Snow Angels by madamteatime

Rating: G

Words: 6,887

Tags: Accidental baby acquisition

Summary:

Yunho wakes up one day to find a baby on their doorstep.

Kids and Ice Cream by Amagiri

Rating: G

Words: 5,876

Tags: Family AU

Summary:

Yunho is raising his adopted son as a single parent when Changmin, his son's birth father, unexpectedly appears in his life in need of reassurance.

You're My Choux Creme, I'm Your Hero by Lunnashh

Rating: T

Words: 4,307

Tags: Youtuber AU

Summary:

It was more of a coincidence, really, a moment of boredom that had caused Yunho to click on one 'Choux à la crème with chocolate ganache' step-by-step video.

Or: In which Yunho and Changmin are YouTube boyfranz

Perfect Fit by glitterburn

Rating: E

Words: 32,316

Tags: Fashion & Models AU

Summary:

Changmin studied fashion at St Martin’s and interned at Chanel. Yunho is a Gwangju market trader who makes illegal knock-offs. They’re two of the contestants on top reality TV show Stitched Up. Tempers fray, things come apart at the seams, but somehow they Make It Work.

Personal Note:

BEST HOMIN FIC EVER!! It's where the famous Posh Boy and Gwangju Skank meme came from.

Silence and Sound by Changdori (janie6789)

Rating: T

Words: 11,996

Tags: Canon

Summary:

Changmin is slowly losing his hearing. Yunho is there to help him through it -- but how he can help his bandmate through something like this, he isn't sure.

[stusbunker]

Known: Bring Him Home

A DARK Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Demon!Dean, Demon!Reader, Female Vessel OC, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Castiel, Dean x Female Vessel OC

Summary: This is the first two and a half episodes of season 10. I didn’t rehash what the canon gave us, but let you in on where our reader moved through those events in order to be exactly where she is needed to be.

Warnings: Typical angst, show level violence, demonic phone calls aka blood, the ritual of purified blood aka needles, non-consensual touching, and the rest is too spoilery. Have fun kids! xoxo

Series Masterlist

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September 22, 2014

Glendive, MT

         The stolen SUV stilled with the crunching of gravel, a roadside bar had caught your eye and on the whim that you hadn’t been followed, you pulled over. It was dark and dingy, something you had become intimately used to. The stale beer soaked into the ragged carpeting, a smell you would always associate with that summer, with the countless nights and bar fights the demon that Dean had become had waved off or fucked away. There was a payphone in the hallway between the bathrooms and somehow you were silently hoping he had kept the same number. The coins clunked into place, long and lean in the polished slot. The ancient deep tone of the ring peeled across the ether and then an alias and a generic voicemail continued the one-sided conversation.

You inhaled and replied chunkily, “Sam, it’s me. Or us, well not Dean, but CC. CC and I, both fine, by the way. If you’re free…we should talk.”

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CC watched her hang up the heavy black phone with a satisfying clink. Her warped image looking back at her through the matte reflection of the disused amenity. She had been hiding out, she knew it and the demon at the wheel had quietly left her to it. Well, she didn’t know what Chloe did, she couldn’t, but the months trying to break through to the real Dean or subdue the demon had been exhausting for them both. Sam’s voice had stirred CC from her subterranean, dulled complacency. This wasn’t just about saving her own skin; it never had been. It was about those boys, those pig-headed jackasses that deserved better than what they had been dealt. Or scammed into. And minimizing Dean’s threat was just a finger in the dam.

She shuffled through the demon’s recent memories, stretching against the mental atrophy. She felt her leaving Dean and Crowley with some strippers, glancing thrice over her shoulder before ditching through the employee exit and into a bouncer’s ride. She hadn’t driven far, but in an odd spiral, fanning out to shake anyone tailing her. She seemed to be in the clear, CC watched her buy one drink at a time watching the door to the side hallway like a dog waiting for her human to return from war. The phone never rang.

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Sam couldn’t remember the last time he had gone over 100, especially in something other than the Impala. He bit his tongue as the rickety bumper brushed the pavement after a railroad crossing. Cursing, he thanked his paranoia and hadn’t risked the bullseye that any of the vintage cars from the Bunker would have been, for any demon in his path. All those sonsofbitches that had been laying low or living on radio silence since Crowley had taken his brother from his bed. Cowards, the whole damn species. He cased the parking lot before heading into the side entrance, the bar like any other, navigable and unimpressive. There was still a dusting of sulfur on the earpiece of the payphone and not another clue in sight.

He slammed the phone back into place, loud enough to get a begrudging ‘hey’ from the bartender. Who recoiled as Sam spun to glare at her, he gathered himself carefully before ordering food and prodding for the direction CC’s demon may have headed. A half hour later Sam stared past his second beer, unsure if he wanted to crash or get back to the Bunker when a drunk at the bar got his attention, whining about his cheating wife.

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September 24, 2014

Another crappy motel

         Crowley hadn’t missed how Dean intentionally never mentioned the dove’s sudden and unforeseen disappearance. Crowley was certain Dean hadn’t killed her himself, fairly certain as he didn’t seem to have lost any of the pent-up energy. Especially after the second mess in Wisconsin, when Crowley had been overly disclosing about the Abaddon supporters that Dean stopped listening. With his close watch, Dean couldn’t have done anything to her too terrible.

It still felt a bit, unceremonious, to be skipping town without her. He had grown accustomed to her banter and she had helped keep him infinitely more contained than the Mark could. Without her to help Dean take his edge off, in any number of ways, Crowley pondered what wouldn’t set him off. Ever the businessman, he secured his asset, sliding into the backseat of the car beside Dean as another minion drove them to the next neon plastered cesspool. A jolt of excitement struck a nerve within the King; now it was time for a real howl.

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October 6, 2014

Colorado

You both surfaced in the days following the strip club and the subsequent unanswered phone call. You tried to ignore CC’s intrusiveness, as the memories of the summer months were sorted and filed under constant static in the back of your mind. She was still a hunter, and to her Dean was a target, despite his meatsuit and the taste of him coating every recollection. You left her to her schemes, while mindlessly driving through the mountains and enjoying the scenery you could only imagine in Hell. It was as close to therapeutic something like you could muster and it only made you frustrated with the path you had taken.

          The distance did wonders for your ability to forget the severity of his actions. Your struggling masochistic side had taken you down a steep path that fell away into the oblivion of guilt. Was it all your fault? If you hadn’t taken over CC’s body could she have stopped Dean before he let Crowley swindle him into taking on the Mark convincing him to kill Abaddon for him? If you hadn’t distracted Dean from Sam and the Angel problems, would he have ended up on the wrong end of Metatron’s blade? If you hadn’t needed him would he be better off? Had your selfish, imbalanced, twisted nature damned him? You reasoned against yourself on and off as the scenery flitted past, the lush greens soaking in their final triumphs before the autumnal cascade of color. Everything felt impossibly perfect and you worked your jaw against the need for destruction, because at least you could do that properly. You took the winding roads at whatever pace your foot found, letting the pine and the thin air fill your lungs as CC chanted at you to turn around. To go back. To demon up and bring him to justice or the end of an exorcism.

“Fuck off.”

You felt her roll her eyes at you and you stared into the rearview mirror, challenging while unimpressed. You headed back north, slowly trudging out of the pity party. You slipped around an Oldsmobile going ten under, clipping their sideview mirror off with a semi-pleasing thunk. This is what you did now: wallow in self-doubt and cost geezers their pension checks in repair bills. You slammed the gas and drove toward the only thing that made your heart race like it would stop at any moment. Back to the only being that made you feel death had been worth it.

They were gone. Not a lackey or a forwarding address in sight. You knew what to do, but it made CC nauseous as the intent sparked. It was your turn to roll your eyes. Carefully you moved to the back office and found a particularly sweaty thick necked manager to toss into a bathroom. His beady eyes bulged as best they could against his caterpillar inspired brows once you drew the knife. The generic brown towels quickly plugged the sink to allow his blood to fill the basin.  Once you felt enough of the ruby liquid had pooled below, you spoke into the depths.

“Crowley, you sonofabitch, where did you go?”

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The blonde left the hotel with tears welling in her eyes, she didn’t even look at you as you blatantly watched from the fender of the latest car you had lifted. You swung your arms widely and entered without warning. He smelled of an ocean of booze, musty sheets and sulfur-tinged sweat. Once he could focus on your face an overplayed laugh erupted shallowly from his chest.

“Well shit, Crowley had that revolving door installed after all. Welcome back, uh, whoever you are. Perfect timing, cuz that one just got all sentimental and I had to let her down easy.”

“Except you didn’t.”

“Of course not, what do I look like?”

“Three sheets to the wind and still wearing your boots, must have been some night.”

Dean cocked his head, kicking his legs over the side of the bed. He tried to stand but thought better of it. You paced, picking up some of his clothes that had been left to clutter the floor. He sipped some water from the nightstand. You couldn’t remember a time he had ever drank water in his life, apparently CC could, but that had been because he had been refused a beer from his dad. Good, little shit deserves some purifying forces in his system.

Your hand brushed over the bag beside his new duffel, which had quietly been awaiting your return. You glanced over your shoulder at Dean who just waved off your touched expression. He didn’t ask where you’d been, and you didn’t offer. Slowly you helped him get naked and into the shower. He was too drunk to even try and put on the charms, but he shoved you a bit to make himself feel better about it. It was all too much: walking into the tangle of his exposed nerves, the thoughtfulness and the swift return to degradation. You needed some air, so you walked back into the night to allow him to sober up, however briefly. When you returned, he was gone, but the bags stayed behind.

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October 14, 2014

The bar with the tiniest umbrellas

          The kiss-asses in suits loomed like Agent Smith wannabes, one was barely free from the Axe-body spray of his vessel’s frat boy days. You didn’t care for business and you certainly didn’t want them looking down their noses at you and how your presence was wasting “valuable” time. Instead of engaging them in soul conversion percentages, you ordered another drink and one for Crowley, for whenever he decided to show. Mending bridges was unbearably necessary now that Sam was back in the picture. You felt the mortal coil tightening around your insides, be it from CC’s impatience or the inevitability of being what you were: a demon in love with a hunter. Self-preservation was making you even more cagey than before you had ditched the dynamic duo.

          Crowley strolled in with the sound of welcome bells, a far off look in his eyes, the First Blade tight in his grasp. Heckle and Jeckle started off right away, but he ignored their pleas and took the seat next to you. “Somebody came crawling back with her tail between her legs.”

“Where is he?”

“With his brother, no thanks to you.”

“Is he--? Is everyone alright?”

Crowley raised his eyebrows and clenched his jaw, turning to play with the many pokey things in his ornate beverage. “I thought we had ironed out the kinks, once you left it was just the King and his trusty Knight. But he is no longer the brave little soldier daddy shaped him into, now he is a loose canon and, God willing, Sam is the only one who can sort that clusterfuck.”

“If he doesn’t kill him first,” you hissed into your shot glass.

“If you’re so worried about Moose, why don’t you scurry along. They’ll be home before you can find another payphone.”

You side-eyed the pair trying to interject, they each took a step back as you pushed out the stool and stood up. There was a lot you could have said in that moment, but none of it could fix what Dean had broken, especially not what was left of Crowley’s heart. Yours was all you could divine and that only left you chasing your tail. Crowley needed to move on, and Hell needed to be run, whether it by force or commerce. When the unique tingling started in your gut you smiled in gentle gratitude, his hand came up and you were gone before you even heard the snap.

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‘Soul Survivor’

The Bunker’s dungeon

“Well, aint that the whore calling the kettle black,” Dean raised his eyebrows, accenting his demon pitch eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam huffed.

“You gonna tell him, or show him,” Dean stared you down until a goosebump-inducing sneer spread across his features. “Miss Collins is not home right now, can rando demon bitch take a message?”

You tried not to flinch, but the insult stacked on top of the unceremonious reveal left you feeling exposed, dirty even. “Yeah, yeah, big deal, jackass,” you snipped, jutting your chin at Dean’s restrained form. “I’d worry about my own self if I was you.”

“No, CC wouldn’t let that happen, not after all those months,” Sam gaped, he was a better liar than you thought. “She wouldn’t let something like you back in unless you forced her.” Maybe he wasn’t completely acting.

Dean started laughing. “You guys wanna take a minute? I mean it’s always a treat watching the grown ups fight, but—”

“You, shut up,” Sam growled at Dean. “And you,” he hissed over his shoulder, “stop talking, you make me sick.”

“Don’t get all self-righteous on me Sam, I mean, all of us here have fucked a demon. Or two,” you left off on a sigh. The younger Winchester recoiled; mouth pinched as if you had slapped him across the face.

“She’s got you there, don’t she?” Dean smirked now. You had grown to hate what he had become, even if he was backing you up.

“Are you working for Crowley?! Have you been--” Sam grabbed the bottle of Holy Water in his good hand, pointing the opening at you while he focused his tunnel vision.

“Not a Crowley stooge,” you held up your hands in surrender, trying not to roll your eyes as Sam’s authoritative side took over.  “I don’t have any ulterior motives, I’m not Ruby. I didn’t have an endgame.”

“Just stop bringing her up! This isn’t about who fucked whom, this is about getting my brother back. Is Chloe even alive in there?” Sam’s voice leveled, how he remained focused at all, stumped you.

You nodded. “She’s fine and she is very proud of you right now, if you must know,” you lied to continue the dramatics, ensuring Dean’s over confidence before the plan could continue.

“Awww, wittle Sammy has a cheerleader,” Dean sing-songed.

“Shut up.” Sam snapped. He started sorting through the bags of blood, grabbing a syringe before turning to you. “Are you going to help? Or do I have to exorcise you for good this time?” He spun towards Dean and squared his shoulders. “Buckle up.”

“Sammy, you know I hate shots.”

“I hate demons,” Sam said sadly before tossing holy water in Dean’s face, the demonic grunt escaping his lips as Sam sunk the needle in his brother’s arm. Dose one had been administered. “Look, we got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself.”

Sam paused, the olive branch dangling between them. Then Dean shifted, the evil within him fighting the purified blood, impossible bestial cries rang from his body. You swallowed, dumbfounded and truly terrified of him for the first time since the farmhouse. Thankfully, he was restrained. You watched Sam take in Dean’s torment while you waited for the next move.

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It had been hours, Sam sometimes insisting on going in alone, sometimes not bothering to even acknowledge you were tagging along. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this tired: thoughts muted, eyes floating in their sockets, fuzzy limbs kind of tired. But you didn’t dare risk sleep to leave Dean truly alone with Sam, especially an injured Sam. It was during a solo dosage when you started another pot of coffee and turned to head back toward the library when a massive hand clamped down over your mouth. Instinct kicked in and you pushed back with every physical or psychic force you could muster.

Instantly you were free, a large crash and strangled moan cut off behind you. Sam dragged himself off the floor with fire in his eyes.

“He’s out,” he whispered, pulling himself to his feet. You took him in, pale and gawky, CC’s alarm threading through your veins with every heartbeat.

“Do you have your knife?”

Sam sniffed and nodded, chewing on the thought of stabbing his brother. You silently worked out the flanking of searching the Bunker, letting Sam take the lead. CC started to buckle in, her thoughts louder than they had been in months. You reached out with your senses, trying to feel him, but what warding there was against you was enough to dull his resonance. You unsheathed CC’s knife and started moving five paces behind Sam. He grabbed the spare keys from a drawer when an unmistakable voice rattled through the halls.

“Come on, Sammy! Don’t you want to hang out with your big brother? Bring the bitch along, hell we can share her.”

Your insides froze with the menace in his voice. Then you were kicked out of the driver’s seat with a speed and finality you couldn’t comprehend.

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CC had let this go on long enough; she shook out her hands and settled back into control over her body like an alumni walking the well-worn halls of their education, both foreign and familiar with an undercurrent buzzing beneath the surface. She spun her blade and tossed it to the opposite hand, a once flawless motion was now almost too easy. She snorted back a giggle at the feeling of being real and present once more, like a chest full of fresh air and warm laundry all in one go. Then reality pressed in and she leaped into action.

The instant the emergency lights flared overhead; CC bolted back the way you came knowing that Dean knew where the breakers were. Sam followed none the wiser as Dean continued to mock praise him. One second, he was an arm’s length behind her and the next he was gone. Quietly, she back tracked as Sam slammed the door to the Electrical room and locked it.

“Are you serious?!” CC gaped at Sam as he stood listening through the door, knife at the ready but still so optimistic.

“… I know you’re still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments. Dean?”

The first chunk of the door flew at Sam’s face, sending him on his heels and into CC’s bubble.

“You act like I want to be cured! Personally, I like the disease.” Dean’s eyes glinted through the holes he had pounded through the door. Gaps between the boards like a toothpick prison crumbling with each swing.

“I don’t want to have to use this blade on you!” Sam was desperate, begging and it hurt CC to witness it. He was the little brother again and though she hadn’t known him as a child, she knew the real Dean would never be able to dismiss his brother’s pleas. She pulled Sam away from the line of fire, readying her own knife and bracing herself for his inevitable escape. “No, what are you doing?! You can’t use that on him!”

“Shut up, Tweedle Dumb, just let a girl work.”

“Chloe?”

She cocked her head and locked eyes on the thing bursting from the door: show time.

“Well, well, well, look who wants to play hero.” Dean swung again, punctuating his taunts with his hammer. “It’s my lucky day. I’ve been blessed, because there is just enough demon in me to kill your meatsuit, finally free you up to be all you. Can. Be. Then, I’m gonna kill my brother and you’re gonna watch.”

CC felt Sam dive behind her as Dean stepped through the remnants of the door. He glanced impatiently as she mirrored his movements, shielding Sam without giving Dean a path. “You know what, asshole? You can take your threats and shove ‘em. You wanna dance? Let’s dance, just me and whatever you are anymore.”

Sam raced back to the dungeon, searching for anything that could give them the upper hand. Sam didn’t want to risk them killing each other in his absence, but he hoped their slightly even footing would buy him the time he needed.

“Hiya, Chloe, nice to see you again. She smoke out? Couldn’t handle Sam’s bitch face?”

“Nope, got her packed away for safe keepin’, too bad you can’t say the same.” CC shifted her weight, swiping widely and slicing the edge of his shirt. Dean caught her by the wrist, twisting her knife hand above their heads.

“You’re missing my point. This? Lean, mean Dean? Here to stay, Sweetheart.” She glanced up at his grip on her and her weapon and without flinching she kicked out his knee, throwing them both against the wall she broke out of his grasp, the hammer thudded to the floor. He grasped her hair in one deft fist fall, before kneeing her in the kidney. She buckled, falling against him. Dean stepped back and kicked her once in the side until she fell, curling in on herself. Carefully he kneeled at her side, with the hand still in her hair he lifted her ear to his lips and whispered, “stay down or I’ll put you down.”

CC thrashed against him, hurling herself against him as hard as she could. She managed to rock him onto his ass, but he took her roots with him, pulling with all of his might. She screamed as he groaned in satisfaction. She jabbed him in the ribs with the handle of her blade, when he spun them both. His thick thighs pinned her beneath him, as she tried to flip him off of her chest. Dean rolled his hips, his cock rutting against her tits as he held her wrists, twisting them down. She caved on the edge of a fracture, moving the joints with his control, unwilling to risk that sort of handicap. With her knife lost in the tussle, Dean inhaled deeply and grinned down at CC in sickening triumph.

CC swallowed as she felt the rigidness in his jeans, he leaned in, crushing her with his weight, her breath pushed from her lungs like the final tuft of bubble wrap. He watched her struggle; her eyes bulged, and color left her face. Dean rocked into her soft breasts, relishing in the lethargic shift of her weight beneath him. Finally, the creak and crunch of her bones rippled from the force of his increased strength. As the light faded from her eyes an acidic cascade fell over his head and back. He howled, digging his heels into her ribcage, which granted reprieve from the pressure on her chest.

“Let her go!”

Another barrage of holy water hit Dean and he fell to the side of CC’s body, boots kicking wildly as he tried to stand. He screamed and lunged for the hammer. Sam held his knife up, terrified at what he had to do.

“Well look who decided to join us. Ready to play, Sammy?”

Sam stepped forward, trying not to be distracted with the way Chloe’s body remained unnaturally still. Dean looked him dead in the eyes and jumped forward, psyching Sam a little and then swung, landing the hammer in the plaster just behind where Sam’s face had been. The Kurdish blade kissed Dean’s throat, but he knew he hadn’t lost.

“Well, look at you. Do it,” Dean taunted. He watched Sam’s surprise melt into submission. As Sam dropped the blade and Dean let his eyes flood black, three things happened: Dean stepped toward Sam in certain victory, Chloe gasped to life in their periphery, a startling golden glow radiating over her chest and neck and Castiel’s arms caged Dean in place, the power of his stolen grace containing the demon.

“It’s over. Dean, it’s over.”

Next Chapter: The Ending You Expected

[daydreamingoncloud9]

AHHH I'M SO FLATTERED THAT IT'S ONE OF YOUR FAVOURITE ANALYSES! It's one of the analyses I'm really proud of too since I worked on it for like over a week to perfect it, so I'm glad that my effort paid off.

And maybe they could even be a blend of bachisagi and kainess! In the sense that if Reo became a midfielder instead of a striker, he would still be trying to support Nagi more than every other striker, but they are also rivals that challenge each other to grow in order to better support each other. (Like Nagi tries to be a better striker in order to better execute Reo's passes while Reo tries to be a better support so Nagi has more chances to score.) Like there's so much potential there, so I do hope that Kaneshiro-sensei goes into that route or maybe something similar.

And yeah honestly this thread has derailed so much from the original post 😂(Or has it? A lot of reonagi's moments are so intricately tied together that technically, this is all relevant to the original point 👀), so it's probably a better idea to create a separate post talking about Reo's self-worth issues. And yeah that whole "become Nagi's arms and legs" thing made me go like "REO REOOO -shaking my computer screen-" when I saw what was happening. I love my boy but his self-worth is really rock bottom at this point and Nagi's communication skills have only recently helped to clear things up, not actually help to build his confidence back up. I'm sure he doesn't even think that he's giving up his individuality because Nagi's with him again and so everything's okay now, right?

I did read that reddit post actually! I found it pretty interesting and I think that redditor's favourite character was Reo, so I could tell that they really put a lot of thought into it. And I think many Reo stans tend to ignore his billionaire heir background and how that has an influence on his personality in ways other than his emotional outbursts (like how that could maybe make him more materialistic than the other Blue Lockers), so it was nice to read something different for a change (I only went to Blue Lock reddit recently and was mostly on Tumblr + Twitter, so the posts I was used to seeing were on his emotional state more than anything else).

But yeah! I think we can just end the discussion here. I also don't really know how to end these types of things, so I think just frankly saying it would probably be the best 😂 This was really fun and I really enjoyed exchanging ideas with another reonagi fan & reo stan! See you next week :DD

Yk usually, stalking reonagi/nagireo twt is bad for my mental health bc everyone either hates Nagi or wants them to break up (again)

BUT NOT TODAY OMGGGG EPISODE NAGI CHAPTER 8 RAWS RELEASED N I ONLY FOUND OUT BC OF THE TWT TRANSLATORS AND!!!! GUYS!!!!!!

Spoilers for Episode: Nagi chapter 8!!!

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THE TRANSLATION IS NAGI SAYING "I'm not his slave, I'm reo's partner" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SCREAMING CRYING PUNCHING AIR THIS IS EVERYTHING I NEEDED THANK YOU MANGAKA TY TWT USER @/_mangaotaku 😭😭😭😭