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deexchanel · 3 years ago

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Vacation

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Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, A tipsy reader, Fluff maybe?

Summary: the avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

A/N: You guys liking my content means a lot💜💜. when writing one-shots why don't people put oufits? i wanna see wtf i be wearing since im y/n!😂 I got some long faux locs in my hairrr sooo ykk i had to put it in here🙂

Y/N stood in the kitchen pouring coconut rum into a drink that she found a recipe for on google. It was called a mermaid cocktail and it looked like something she could get away with, without any of her family members saying something. "I'm so ready to drink this, it looks so good." She mumbled stirring the rum mixture.

She is 23 years old but the team still treats her like a little kid. As of right now, everyone was taking a nap from their huge lunch. All those missions they work was eventually stressing them out so Y/N took it upon herself to plan a vacation for them. She rented out a huge beach house for them. Best idea everr!!

Seeing the smiles on their face made her feel so content with her main priorities being happy. "What are you making?" Loki's voice said from behind her. Y/N gave him a big toothy grin. "Oh, nothingggg!"

"You're up to no good, I know you are." Loki raised an eyebrow at her turquoise-looking drink. "I'm not going to even ask." He sat down at the island, shaking his head. Y/N could feel something was off with him. She put the pitcher in the refrigerator, then sat beside him in the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking Y/N."

"About? We're on vacation Loki, we can think when we're back at the tower doing boring missions." Y/N stared at his jet black hair, having the urge to run her fingers through it.

"No, you can't touch my hair." Loki knew exactly what she was thinking. Y/N pout her bottom lip, squinting her eyes. "That's not what I was going to do. Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel out of place. I just know they are still mad with me from the events of New York." Loki buries his face in his hands. "I want to go back to Asgard, I know they'll rather want me there than here."

Y/N removed his hands."What makes you think that Loki? If none of wanted you here then I wouldn't have told you about this trip. " She giggled making him let a small smile creep on his face. "You're right where you belong and if anyone isn't happy about you being here then just know that Thor and I are ecstatic to have you here. I'm glad you came, means a lot to me."

"Means a lot to know that you want me here Y/N." Loki's small smile went to a big one. Y/N slowly moved her hand to his hair. He watched her slow movement in amusement "No Y/N." She huff playfully giving up.

"Fine, I'll try another time but I'm happy that I made you smile. You're way easier than Bucky's serious ass. Now that's out the way, it's hot girl summer so no sadness from no oneee!!" Y/N exaggerated getting out of the chair going back over to the refrigerator. She pulled out that now cold pitcher, chugging down the concoction.

"Did I hear Y/N say something about a hot girl summer?" Steve rubbed his eyes while he walked downstairs. Y/N rubbed her mouth from the leftover drink on her lips. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the now half-empty pitcher. "What's that?"

"Nothing! Don't even stick your nose in it." Y/N put the pitcher back. Steve looked at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders with confusion still written on his face. Y/N placed a rushed kiss on their cheek so they wouldn't smell the amount of alcohol she just consumed. "I'm going to get ready so we can go to the beach. Steve wake everyone up for me please so we can leave in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Y/N," Steve replied ready to question her but she was already up the stairs. 20 minutes later Y/N had music blasting from the speakers while she ready. From that consumption of alcohol, it kicked in about 10 minutes after she got ready. She was only tipsy, maybe. Y/N couldn't focus because she kept giggling at everything.

"Damn why is everything so funny!" Y/N said getting mad at herself. Her long black faux locs flowed down her back after she struggled to place them in a high ponytail. Meaning she broke 3 hair ties and gave the hell up.

"Y/N we're waiting on you!" Tony yelled up the stairs but Y/N waved him off. She grabbed her purse, pausing the music. Tripping over her feet a bit, she made her way downstairs. Bucky caught a glimpse and instantly spoke up.

"Oh hell no Y/N. Go change."

She waved him off too, purposely ignoring him. "I'm readyyyy". Tony crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Barnes. Y/N that isn't a swimsuit, that's two pieces of cloths."

Thor smiled, "I like it Y/N and since I like it, we can leave." He picked up a beach chair but everyone yelled no in protest except Natasha. Thor rolled his eyes sitting the chair down. Loki moved her hair aside, closing the white and blue shirt that she wore.

"Now you need a hair thingy to keep it close."Y/N smacked his hand away lightly, going over to the kitchen to find some chips. "Y/N why aren't you saying anything?" Bucky followed still upset about her outfit.

"Her outfit is fine guys. Let's go because you guys are over exaggerating." Natasha placed her shades on her face. "I got your back Y/N!"

"It's not fine, she's showing too much," Steve said being overprotective. Still not phased, Y/N nodded her head from the kitchen. " That's why you my bitch, thank you!" Everyone was shocked by her choice of words. Bucky grabbed her waist.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

Y/N giggled,"A lady never drinks, she sipssss." She dragged out the s, kissing his nose. Bucky pressed his lips together, getting his answer.

"Guys she's drunk!"

Groans went around the room. Steve was in realization,"Ohhh so that was what she was drinking when I came downstairs earlier."

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"And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain't no man like you"

Y/N belt out the lyrics to Streets for the 13th time while Bucky held her in his arms while they were in the ocean. They had been at the beach for 30 minutes, and a biker went by playing that song in her speakers. Y/N haven't let go of the song since.

"Y/N if you sing the same lyrics one more time, I swear I'm going to drop you." Bucky scolded while she gripped his shoulder tighter. Y/N placed her head on his chest, the sun was getting rid of her drunkness. She was tired since she didn't take a nap like everyone else plus Bucky's heartbeat and the sound of the oceans was calming her down. "Sorry! It's stuck in my mind."

Steve, Tony, Loki, and Thor played on the beach with water guns. Natasha laid in the sun, getting a tan. Per Y/N's request, Bucky was in the water holding Y/N close. She was surprised that he even agreed to it.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"I'm tired."

"I figured, let's get you out the water." Bucky turned around to walk back to the shore. Y/N just snuggled more to his chest. "Bucky?"

Bucky’s voice held slight annoyance, thinking she was playing."What is it Y/N?"

"I'm glad you came on this trip, I know this past year had been so hard on you and I thought this trip would help ease your mind. Plus I got to know you better, that’s a bonus.”

“Yeah at first, I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t turn down seeing you in a bikini.” Bucky laughed making Y/N laugh as well hitting his chest lightly. “Bucky!”

“What? I’m being honest. I just rather for only my eyes to see.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You going to have to get used to it. But for real though, this trip made me not think about things that's been haunting my mind. Coming on here was the best idea.”

“I’m glad I could help with that.” She tapped his shoulder for him to stop. He placed Y/N on her feet. “I’ve come up with the best plan though.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What’s the plan?”

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Y/N made herself sink underwater. Bucky waited a couple seconds before putting on his best acting voice. “Guys! Guys! Y/N she’s drowning!” Natasha stood at the shore, looking out at the water in concern. The team wasted no time running in the water.

“What?!?”

“What happened??!?”

“Oh god, Y/N?!”

“Shit!”

Steve was Y/N's victim, he hunched over in her area of the water. Bucky pulled at the ends of his hair keeping the act going. “She was doing alright until I couldn’t hear her anymore.” Y/N lurched up grabbing Steve by the neck, pulling him in the water.

Bucky's face of distress turned into humor. “Steve she got you good!” Both Y/N and Steve appeared out of the water. Y/N was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Loki found it amusing while Tony, Steve, and Thor didn’t.

“That was a good one Y/N.”

“Don’t listen to Loki Y/N. You had us worried!”Thor huffed and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah! I thought something really happened to you.”

“I’m sorry guys.” Y/N snorted trying to contain her laughter. “It’s not my fault, it’s Bucky. He came up with the idea. You guys should’ve seen Steve’s face when I came out of the water.”

Steve mocked her laugh, “Ha Ha Ha. It’s not funny.” Bucky held his hand in defense trying not to laugh as well. “It’s not mine! This was all her idea.”

“Capsicle is right, it’s not funny. Don’t scare me like that again.” Tony scolded her, he held out his arms. “Now come give me a hug so I can feel better.” Y/N gave him a hug, that humorous smile not leaving her face. When she tried to pull away, Tony held a grip. She realized.

“TONY!”

He laughed leaning forward and they both fell in the water. Soon it turned into a big splashing war between everyone, they were having so much fun.

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At 7:28 p.m. both Y/N and Bucky walked back to the beach for dinner. The restaurant they chose for tonight’s dinner was there. Since Y/N is over the planning for the vacation and Bucky is attached to her hip, they were at dinner first.

“I know the wait is going to be minute so sit down while I talk to the hostess.” She reassured him. Bucky looked at her kind of worried because he wasn’t comfortable with crowds yet. She squeezed his hand, “You’re okay.”

Bucky nodded his head reluctantly. Y/N walked off to make sure this restaurant gave them a private table away from the crowd, preferably on the beach. After about 10 minutes of talking, something just told her to turn around. It was some woman that looked around Y/N’s age steadily talking to Bucky even though he looked so uncomfortable.

“Hold on one sec.” Y/N held a finger-walking away, not even waiting on the hostess's response. Y/N quiet appearance kinda scared them both. “Excuse me. Hi!”

The woman looked at Y/N with attitude. “Um, why are you speaking to me?”

Y/N took a deep breath to calm down. “ I’m speaking to you because you’re talking to my boyfriend and you obviously see him uncomfortable.” It was for the sake of the moment. Bucky and Y/N aren’t together, just a few flirts here and there. But since Y/N knew this bitch couldn’t take a hint she said, boyfriend.

“You might have him confused for”

Y/N cut her off, “No I don’t have him confused for no one. That’s my boyfriend so get your desperate ass out of his face before I embarrass you in front of everyone. We don’t want that do we? Now walk away miss.”

The woman turned her nose up walking away without saying another word. Once she was out of sight, Bucky visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much Y/N. She wouldn’t stop talking and my a-anxiety was getting bad because I didn’t know her and...” He shook his leg. Y/N sat beside him giving him a hug.

“Hey hey calm down, it’s okay now. I could see she made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to stand there and let her continue to do that.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you Bucky.” Y/N kissed his forehead then she stood up, holding out her hand. “Now let’s go get this table because I did cut the hostess off coming to help you.”

Bucky laughed grabbing her hand. As they walked back over to the stand, realization hit Bucky. He smirked.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “No Bucky, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I was to ask you out?”

“In your dreams Bucky.”

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This took longer to write then what it supposed to be.

Hope you guys like it 🥰, I was trying to include a Loki moment because I’m starting to like him more.

Stay slutty my friendsss!

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dreamypeaches · 4 years ago

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rating things my bf has said during secks | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, rafe cameron, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, seriously this is disgusting. im going to hell

word count: 1.6k

a/n: oh boy folks. this one is literally...so filthy i can’t even breath right now. please enjoy.

pope jj kie sarah topper kelce

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

10/10

-I didn’t

-he loves to hear me scream

Face buried in a pillow, wrists pulled behind your back and trapped in Rafe’s tight grip, he plowed into you from behind. You’d missed Rafe’s touch so much, having been gone for a week on vacation with his family. The texts and videos you had exchanged were down right sinful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. You missed the way he bruised your hips, the way he held you down and pounded into you until you saw God. He missed your tight little pussy, the look on your face when he made you cum on his dick, your sweet little moans and the way you screamed his name.

But the lewd noises were currently being muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in, and Rafe couldn’t have that. He twisted your hair in his grip, pulling on it and lifting your head up off the pillow.

“There we go. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you,” He growls, yanking a little harder on your locks and thrusting deeper into you. You obeyed, letting your curses and moans out into the air, adding to the sinful atmosphere of the room.

“i’m gonna f*ck you until you beg me to stop”

500/10

-true to his word

-couldn’t walk for a week

To say Rafe was pissed was an understatement. But the fury that burned within his eyes didn’t scare you. In fact, you felt your cunt start dripping in response. His hand gripped your throat, knuckles bruised and bloodied from the events earlier in the night. He slams you back into the wall and making you moan.

“You think you’re funny? Talking to that fucking Pogue in front of me? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Well, he already got his, now it’s time for your punishment.” He hikes your dress up and practically rips your panties off. You scream as he plunges his fingers into you, starting out at a brutal pace, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” He growls.

“i want everyone to know how hard you were f*cked’

12000000/10

-pulled me in close and bit my neck hard

-hot af

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” Rafe moans as he slows the speed of his thrusts, staring down at where your bodies met and the juices of two orgasms leaked out of you.

“Does anyone else know what a little slut you are? How good you are taking cock?”

You moan as he juts into you particularly hard and he reaches down to to squeeze your throat.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No, Rafe. No one knows what a good little slut I am for you.” The grin that appears on his face is devilish, his movements stopping completely, making you whimper. He leaned down until his mouth is by your ear, breath fanning across your neck making you shiver.

“I want everyone to know how hard you were fucked,” He purrs, strangely tender despite the darkness of his words. The he suddenly bites down on your neck, making you shout before his hips start snapping into yours. He continues to make large, dark marks across your body as he fucks you into the mattress.

“you c*m when i say you can”

2589/10

-don’t tell me what to do

-jk yes daddy

Rafe had been edging you all night. It started at dinner, a special birthday dinner for him with all his close friends. Under the table, his fingers had rubbed your sensitive nub until you were right on the edge, then pulling away as dessert was served, knowing full well that you were his real dessert for the night.

The second the two of you got home, he commanded you to meet him in your bedroom, naked and waiting. You did exactly as he said, it was his birthday after all, and you were the best present he could get. When he arrived in the bedroom, he was removed only his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tight. The next couple hours was spent with a vibrator on your clit, your legs shaking as you constantly came close to the edge but never tipped over.

Every now and then, Rafe’s mouth and fingers would join in the fun. Licking up your juices or teasing your nipples. Sometimes he would pull your panties on, leaving the small vibrator pressed up against you while he sat back and watched you squirm. You were crying by this point, all this pleasure with no release driving you crazy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum!” You whimper. The vibe is suddenly removed from you, replaced with a hard slap to your pussy that makes you scream.

“What’s my name?” He growls.

“Daddy! Please!” He smirks down at you, eyes filled with an animalistic hunger.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“you look amazing rn”

100000/10

-awe shucks

-was said in a very tender way

-wholesome

“Fuck, Rafe, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as Rafe slams into you, fingers playing your clit like a beautiful instrument.

“I’m close too baby…fuck…cum with me,” He groans, his movements sloppy as his words start to become true. You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him down to meet your lips. The kiss is loving and passionate and hungry and pure all at once. You moan against each other as you both meet your releases. He stills inside you, pulling out all too soon for your liking and scooting down the bed to stare at your leaking center. Seeing his seed dripping from you did something to his head, making his dick harden again slightly and his love for you grow. His fingers reach out, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you lightly, making you whimper quietly.

He sits back up, leaning over you and placing sweet kisses around your face before landing on your lips. He pulls back, staring at your face covered in after sex bliss. He loves you like this, absolutely fucked out.

“You look amazing right now,” He smiles softly as you blush, covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head and pulls them away cuddling up to you and placing several more kisses to your neck as he holds you tight.

“you’ll pay for that later”

sdhfdskkhdj/10

-i deserved it

-my a$$ was red

You’d been to enough Kook parties with Rafe to last you a life time. You were bored, left in the corner to pout while Rafe paid attention to anything but you. You were honestly tired of it, and you were going to do something about it. Finding Rafe talking to Topper by the pool, you walk up to him with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, baby,” You coo before turning to face Topper, pressing your back up against Rafe, making sure your ass was situated right on his crotch. You spend the next few minutes in deep discussion with Topper, not even looking or speaking to Rafe. Every now and then, you would move to adjust your dress, rubbing your butt against his quickly hardening cock.

“Aw, I’m out,” You say, referring to your drink, starting to walk away.

“I’ll come with you,” Rafe says, taking your arm and practically dragging you away. He leans down and growls in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.” The words made you ruin your underwear.

Instead of bringing you to the kitchen for drinks, he leads you out to his truck, shoving you into the passenger seat. When you arrived home, he brought you to the bedroom and bent you over his knee, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties down. His hand met your ass, over, and over again, until you were soaked all over his lap. He lifted you up moving you onto the bed, placing you down gently in contrast to the harsh slaps he had just given you.

“Such a little fucking tease,” He whispers before unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out, preparing to absolutely destroy your cunt.

“who’s pu$$y is this?”

infinity/10

-i knew exactly who’s

-(spoiler) it’s his

You always knew your wedding night with Rafe would be one to remember. Your bedroom life was already incredible, you just knew he would pull out all the stops for your special day. And you were right. It had started long before the bedroom, sneaking off during the reception for him to bury himself under your beautiful white dress and devour you, or you kneeling in front of him, sucking him until his covered your lips in white, suited perfectly for a bride like you.

When he got you all to himself after the party, you knew you were in for it. The sex was rough and passionate, using positions where he could always look you right int he eye as he made you scream his name. You were all his and his alone, and you would be for the rest of your lives.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls as he fucks into you, rubbing you clit and squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Already three orgasms deep, you found it difficult to focus. But the look of pure passion and love glowing in his eyes fanned the flame inside of you.

“It’s yours, Rafe, all yours. Forever and always.” You breathe. He grins at you, meeting your lips in a fiery kiss as he fucks you with all the love in his body.

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midday0nightmares · 3 years ago

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32 - new dawn.

Previous chapter a week later (m).

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

Your heart dropped, starring at the hollow eye of the gun, but it jammed falling its owner.

The police finally broke the door, and chaos ensued. Everyone was shouting including you.. jaemin panicked and pointed the gun to his temple.

You were in the middle of an attempt to stop him, but it all happened so fast. Ironically, the gun its job this time, the bullet reached him before you could, right in front of your eyes you saw the life leaving jaemin’s eyes, hot blood spatter hitting your face.

Strangers arms pulled you back of off his dying body, all you could comprehend was the tremendous pain that exploded inside your chest threading to break through your ribcage. you find yourself in the familiarity of jeno’s embrace, if it wasn’t for his tight hold around you, you would have shattered.

Hours has passed in a haze, you cried and cried, you have shunned reality, refusing to face any of it.

At some point jeno must have taken you out, you sat on the steps of the building, he had a blanket wrapped around you, the flashing lights of polices cars and the ambulance look surreal, jeno’s existence was your only condolence as you leaned against him.

The sun has began to scare the darkness out of the sky, for a moment everything looked normal, you felt at peace. you were on the verge of acceptance until they came out pushing the gurney that carried a black bag.

Jeno tried to cover your eyes, to spare you the memory, but you insisted.

He was laying in that back bag all alone with a hole in his head, your heart twisted and you wanted to scream due to the pain. jaemin, the man you love.. loved, he was sleeping next to you less than 24 hours prior, safe and sound, and now they are taken his lifeless body in a bag, how could they take him like that, he deservers better treatment.

You wanted to run to him, to say hold into him, you were not ready to let them take him, but jeno held you down.. “no! Jeno they can’t take him like that! Let me go” you tried to wiggle out of his hold but he wasn’t letting you. he didn’t speak, he couldn’t when he was choking in tears.

He held you until they loaded him into the ambulance and closed the doors, and drove away with him. It didn’t feel before but it felt so real now, when the ambulance drove away and disappeared, the world felt so empty all of a sudden, tens of people were around you but you felt alone without him.

You wished you would just burst and disappear, you couldn’t withstand the fact that he was forever gone, no I love you’s, no his smile, no his warmth, no his embrace, no jaemin anymore.

You turned to the one person you have left, jeno. his pale face still frozen in shock. puffy, wet eyes looked at you, he couldn’t speak too, you held onto him and cried until you had no tears left.

“Do you trust me?”,

jeno suddenly whispered in you ear, you tried to pull back and look at him but he held you in place.

“Its not safe for you and me anymore, so I need you to trust me and do as I say okay?”,

Although his voice was breaking he continues, seemingly in a hurry to say what he wanted to say, “Tell them he is your boyfriend and you met him abroad when he was in a vacation, tell them he was sducidal and you two were fighting, do not mention anything you have seen or heard”, he stops to swallow the knot in his throat that was chocking him, “just tell them you are tired and you need to rest, and I will come and get you then”..

You were still confused but before you could question him one of the investigators approaches you,

“ im so sorry for you loss. We will have to close the apartment for couple of days, do you have another place to stay?”,

Jeno sighs and answers for the both of you, “yeah we will be staying with a friend”,

The man nods “You can take whatever you need form the apartment now before we close it for further investigations”,

Jeno wipes his nose and detangles himself from you, “Okay I’ll go… I’ll be back in a minute” he tells you before he walks inside, leaving you in the cold air.

“And miss we would like to talk to you”.

Jeno goes inside, and the police asks you question about the events of last night, and if you know about his mother. you denied knowing anything, and you didn’t mention anything about you being kidnapped or their other activities, taking a leap of faith and putting your trust in jeno.

The investigator thanked as he didn’t have a reason to not believe you and he left.

It took jeno a while before he came back with a bag on his shoulder, his arms instinctively warps around you, his hand creasing your arm effectively warming you.

you lean on jeno’s shoulder, he look tense.

“I said nothing” you speak and he sigh in relief, his arm squeezing you closer to his body,

“it’s for the best” he quietly speaks into your hair.

The crowd of police men and forensics seems to grow less and less.

A black GMC Yukon pulls over, haechan in the driver seat.. he jumps out and comes running toward you, “I came as soon as I could”, you could tell by his the look on face that he was just as shocked and disturbed by the news as you were.

he hugged jeno and patted his back, jeno was trying hard to not break again and held himself together the best you could.

Haechan took the bag from jeno’s arm and throw it in the back seat, he held the door open for you “umm.. im so sorry” he tumble son his words unable to look you in the eye, you get in and he gently closes the door, jeno gets in the passenger seat.

You looked out of the window to the balcony of your apartment, you knew that this is the last time you were going to see it, that this was farewell.

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eternalroo76 · 2 years ago

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Sorry tumblr took away the shortcut and idk how the fuck to make read mores on mobile now, just skip if you don't want to read me bitching

Ughhhhhhh I don't feel good, summer is killing me physically again. I absolutely hate where we are living during the summer. It's noisy and hot and exposed ugh there's some fuckin vehicle or large machine doing this deep loud hum outside idk what the fuck

In general I cannot decide if Im happy with the way things have turned out, like I just feel irritated and uncomfortable a good amount of the time. I'm also no doubt the only person who can't help but be annoyed that the border is open again, because I'm sick of people wanting to come to my house or have me visit. I love to see the people I love once or MAYBE twice a year but jesus christ am I sick of the constant pressure to have the next visit planned and all these places to go and people to see or have over. I would love to go on a real vacation for once that doesn't double as visiting friends/family or a taekwondo retreat or fuckin Lego.

I just want a normal life, I've had it with this long distance shit. I don't like uprooting my life for a few days to a week at a time, multiple times a year! It makes me exhausted and irritable and afterwards I have to take all this time to recover. It was fun when I was younger but I'm tired now and I wanna do my own thing and be a fucking adult

Also i HATE visiting the US, it's stressful and the food makes me feel gross cuz I'm not used to it anymore and our dollar is so weak there. Like I spent my whole life planning to leave cuz I felt unsafe and no hope for the future living in the states. Why would I wanna go back, for leisure no less?? Jesus

Like my life is way better than it has been, and much better than it could be if I hadn't rabidly dug myself out of the pit I was in. But my god is there still shit that I don't care for all that i don't even want to accept or learn to live with. I've been through so much hell in my young life! Can I get some space to try to heal please

#Becca stuff #I feel so crabby lately

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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aphrodite

“Aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. You might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.”

— Or, in which Pro Hero Shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, stalking fan, cursing, unexperienced shouto, camgirl!reader, dom!reader, marking, blowjobs, praise kink

word count: 8,834

a/n: honestly, I did love this fic but mind is BUZZING at the thought of finally getting to write my todoroki family gangbang because I have that shit fucking outlined and I never outline anYTHING!!! but this was fun!!! i did a lot of extensive research into camming to only realize that if I wrote it realistically I wouldn’t be able to write this the way I intended... so camgirl is sorta really inaccurate and im sorry ;-;

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Being a Pro Hero was one of the most rewarding things Todoroki Shouto had ever done. With his day consumed with being in an element where he saved and protected people, there was nothing he could ever hope to improve. Well, as long as you only considered things in a job aspect.

As a Pro Hero, his job was his life.

Day in and day out, he was working.

From the first chime of his alarm at six in the morning until he was crashing on his bed at eleven at night, he wasn’t just anyone, he was Shouto, the Pro Hero.

But Heroes were overworked, with the recent downfall of the League of Villains and the aftershocks that came from defeating a group that changed the world, there was a lot to do. He was twenty years old, two years free from Yuuei, and was a Pro Hero, not a sidekick.

After graduating from school, most individuals had assumed that he was going to work with his father as a sidekick for a few number of years, but that wasn’t right. Bakugou and Midoriya had created an agency together, so with them, the creators, Shouto made up one of the many founding members of this new agency. An agency that was constructed of only graduates of Yuuei, it was strong, promising, and already one that had him and his friends well within the publics’ favorite heroes.

As goes any new Hero Agency, they had to prove themselves, after all, their alma mater was not enough to carry them through everything. Experience was valued higher than name-value after all. So Shouto, along with the thirty members of the agency, worked hard every day to swallow the fear of the reemerging Japan, fulfilling every and all tedious and significant need.

But for all his hard work, Shouto had been neglecting his own needs.

Two years of hard work for a man without a sexual relationship translated to two years without any sort of lover — romantic and sexual.

At first, it was easy to ignore. He made do with sloppy jerk offs in the shower, the warm water soaking into his skin while he came in loads against his fingers, but eventually, it grew tiresome, lonesome, and tedious.

That is until something happened one day.

A single link had been sent his way by Kaminari, the blond man unknowingly sending this to Shouto and not the intended Sero. Shouto had just gotten home, his tired eyes looking at the highlighted hyperlink on his phone. Sighing, he had thrown it up on his laptop, wanting to figure out just what he was sending him of all people, he hoped maybe it was an article on his major rescue today. Kaminari was much better at tracking those articles than he was.

But what he got was not an article on his heroic deed today. No, there was no cold day in hell that this was a news article.

His eyes widened, the texts furiously coming in on his phone, apologizing for the mistake, but Shouto wasn’t paying attention. No, he was transfixed on the video before him and fire, unlike any heat he had ever known burned through his veins. Simmering heat rolling from his skin while he watched on, and just like that, Shouto found a way to feel anew.

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“Thanks for all your hard work!” Midoriya yelled after Shouto, who was three strides out the door once they traded places.

It was Tuesday night, one of three nights that Shouto ever really looked forward to. For the past year, he had always made sure that he was never scheduled on these nights, and well, no one had objected, so he was still taking them. The travel back home was a five-minute commute via train, but always, as Shouto sat there, he felt as if the train was barely inching along.

But as soon as the train docked, there was no time to waste. Shouto was out of the crowded train and practically racing to his house.

The door was slammed and locked behind him, and while practically stripping in his hallway — he didn’t need to care about a trail of clothes as he lived alone — he made it into his bedroom.

7:59, his clock read, and he cursed, moving even faster to set himself up.

Shouto couldn’t help but feel the burning embers of shame igniting in his chest, his heart rate soaring to the sky, when he clicked the join button. This was utterly shameful… twenty-one years old and he was in love… he was infatuated with someone he couldn’t have.

The screen darkened for the room he was looking into was dark, nothing but fuzzy pixels where you sat on the bed, legs crossed, and a sly grin on your face.

“Hi, love,” you coo. Shouto couldn’t make you out exactly right now, but on god, he already knows your lips were painted a deep red that always captivated him, your eyes insanely large with the thick and long strand of eyelashes you wore.

He wants to say good, he wants nothing more than to respond to your greeting, but he’s speechless. Besides, he knows you wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway.

“Now, now, don’t be shy,” you pout, standing up and nearing the camera, your strides were slow, smooth, terribly seductive and Shouto was taking you all in.

However, Shouto’s heart stops when your figure becomes more distinct. Red leather lingerie and toys strapped to the iconic utility belt you don. Even in the alluring lighting of your room, Shouto can see that your eyes are dark with amusement, glee, and lust. He groans lightly, the fabric of his boxer briefs tightening when you lean in close.

“I want to hear you cry my name…”

Shouto splutters at the whisper, feeling submerged into your show despite his brain telling him you didn’t know him. Regardless, his finger trails the trackpad and clicks the blue ‘donation’ button, the amount put at the full maximum the site would allow.

“Aw, thank you for the donation icy-hot,” you purr, your eyes fluttering on the camera, almost as if you were looking right at him. And Shouto delights at the sound of his username dripping like honey from your tongue. “I knew your slutty needy cock wouldn’t disappoint me. I wonder if you’re already touching yourself at the thought of me…” he watches your pretty red lips stretch from a pout into a Cheshire grin, and a pleasurable wave encases his body, his cock twitching against his restraint. “I hope you’re not, after all, I haven’t given you permission yet, have I?”

Shouto exhales shakily, the sultry confidence in your face, tone, and stature overwhelming him.

He watches your eyes fall to where he knows the chat is located on your screen, and the bell-like giggle swims in his mind while you amuse the many different viewers on this chat.

Aphrodite, that’s what you went by.

The goddess of love, beauty, procreation, and pleasure.

With the way your eyes pierced the camera, legs spread open to reveal your cunt for your viewers, Shouto hissed in need for him to grab his cock, he knew better by now.

“Don’t you wish you were here so I could ride your small cocks instead of my fingers,” you sigh, and Shouto wets his lips, fingers that ached to give attention to his pulsing cock digging into his thighs. “If you want me to let you touch yourself,” you sigh, tossing your head back, your eyes glinted with power and coercion in this position. “Throw in a little donation for your goddess, whores~!”

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It pained Shouto to admit it, but he had a sincere and deep attraction for the girl behind Aphrodite. He didn’t need to check his bank account to know that outside of his daily things, the thing that he was freely spending money on was your shows. The more people donate, the more you would do, the more dominating, demeaning, and almost sadistic you would get. Most nights, like last night, Shouto would collapse on his bed. His cock a flush red from the aggressive fisting he had done, a desperate attempt to make himself pretend it was your tight and sopping cunt around his cock and not his heated hands. The room was always foggy, steam pouring from his skin because his control still went up to smoke whenever he watched you on the screen.

There was nothing more to say except that he would do everything in his power to make sure you were gaining enough money from these shows, and that his screen name would drip past your lips every show. Even if you would never do private shows, he would make sure you knew who he was.

But this wasn’t the time to think about you.

“Todoroki!” Bakugou yelled from a distance, and Shouto looked up to see Bakugou staring at him, his face set in annoyance. “Ponytail has a job for you.”

Shouto had just walked in through the door to the agency, but his lips pulled into a slight smile. His head nodding, “Okay.”

In the agency Momo, Iida, and Midoriya were the ones who were best suited at handing out missions and assignments. With Iida on temporary leave as he was on vacation with his family and Midoriya, who was on a week assignment with Bakugou, there was only Momo to hand intensive things out right now.

Saying his good mornings to the people he passed, he eventually made it into the back room with the door closing behind him. He made eye contact immediately with Momo, who seemed to be jabbering with the client, but he knew her well enough to see that under the cheerful personality, there was something worried in her gaze.

“You wanted to see me?” Shouto asked the second he stepped in.

“Ah, yes, Todoroki-san!” Momo nodded her head, the smile on her face remaining keen on her face while she gestured to the person before her. “This is y/l/n y/n!”

Nodding, he looked down at the client and stiffened only slightly when you turned around.

Y/l/n… y/n… you were Aphrodite.

Shouto’s mouth went dry but also began salivating at an extremely high rate the second your lips pulled into a greeting smile. Was this real?

Would you be dominating in public? Your dominatrix bleeding into your personality outside of the screen? Would you rise to his eye level when you finally stood? He always imagined you would. Were you wearing something flirty, cute, or alluring underneath that jacket you had on your body? Your make up was done in the same matter as the shows, but the red lipstick he loved was substituted with a natural lip color, brightening the shimmer in your eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you greeted, and Shouto nodded dumbly, words failing him entirely at this moment.

Was that what he expected you to say as a greeting? Well, he guessed you saying something along the lines of ‘welcome you dirty fucking slut’ was a bit out of the picture considering they were in public and you didn’t know him. But still, a part of him craved to have heard that utter from your lips, because there would have been no stopping the way that he would have sank to his knees for you.

“Y/l/n-san is here with us because she’s been a victim of a past B&E’s,” Momo’s voice pierces through Shouto’s thoughts, and he breaks his stare on your — sweetly? — smiling face to look at his friend. “We also have reason to believe that such offenses are because she also has a stalker.”

“A stalker?” Shouto repeated Momo’s words.

“That is correct, and said stalker seems to be in possession of a strong quirk,” Momo nodded her head, her face still kind for you, but her eyes calculating and sharp. “I’m assigning you on her case for a few reasons, firstly because you are capable of handling the perpetrator, and two, you live a block from her apartment, so defending her will be accessible to you.”

Shouto’s stomach jumped at those words, all this time you had been a mere block away from him?!

“Isn’t that a bit too much?” you laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. Shouto blinks, that was a move most people made when they weren’t confident… you were always confident. “I mean, yeah, I don’t want to be like… hurt by this man, but there’s no way he’d do anything bad, right?”

“Are you serious?” Shouto asked, his voice leaking with his evident discontent to your answer.

Momo, however, redirected your attention back to her by grabbing your hands in hers, “There’s a possibility that there’s nothing bad that he’ll do, but that’s not something we wish to risk.”

“I have pepper spray, a stun gun, and a strong uppercut; I think I can handle this,” you say, pulling your keys up, showcasing the arrange of weapons you carried casually around you.

“The pepper spray looks like you haven’t used it in ages,” Shouto immediately pointed out. “You need to use it about once a month to ensure it works.”

“Wait, really?!”

Momo giggled, watching in the way that Shouto looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, and how you looked up at him with wide eyes. “I can understand that you believe that you’re confident in your ability to take care of yourself! We aren’t trying to imply that you couldn’t, but your cousin brought you here or a reason! It’s easier to let us do our job, to make sure that you don’t ever have to put into a trying situation.”

Your bottom lip juts out into a small pout, but ultimately you sighed, nodding. “Okay… how long would this take, do you think? It’s just that I can’t have Shouto by my side at every instance of the day.”

Momo’s eyebrows quirked into a questioning stare, and Shouto could feel his body temperature rising at those words.

“Oh? How come?”

You still, as if you hadn’t expected Momo to further question why you didn’t want to be watched at all hours of the day. Loudly you splutter, unable to come up with an excuse through your panicked and while Shouto watched and listened with crumbling hope that your dominatrix personality was something that you held in every aspect in life. Your cries that you were an up and coming YouTuber — which explained the stalker — and needed to film your muckbang videos in peace made Shouto realize that you were not some sexy, confident woman at every instance of the day. No, you were awkward, weird, and dorky, but it still did nothing to calm his hammering heart when you stood up at the end of the meeting, clad in something that had to be pulled from the Lisa Frank collection and you hurried out.

“If I analyzed all of her police reports correctly, the stalker should be back by next week, falling on either Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday night,” Momo informed Shouto, passing the case folder his way. “Take care of y/l/n-san, and be safe.”

Shouto nodded; that was something he didn’t need to be told twice, “Of course.”

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You were a camgirl.

For most of your life, you had been someone who was overlooked by most. Being quirkless in a world where having a quirk, even the most useless quirks, was needed to gain success in your peer’s eyes truly sucked. It hadn’t stopped you from being successful, of course, you had worked hard in every aspect of your life, but it kept you from attaining your dream job because having a quirk was essential for it — even though you didn’t need one.

So with a minimum wage job to cover the costs of living and your long journey to prove your worth to get your dream job, you were quick to realize that you needed more money.

And one day, after a long day at failing to find a second job, you were in bed, reading over fanfics to distract yourself from a failed day when a particular story caught your eye.

A story about a camgirl, and then it hit you.

You could be a camgirl!

It took a month of planning, nights spent on creating a persona, a person for you to become when the camera went on.

You would turn into Aphrodite.

With such a stage name, you knew that you had to become the goddess of love herself. Your personality was quirky and dorky in real life when you only had to be you, but Aphrodite was all leather, lacy, skimpy hotness. She was daunting, commanding, dominating. It was almost as if the second you turned on your Livestream, the goddess herself possessed your body, turning you into someone that you could only dream to be.

You performed three times a week, precisely at nine and end sometimes even at two in the morning. Within a matter of ten streams, you had exploded in viewers and donors. You had been making around five hundred thousand yen a month, that is until your most special viewer icy-hot had made his first appearance.

Icy-hot was someone who seemed to have a deep interest in you, and even deeper pockets because he alone doubled the price of your average income from camming. You were obsessed with him.

There was also another reason why you were obsessed, and it might have a little bit to do with the tall man walking behind you, just far away to make you comfortable, but close enough to keep you from harm’s way. Oh yes, in a world of celebrity crushes, you were in love with Pro Hero Shouto.

It was stupid really, but as a fifteen-year-old girl watching Yuuei students who were your age beating the shit out of each other left an imprint of his then fifteen-year-old abs in your brain and you were hooked. Your crush was always shallow, of course it was, you didn’t know him, but he still provided you with a sense of comfort. The fact that he had lived so close to you for so long sent embarrassing flames to your face, how would he ever react to knowing that you needed time away from him so that you could control people into fucking themselves online? Or about how your stalker was a possessive man who watched your streams?

You had been fine with just informing the police, but apparently, the man had been apprehended before and had his quirk registered. He was dangerous, and with you being quirkless and the cops being unable to use their own quirks, your cousin dragged you to the local hero agency, proclaimed you needed help, and left.

Little did you remember that this was the hero agency that a lot of recent Yuuei alumni were at, and of course, the one that Shouto worked at. Heroes latched at your side, worried for you while taking you to the back to talk to the Everything Hero: Creati. With the police files on her computer, the two of you discussed everything that was happening with ease and sharp detail, and then Ground Zero barged through the door, yelling about something Deku was doing.

Creati talked with him, both of them coming to some understanding and a simple line from her mouth, effectively ending your entire life.

“Will you call in Todoroki-san when he gets here?”

It wasn’t that you were dressed ugly or wrong, but you were definitely dressed up in bright colors because you were trying a Lisa Frank aesthetic before your cousin dragged you off. Tugging at the ends of your hair, you looked back at Shouto, who was silent, his eyes looking at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his buttery voice soothes down your spine, and you threw a large thump up in his direction with a nod.

“Never been better!” you lie. This was bad this was so very bad, you wanted to push him into an alleyway and run away, why must the world curse you into looking like you were related to booboo the fool on the day you finally crossed paths with Shouto. Not to mention should he find out about your career? Would he think you deserved everything coming your way?

“It’s okay to be not okay,” he spoke up, his head tilting to the side, trying to figure out where your thoughts are. “You know that, right? You’re going through a lot right now.”

You blow a raspberry, your ears burning when you look back in front of you, your head shaking. “I’m perfectly fine, I wasn’t even in immediate danger! Besides, I have you here now, don’t I?”

They were familiar words heroes heard every day, maybe not those words exactly but similar enough that they weren’t unusual. But still, to Shouto, those words curled warmly in his chest, vibrating deep within his sternum while he nodded.

“You do.”

“See!”

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To say the least, Shouto was genuinely shocked to figure out who you were as a person.

The biggest thing he could put together about you, the most essential detail he saw was the fact that you were stupidly a dork. You had just about one hundred colorful mugs with weirdly dumb inspirational quotes on them. Whenever he showed up at your apartment in the morning — the nights you insisted he couldn’t sleep on your couch because of your recordings, which worked out because he would just go home and watch your stream with only the slightest guilty conscious.

You had a colorful arrange of sweaters and shirts, none of which were anything that he would have assumed initially you would wear, to begin with. Leggings and sweaters, joggers and tank tops, that seemed to be your style in the warming days of spring, and he was all for it.

With nothing more to do with this assignment, then stay close to you because the police where in charge of trying to find the man, the two of you grew close. Shouto often amused himself by asking you about the videos you were making for ‘YouTube,’ each time you came out with a poorly failed excuse of a lie for him, and every time you believed that he believed you.

It was a month into the assignment, and nothing had happened so far, nothing but late-night conversations and late-night cam sessions. Still, Shouto was a devoted watcher, and with each passing day, his ears no longer blushed scarlet at the sight of you the following mornings.

The two of you were proper fans, and the crushes you had for each other still held true, only now reenforced with the appropriate images of each other.

“You have to go now!” you complain, trying to shove the much larger man out of your apartment’s front door. It was Thursday evening, and with only an hour until you were to stream — an accident on both of your parts because you had been distracted with watching an anime with him — you needed to get ready quickly. “Shouto, oh my god, I swear if you don’t leave, I’m going to pepper spray you!”

Shouto was pretending to be lost in thought, his body stable and unshifting while you attempted your hardest to get him to move. “I don’t remember you ever cleaning your pepper spray… it’ll end up hurting you more than me in the end anyway.”

“You don’t know that!” you grunt, your hands pressing against his spine, your feet slipping against the wood while you push with all your strength. “Even if it hits me, it’ll hit you too!”

“I’ve been pepper-sprayed before, apart of hero training, I can handle it, y/n,” Shouto points, and he finally takes a step forward, your body stumbling into his side where he graciously steadied you. There’s a silence between the two of you when he realizes just how he caught you, and you feel the temperature fluctuate around you when he pushes you to your feet, throwing on his shoes and leaving with a stiff wave.

“See you t-tomorrow!” he rushes out, leaving you with a burning face in your doorway.

But as you closed the door, rushing yourself to get ready for tonight, you didn’t get to see the way that Shouto stopped at the staircase, his eyebrows scrunching when an uneasy feeling filled his gut. Could it be that the perp was finally going to make their move tonight?

In thirty minutes you had managed to get your makeup done, the sharp black eyeliner paired with large full eyelashes, your skin perfect from foundation and contour, and of course, the painted red lip. With only ten minutes to spare, you threw your camera set together, connecting it at eight minutes to spare. You sweat in nerves while you hastily threw on your lingerie. Black lacy panties that sculpted your ass, and a bra that left your breasts looking delectable. Then the leather garter belt hung around your waist, attaching to your thigh high stockings with a cute red bow.

With the countdown on the screen, you flopped on the bed, cameras rolling as soon as your clock read 9:00.

“Hi, love,” you began as you usually do, confidence flooding your person while you sat up from your mattress, your hands smoothly gliding against the soft fabric of the comforter.

Your show went as it normally did, harmless flirting with your viewers who craved more, thanking donator after donator, your smile growing into a smirk with each passing minute. You noticed that icy-hot was on, his avatar always pinned to your screen when he joined, but he was silent. Not a single donation.

Normally this would scare you, drilling ice-cold anxiety through your veins, but you weren’t you right now; you were Aphrodite.

“Icy-hot,” you drawled, your voice husky and low, a subtle show to your dominance while you leaned forward, your cleavage only accentuating between your pressing arms. “What are you doing?”

But before you could continue on, before you could utter more phrases to get some sort of response from your favorite viewer, there was a rustle in your apartment. You froze immediately, was Shouto in your place? No, that couldn’t make sense.

Then in an almost slow-motion horror, you watched your bedroom door slam open, and a man you didn’t recognize appeared before you. His transfixed on you as if you were a true goddess, his muscles taut, lips perked into a lusting smirk.

“I finally found you, Aphrodite,” he whispered like a prayer, his feet taking several fast strides in your direction, and as the chat exploded in their confusion, your jaw dropped in an ear-splitting scream.

>> ‘Is this for real?’

>> ‘Is aphrodite finally fucking a man for us? I’m jealous it’s not me!’

>> ‘Holy shit, I think this is real?!’

The facade of Aphrodite was gone on you, no longer possessing you, but instead the meek and weird you. There was no stopping his conquering pace when his hand outstretched for you until he was frozen in place.

“Shouto?!” you squeak, looking to see your hero standing at the door, his cheeks flushed from most likely rushing over, his eyes deadly and severe. His eyes glanced you over, and embarrassment shrouded you when he eyed over your lingerie, but he said nothing of your state of appearance thankfully.

“Go into your bathroom, and don’t come out until I tell you it’s over,” Shouto commanded, and breathlessly you nodded, stumbling over into the bathroom as the perpetrator broke free from the ice. One lustful eye turning sinister and dark, and with an animalistic bellow, he charged Shouto when you closed the door.

You weren’t sure how long you lasted in the bathroom; the only thing you knew is that for ten seconds, it was loud with the clear sounds of battle before quieting. There had been no crash, nothing to tell you that the action had been taken elsewhere, only that you had heard the familiar sound of Shoutos singing ice and then silence. You pulled on your fluffy white bathrobe that hung by the door on your bathroom, your pacing unstoppable in your inability to calm down.

Was Shouto alright? They didn’t both die out there, right? No, Shouto was more durable than that, you reasoned, your hands aching with your nerves.

The pulsing beat of your heart sat heavy in your throat, your fingers trembling with shot nerves and fearful thoughts until a soft knock on your door alerted you that someone was there.

“H-Hello?” you stammer, unable to keep yourself from speaking.

“It’s me,” you hear Shouto’s voice tiredly stated, and without so much as wondering if it really was him, you threw open the door.

Shouto stood there, a bruise on his jaw, a visible injury he had sustained from this fight.

There was no stopping you throwing yourself into his arms, your own arms throwing around his neck in your dopamine surge. He had saved you, he had finished this.

“Sorry that took so long,” Shouto murmured into your ear, his head burying into the crook of your neck, sending intensive static down your spine. “Bastard took us seven blocks away; apparently, he has a pretty shitty teleportation quirk.”

“That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay,” you sigh, not wanting to let go of him anytime soon. “Was it just the bruise?”

“Mhm,” Shouto informs you, his fingers running against the thick fluffiness of the robe. “Quirk side effect is that it makes you stupidly dizzy after using it, and that includes everyone he takes with him. So I nearly was throwing up when he landed one on me. The police will take you in for questioning tomorrow morning if that’s alright? I figured it was too late, and you went through too much to be questioned tonight.”

“That’s perfect,” you agree, not at all caring when the interview would be, just as long as he was with you.

Shouto eventually pulled away, his hands remaining on your waist while his eyes looked at you warmly, “Okay, well let’s get you on your bed, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You nodded dumbly, following after Shouto when he guided you back into the room that was liberated from his ice but had obviously been fought in on account of your fallen books. You sighed when you sat up on your bed watching Shouto stand in front of you, observing you in your fluffy white robe.

“Shouto?” you asked while Shouto observed your face in the better lighting of your room, his finger soothing tear streaks you had long ago cried while he made sure you were okay.

“Mm?”

“How did you get here so quickly?”

“I thought something was going to happen tonight. I had this feeling when I was leaving and decided to stay until it happened.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I had screamed until after he was in my room,” you accuse, your eyes narrowing.

Honestly, you had no idea how he knew… unless…

“I’m icy-hot,” Shouto states simply, but you couldn’t ignore the way that your body literally rejected this claim, how it sizzled to life because he knew what you did on these nights, and how you sparked at the thought of how he’d been supporting you for a year.

“You’re — ?”

“Yeah,” Shouto smiled, pulling away from you with a soft sigh, his arms folding across his chest. “A friend of mine accidentally sent me a link to your cam sessions when you first started, and I was hooked.”

“You’re telling me all this time, you knew?!”

Shouto nodded, unsure as to what you weren’t quite understanding.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” your voice raised dangerously, your spine shot straight while your world both crashed and built around you.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate to tell my client that I watched her strip and fuck herself on my leisure time,” Shouto sighs, his eyebrow-raising in amusement.

“You’re a dick!” you exclaim, but your words were one of wonder, your eyes brightening in this new knowledge. “I can’t believe you, honestly!”

“Well then, I guess I can tell you a string of truths, and you can do nothing about it,” he challenges, his face nearing yours, dangerously close. His warm and mint breath fanning across your face. “I have feelings for you — deep and honest feelings for you, I think this piece you’re wearing under the rob is by far one of the best pieces you’ve ever worn, and I’m hard right now.”

“You know that Aphrodite is a facade,” you disclosed, your eyelids feeling like weights while you stared up at him, unmoving, unchallenging.

“I don’t think it is,” Shouto challenged his hands, tugging at the fabric that held your robe closed. “Aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. You might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.”

Your tongue is dry, but still, you wet your lips, confidence, and fear meeting in the middle of your chest in an all-out war to see which would win. It was to no one’s surprise that you wanted Shouto, but for it to be reciprocated was a bit beyond you, and finally, you inhaled a bit sharply through your nose, “If you want me to fuck you, you better ask properly. Like a good boy.”

His eyes glint in an unreserved way that sends fire through your spine and a heat flashing in your core. It had been a while since you’ve fucked anyone, and here was Shouto implying that you fuck him. He also seemed to want to be dommed, and if there was something you weren’t expecting from him, was that.

Shouto licks his lips, his hands moving from your waist and pressing onto the mattress so that he’s forcing you to lean backward, trapped in his hold.

“I want you to fuck me,” he breathes, and in a similar exhilarating thrill of Aphrodite possessing you before a show, that electrifying courage courses through your veins and grabbing onto the thick fabric of his costume and bring him into a simmering kiss.

Your fingers wound in his hair, the intensive heat and passion exchanging between your lips were insane. It was mind-boggling as it was breathtaking. Your head tilted, and you pressed in more, feeling the weight of the bed dipping as Shouto climbed onto the bed with you. Shouto was bigger than you, in just about every way of the word, but still, with your stocking covered leg, you wound it around his waist and spun in your place.

Straddling his torso, you pressed incessant kisses to his mouth, his desperate return sending confidence to your head, a warm pulse in your body.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a bottom,” you murmur against Shouto’s throat, your hands pressing flat against his chest, moving to unravel the restraints holding it together. You get the top of his jumpsuit undone, watching has his pale and toned chest slowly peeking through the growing opening. Your fingers move against the plains of his abs, nails moving against his hardened nipples while you sigh against his throat. “Such a good boy.”

Shouto heaves, his breathing uneven, unsteady, and unsure. For someone so confident thirty seconds earlier, he seemed to be crashing from that stream of confidence quickly, almost dangerously. Skirting around this knowledge, you removed your robe, discarding it onto the dirty floor with a content smirk.

“I, um,” Shouto swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering at the sight of the lacy black undergarments and, for the first time, genuinely getting to appreciate them in real life. His fingers grab onto your waist, his hot as fire hands tracing your smooth skin, tracing against the hem of your panties until he got to the cleavage of your ass, stopping where your body met his. “I’ve never done this.”

“That’s alright,” you say, hands pushing the blue fabric of his costume off his shoulder, making quick work of it, and finally, your get to press your hands against his broad and naked shoulders. Your lips move unhurriedly against his neck, moving down until you reach his collarbone, taking a long swipe of your tongue against the protruding bone.

“Fuuck.”

The words that had meant to come from Shouto’s lips drifted towards the ceiling, no longer viable with the way that he folded against your touch. With your lips back against his chin, your right hand stretched behind you and pressed firmly against Shouto’s hard buldge palming against the clothed erection. His eyes close immediately, the touch of another on his growing cock was foreign to him, but it was igniting something within him while you continued your ministrations. A strangled moan vibrating at the back of his throat, his hips rising to buck and grind against your cupping hand, only hindered by your teasing retreats and bell-like giggles.

“So desperate already, baby?” you whisper against his ear, your mouth coming back to his, meeting his trembling lips into a passionate kiss. When you pull away, he makes a noise similar to an animal in heat but is quickly silenced by your teeth biting gently against his lower lip. “Let’s get you out of this uniform.”

Shouto helps you make little work of removing his costume, the dark navy blue material joining your robe on the floor, and you straddle him one again. Only this time, it’s your cunt rolling against his clothed cock.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you ask, your lips pressing painted marks against his chest. The red of your lips shining like rubies against his pale skin, but it does nothing but stirs you on. It wasn’t a mark like a bite, but it was an acknowledgment that as of now, for this very moment, he was yours. The red lip print proof of this bond. “Do you want my mouth around your pretty cock?”

Shouto shudders at your words, his hips involuntarily bucking at your ask, and he nods his head. His cheeks dusted red, and his heart hammering in his throat, “Y-Yes, please suck me off.”

“Aww,” you coo, your fingers hooking around the waistband of his underwear, your cunt grinding against him. “You said, please!”

The underwear joins the rest of Shouto’s outfit on the floor, and you stare at Shouto’s cock in its full glory. The long thick length bouncing against his stomach, precum dripping slowly from its tip. The knowledge that he was already leaking from your gentlest attempts of domination sent power through you once again, and you smirked leaning down so that you were level with his cock.

“Such a pretty cock,” you sigh, wrapping your hand against his length, your mouth watering at the fact that you couldn’t encompass it in your hand. “So beautiful… now, I want you to stare at me the entire time I’m doing this icy-hot. I’m putting on a private show for you, and I expect my favorite viewer to watch the entire time.”

There was no need to wait because Shouto was ready for your mouth, and with one final roll of his pink head with your fingers, you began.

You brought your mouth to Shouto’s cock and licked a clean line from balls to crown, the back of your tongue swirling around the head.

Shouto’s moan was nothing short of pornographic, and near animalistic in the way that it sent shivers down your back. Most definitely caught in the feel of things, Shouto arched his ass from the bed to thrust right into your waiting mouth. With the confidence of who you tried to be as Aphrodite, you decided to be the best at what you were doing for Shouto, hopeful this would be something he would ever forget. Adjusting to his lifted hips, you gripped and pumped the lower half of Shouto’s cock while slathering and sucking attention at what you could fit into your mouth – he was a lot bigger than the dildos you used for your show.

Your mouth was heated sin to Shouto, unafraid to choke a little, gagging ever so often to send incredulous vibrations through his sensitive sex. You were also a bit sloppy, saliva and drool leaking with his precum down his length, dribbling from the corner of your mouth while he pressed further into you. You then pulled from his length, oxygen burning your lungs to take each of Shouto’s balls into your mouth and delicately roll them with your tongue as your fist capriciously switched between fast and slow over his throbbing cock.

Mouth hanging wide and silent, Shouto stared intensely at your slowly blinking form. You nuzzled your nose against the trimmed fuzz at the base of his hot dick, your lips creating a wet pop noise against his balls. The soft touches of your nose against the vein on his cock ignited a broken and almost needy rasp against Shouto’s chest. And when a thumb, wet with your spit and his precum, trailed a line down the backside of his cock, Shouto’s heavy tongue caught up.

“That feels so good!” Shouto moaned, his voice gruff and near unrecognizable by its tenor. “More, y/n, please, more.”

And who were you if you didn’t comply?

You groaned at the lewd position you were in, his intense duel eyes focused on every move you made while his cock twitches in front of you, your tongue flicking out of your mouth licking the bead of pre-cum on his tip making your cunt throb in anticipation.

“Look at you, so needy, so innocent,” you giggle, using the hands that had been sensually traveling up and down his cock to angle it better for your await mouth. Brushing his head against your tongue, his pre-cum gathered on the slick surface, you delighted when his stomach contorted with his tightened breathing. You wouldn’t close your mouth to taste him, so saliva dribbling down your tongue against his length. Your hands rubbed it against his cock, using it as natural lubrication as you continue, “desperate for my mouth, aren’t you?”

Shouto tried to nod his head, which made you giggle, grinning down at him as you once more push his cock inside your heated cavern. Pulling it out slowly when you notice that his eyelids close for a little longer than a soft moan.

“Keep your hands on me, icy-hot,” you coax, tangling his fingers onto your scalp. Keeping your left hand against the back of his thigh to land a slap against his skin to keep him focused. It was something that he found to be shocking, but the hair tugging that followed the surprising hit sent a proper shiver down your spine. You pushed his cock forward again, pushing inside you deeper this time, so his length hit further than the back of your throat.

The motion once more sending Shouto to some other dimension as he hissed your name. The tightness of your throat, the muscle contracting against his thick cock, and the cold drool the dribbled from your lips sent his mind spinning. He only wanted more, and he craved more. With ragged breathing and the sight of his contracting stomach, his hips began to thrust into your mouth, pressing his cock further into your throat. Each desperate thrust had him hitting the back of your throat, drool slipping out of your mouth as you tried to breathe through your nose, groaning against his length, sending vibrations along Shouto’s cock.

Your eyes began to water at the slightly suffocating sensation. Still, you were excellent despite the tears slipped down your cheeks, his hips thrusting into you roughly, the sign of an inexperienced man. Moving your hands to his upper thighs, you tried to slow his forceful thrusts, trying to allocate for time to adjust to his size in your throat. Instead, Shouto’s thrusting hips only stammered more, the sinful noises in your throat, sending only better feeling through his body. His eyes can read your eyes that told him this was okay.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Shouto babbles, his hands clutching your hair, fingers digging into your scalp using it as leverage to move you against his length. “I never thought, shit, I never thought it would feel like this, yes, yes do that!”

Your moans vibrated around his length as you let the larger man manipulate your wet cavern. Your tongue now rolling along his length, tracing the sensitive protruding veins on his cock, and with the speed in which he was thrusting into your mouth, it only heightened the desperate noises pouring from his mouth. So much so that he almost stopped shifting his powerful hips all together.

You felt Shouto’s thrusts stagger as he came closer to his release, his hips speeding up, your head bobbing with his final desperation as he gave a final hard push into your mouth. His tip hitting the far back in your throat, and he came inside you with a snarl. His hands held your head down on his length as you grunted, trying to take in all fast release in one swallow, but some spilled out of your mouth. His hot sticky seed dribbling down your chin.

When you moved pulled to remove his length from your mouth, you immediately closed your mouth, tongue lapping at the cum that escaped your lips.

Crawling back up to Shouto’s face, you gave a tight-lipped smile when his clammy hands rested against your waist, and with fluttering eyes, you connected your lips again. The minority of his cum still sits in your mouth and is pushed into his mouth with your tongue.

You sat up, your lips still connected to his with a string of entangled saliva and cum, his hands coming around to cup your ass, and with the sexiness, only one could achieve through countless times of stripping, you were finally free from your own lingerie.

“What’re you—”

A gust of air ricocheted from Shout’s lungs as his back slammed into the mattress once again, your hands planted against his shoulders, your head cocked to the side with a mischievous smirk. Shouto doesn’t know how to react, for someone who couldn’t shove him out of the doorway was suddenly handling him just fine in bed. But the thought of that stirred his cock back to life, something you noticed the second it rested against your ass. Shouto groaned in embarrassment, but it didn’t matter to you, who arched down to nuzzle his nose. Then you were licking searing stripes along his neck, teeth nibbling and pulling at his ear, digging at the joint of throat and shoulder, Shouto’s tilted chin and swollen wet lips.

Knees dug into the sides of Shouto’s chest, your nails cutting crescents into the slick shining mountains of his shoulders, Shouto hands grasped onto your naked form for dear life, coercing the storm of your shared desire. The impatient and growing unignorable weight of Shouto’s cock slotted between your slick and sopping cunt. Sloppy wet with your untouched arousal, a ticking timebomb of pleasure each time you thrust back against his rehardened cock.

“Y/n, please—” Shouto choked on his words, a lusting cry when he cracked his head back against the soft mattress at the moment you carted his hot cock against your dripping, aching cunt with one firm and delicate palm and your other pressing your weight against his chest. “Oh shit, yes, fuck – yes, more. Please, put it in, y/n. I want, shit, I want you to fuck me properly, y/n—”

“So fuckin’ needy,” your breathlessly giddy reply came, your words soaked the ear and filled Shouto’s head completely. Tightening his grip on your waist to accommodate a stronger hold on you in a desperate thought to sane himself, you began a more frantic rhythm of work-roughened humping. “Is this how you responded back to me when I stream? Do you listen to my instructions the entire time, Shou-to?”

The squelch and wet noises of your hips dragging staccato against Shouto’s throbbing skin was maddening, dumbing him down to strangled huffs and squeaks against your swollen lips. The pulse against Shouto’s own lips raged, a frantic desire for him that both weakened and empowered him to the bone.

Shouto’s finger dug into your skin, leaving imprinted bruises where he touched, his hips slamming up into yours. Wanting more, craving more, and with nothing more to hold from him, you complied and with a wet noise, sunk all the way down against him.

“Shit, shit, wait,” Shouto hoarsely whispered, his nails ripping moons into your skin while he panted against your skin. “You’re too tight, Imma cum, fuck, wait…”

You laughed against his mouth, but you didn’t move, allowing him the time to adjust his brow slick with sweat, eyes closed in concentration. Regardless, your walls fluttered around him while you adjusted, and he shivered with every involuntary move. “You good?” you murmur against his mouth, tongue lapping at his pressed white lips.

He nods once, and you grin, taking that as means to push as far up as you could, and with your entire weight and clench of your muscles, sunk back down against him.

A savage snarl ripped from Shouto’s throat, more animal than man as he tore at your lips, his mouth open with a hot tongue and teeth that tugged at your lips. You had no choice but to open up, letting his tongue meet yours while you felt his cock throbbing against your clenching walls. You met him in full innocent need, your kisses were uncoordinated attack from all angles, his hand working their way to your ass, once again gripping and pulling that the soft and warm flesh.

Your hips rolled against his, lifting up and falling with growing forces,

The small of Shouto’s waist burned raw from how it kept curling into the mattress, his shoulders singing with sharp pain from your fingernails. Your breaths puff against Shouto’s lips as if you had never taken a single deep breath in your life like you’d flung yourself into the open flames just to fuck Shouto. The fill of his cock, the maddening way that his cock filled you out, it made your head spin and your knees tremble. With each twitch of his cock, his protruding veins pushing against your spongey walls, increasing the sensation, sending fire to your curling toes. Your weight pushing heavy on Shouto now, sandwiching him hard against the gentle mattress when he couldn’t meet you in an upwards thrust, too lost in the sensation of your smoldering cunt around his cock.

Shouto’s thighs and stomach quivered in your conquest, his words an unclear babble in his prayer to you. The air was filled with the scent of sex, sweat, cum, and something else. Something you couldn’t put your tongue on, but it stirred you on more with the wet slapping noises of your meeting hips.

It was too much, too much, yet nowhere near enough.

“Y/n, I’m gonna—” Shouto searched for his words a short raspy cry, his cock swelling up and pulsing in your clenching walls, his fingers clenching around the nape of your neck. Bringing you in for another hot kiss. “Gonna—”

“Cum for me,” was the only thing you rasped in his mouth, your lips a deceivingly soft push against Shouto’s bruised lips.

Shouto shot off inside of you like an exploding fire, his eyes squeezed shut so tightly he could only see white and feel you. His grip tightened around your body, pressing you slick against him. But the increased angle is what sends you over the edge, your eyes rolling when your body tenses, pleasure, and relief swallowing you whole when your orgasm overcomes you.

“Shouto,” you mewl in a cracked croak of a voice, your face buried in Shouto’s shoulder as he feels your walls spasm against his cock in almost insane ways.

“That… shit,” he breathes, unable to think.

“Yeah, same,” you mumble, moving to press a kiss onto his lips.

His body rolls off warmth from his skin, and together, the two of you fall asleep on the bed, entangled in sweat and cum and only elation in your blood.

bonus!

“TODOROKI-KUN!” Iida’s voice pierces through his phone when Shouto wakes up the next morning.

“Iida,” he greets, watching while you brush your teeth, studying the various marks on your body from the night before.

“WHY DID YOU RELEASE A SEX TAPE?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Iida?”

“CHECK THE NEWS RIGHT AWAY!”

BREAKING NEWS: PRO HERO SHOUTO CAUGHT IN BED WITH CAMGIRL UNDER THE NAME APHRODITE

It was then that the two of you realized you had never turned off your session.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha x reader #bnha

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scandeniall · 4 years ago

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Dear Diary

song 1: dear diary | good & bad masterlist | prev | next

Pairing: sakusa x reader

Summary/warnings: life has been kicking your ass yet you don’t want to tell sakusa/profanity

WC: 1.5K

“How’ve you been,” you paused debating on answering honestly or not. Switching your phone to speaker, you fiddled with the covers resting beneath your fingers before sighing out. “I miss you Yoomi.” A silence comes settled through the phone line. “How are you doing?” The insistence of your well being causes another sigh to escape your lips. Of course he could tell that something was off even through the phone and a part of you curses his observational skills. “Im just--really fucking stressed,” you mutter out reluctantly.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? Eating real meals and getting proper sleep?” The questions being rattled off on the other side of the phone causes you to crack a small smile at his concern. You could only imagine the furrow in his brows at the thought of a lack of concern for your own health. You almost miss the ending of the questions as he tells you not to lie to him. Your silence causes Sakusa to sigh on the line.

“Sometimes I hate how much you really know me.” You voice the thoughts that had previously been in your head. Sakusa could hear the slightest of background noise as you maneuver yourself under the warm comforter and shifted to get comfortable. “Do you need me to come home.” The words aren’t phrased as a question, and that causes you to quickly shake your head despite the fact that he couldn't see that.

“No-no. Yoomi, it's fine. I just- I just need to get my mind right and relax. I just needed to hear your voice tonight, that's all.” You tell him, despite wanting nothing more than for him to be back with you.He’d been on the road for the last month, a series of away games and such. And right before he left, you’d been out of town on a major business trip. It seemed as if time nor luck were your friend. It’d been at least a month and a half since the two of you were anywhere near one another. He’d still be gone another month and all either of you could do was wait it out.

The silence that followed your response was telling. You could already imagine the way Sakusa has his eyes narrowed in thought. Thinking about whether he should push for your well being or let it go for now. The quietest sigh escaped his mouth from the other side of the phone. He’d made his decision. “I miss you too. I’ll be home soon.”

Life after that phone call seemed to grow progressively worse. Not only had you and Sakusa not been able to squeeze in another talk in the following week, but life sucked. Your job has been giving you more and more responsibility, and allowing you more freedom. On one hand that was great, a celebratory text sent to your boyfriend at the talks of you in for a promotion, however it was tiring. You were coming home later and later, exhausted and starting to neglect your own health.

It’s not you were intentional in the neglect. It just felt too damn hard to come home after a long day and cook a healthy and fulfilling meal. When you were home you were suddenly reminded of just how empty the apartment was without Sakusa. Dust that was normally absent due to his cleanliness began to appear. Dishes piled up more than he would have liked. Whenever you did bother to straighten up at least for his sake, it drained you.

Adulthood was really kicking your ass and it came to a head one night when you woke up sweating. As if life couldn’t drag you down even more, your AC had gone out right during the hottest part of the summer. Come morning you found out that your landlord had gone on vacation and could not and would not be able to fix the unit for at least a week.

So you’d done what you usually did. Sucked it up and forced yourself to push through. Not a word of your woes to Sakusa who had more important matters to attend to other than your slump. You went to work, exhausted yourself there and dragged your feet into the dreaded heat of your apartment.

Upon entering you were automatically hit with a wave of heat, making your already sluggish steps heavier. Kicking your shoes off you offhandedly waved hello to the person seated on the couch before dragging yourself towards the kitchen like it was completely normal. A moment later you stopped in your tracks. “Yoomi?”

The slightest nod from your boyfriend caused you to blink in surprise before launching yourself into his arms. “What are you doing here,” you muttered as his hands ran up and down your back. Pulling away slightly you eyed him. He looked tired. Eyes unusually sunken and you noticed the tiniest sheen of sweat across his forehead. You went to pull away knowing the touch paired with the heat would likely make him uncomfortable. To your surprise, the hands wrapped around your middle didn’t make any moves to release you. “You needed me so I came home.”

You felt a squeeze in your heart as your arms tightened wrapped around his shoulders. “But I didn't say anything—“

“Your voice. On the other week. And then your texts were different.” Of course he noticed. The conversation had already signaled to him that you weren’t the best. Your shaky exhales as you insisted that you were fine and that he didn’t need to come home. Then he noticed the jokes within your texts began to slowly subside. You’d also found yourself saying that you missed him more than usual. “So you came back?”

“I have a 3 day weekend this week. Then I’m back to practicing.” You nodded in understanding the two of you releasing one another and you noticed Sakusa frown. “Why’s it hot?” You explained about the broken AC and about the suffering you’ve endured for the past 2 days. “Did you get any more fans?” He looked annoyed once you denied purchasing any additional appliances knowing he’d had to get that done for you. “You know you’re more susceptible to nosebleeds in the heat right?”

“Thank you Dr. Omi,” you teased, laughing at his scowl from the nickname. The two of you settled onto the couch, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. “It’s common knowledge.” His replies allow a lightness to settle in your heart. One you hadn’t felt in weeks. The two of you settle into a silence for a little while his hand rubbing soft circles on your knee. “You need to take better care of yourself. And tell me when you need me.”

“I didn't want to take you away from your busy schedule,” you hum out. You feel the movement against your knee stop, a former grip replacing it. “I don't care how busy I am, I’m here. Now stop being annoying and tell me things.” You feel yourself jokingly roll your eyes before agreeing. However that wasn’t enough as you heard the scoff from next to you.

“I’m serious. You remember what you told me back in college”

“Pretty sure I told you a lot of things back then,” you tease, taking his closest hand and interlocking your fingers. “You believed in me,” he started catching your eyes. “Told me you always knew there was no limit to me. That means I can handle it. Don’t feel like you’re annoying me.” Your eyes widened at how he remembered that very specific moment.

It was around 4 years ago. He’d just told you that he signed to MSBY, something everyone around him was dying to know. Yet you were the first person he told. He remembered how your eyes beamed as you sat on his lap, your phone camera in his face recording the moment for memories sake. He didn’t even bother swatting it away like he usually did. He’d allowed you to place messy kisses all across his face despite the feel of your tacky chapstick. “Why do you remember that,” you questioned a soft smile gracing your own features.

You notice the shrug of his shoulders as he helped to to sit you sideways into his lap. “Doesn’t matter. Now tell me what’s wrong. And then we’re going to get some fans.” You nodded leaning so that your lips met his for a soft kiss. “I really missed you,” you murmured into the kiss. And while he was only there for the weekend it was enough. He came home for you. The one who has loved and supported him with open arms for the past 5 years. He’d be damned if he didn’t try to make up for it.

So you told him everything on your mind. Laughing every time he scolded you for the little things. “Don’t let the dust build up by the time I get back next month.” To “You need to sleep more.” And in return you got the same. You got the story from the exhaustion laced in his eyes. The hours it took to get to you, and the germs he forced himself to sit through to make it happen. And despite the annoying heat in the apartment, neither of you have felt that good in a while.

a/n: wow i FINALLY got at least 2 consective songs in a row done so now my prev/next is relevant for at least 2 parts. This took a different route than I initially planned for, nor is it exact in its storytelling. It was also started 2 months ago and finished now bc it was kinda hard for me. Anyways hi um did you catch the no limit to you ref? bc yeah i love that and to date still my fav piece ive ever written. you dont have to read that to understand this but its 5.4k words if you have some spare time.

anyways: im about to be on an 8hr car ride so feel free to request stuff. rules

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #hq imagine #hq imagines #sakusa imagines

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haikyutee · 4 years ago

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WAIT DO THE WHATS GOOD SWHATY IS YOUR MAN STILL AROUND PRANK W KARASUNO WISGXLFHVHV

NO CAUSE THIS IS MY FAVOIRTE ONE

daichi

would probably be driving you to get something to eat or sumn

you can’t tell me daichi don’t be driving AND a looking hot AS HELL in the process

got one hand on the steerin wheel and one on the gear shift like stop playin wit somebody feelings 😃

chile anyways so you decide to do this trend cause y’all was chillin at a stop light and traffic had been a lil busy

you whip out your phone and play the sound or whatever and he barely even glances over cause he usually doesn’t mind if you call your friend or sumn right quick

dude hears the “what’s good shawty” and he turns to YOU AND IS LIKE 😀

he knows you ain’t just do that junk in HIS mf car like you lost yo mind

HE SNATCHED THAT MESS OUT YO HAND LIKE “gimme that shit 😠”

ends up tossing it back in your lap cause you reallyyy just caught him off guard wit that 😔

if y’all end up getting ice cream and you go to lick it or whatever (some of y’all bitches bite your ice cream like huh) he’ll push the cone into your face so it gets all up in your nose for payback 😼

sugawara

OK YALL WOULD BE IN THE DAMN GROCERY STORE

this FERAL ASS BITCH IS A TICKING TIME BOMB

he already talking about some “ don’t touch anything i’m tryna get outta here quick 🙂”

DEFINITELY ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO WILL SPAZ IF YOU HOLD ONTO THE CART

y’all would be just looking in the snack isle and then when it’s time to go you’d grip the side of the cart while he pushes it and as soon as you do it he comes to a complete stop and is like “get yo hand off my shit 😃” or “GET OFF THE CART 🤬”

you’d get a few stares no lie

but you decided to do this trend while he was looking at chips or something idk

heard the facetime sound and was like wth we are in a store

as soon as the man starts talking he looks over at you SO FAST

does the face that moms do when they tell you to stop actin up in the store and says “ give me your phone. now. 👹”

tries to get it from you but you give in and tell him it was a prank

“you’re not getting SHIT for dinner lol starve 🤪”

ends up feeding you anyway unfortunately

asahi

was probably in the shower

you didn’t even mean to do it to him honestly

you were just scrolling through tiktok and it ended up playing it by accident

homeboy comes out the shower right when it plays and FREEZES

you felt his presence so you look behind you and he’s just standing there in his towel awkwardly

“🧍”

most likely just laughs it off

brings it back up before y’all sleep

you bust out laughing which kinda makes him feel better no cap

you weren’t getting defensive so that was a good sign

LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE “🌝” AFTER YOU EXPLAIN IT WAS A TIKTOK

MANS SAID SAY LESSSS AND ROLLS OVER TOLAYS ON TOP OF YOU

he a huge ass man so have fun wit that 😜

tanaka

honestly already saw it lol

i can imagine tanaka on his phone all the damn time especially when he’s home like the bitch is always in his mf hand

so you’d be sitting on a bench outside a store waiting for his sister to pick y’all up

he’s already scrolling through tiktok lmao

y’all talked for a good 15 minutes but then it was “cool down” time yk what i mean

you being on your phone you come across the trend and you’re just SO sure it’s gonna work you’re just thinking “oh yeah, this is gonna get em’ 😼”

he kinda just dies inside a little when he hears the facetime ringing like he knows you guys aren’t really talking rn but damn you really left him to his phone huh 😢

hears the voice and at first he is VISIBLY CONFUSED

forces himself to think for a split second and realizes “ohhhh it’s that video”

says “oh i saw that lol”

you know when you send someone something and they say they already saw it

yeah this is the same feeling

if you pout he’ll slide over to your end of the bench and smother you

his sister ends up having to yell at y’all to get in because you weren’t listening

nishinoya

✨pherell ✨

feral but spicy 😼

nah dude just crazy

chases you around the house

it’s like ring around the rosy but with furniture but also if he catches you you’re 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹

it started when you turned your phone volume up so he’d hear it from the kitchen

it ECHOES and you just cringe at how you KNOW his ass heard it 😃

USED TO BE DOING THE DISHES KEY WORDS USED TO

AS SOON AS THE CLANKING STOPPED YOU FR GOT SCARED SKSOSN

LIKE THERES NO GOING BACK NOW

you hear his footsteps and don’t even wait for him to get there you just run 🏃‍♀️ 💨

EVERYTIME YOU LOOK BEHIND YOU YOU SEE HIM “ 👹” AND ITS SCARY

I CANT BRETGW

FINALLY GRABS YOUR ARM AND YOU ALMOST HAVE A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE OF THE SUDDEN DOOM

you are QUICK to tell him it was fake

probably gives you wet willies when you least expect them throughout the rest of the day

you have to guard yourself around him now

it’s like whenever someone tickles you and then you flinch when they move because you think they’ll do it again

ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAS THE NERVE TO SAY “what’re you flinching for? 🤣😈” OH MY GOD

hinata

taking care of his sister for the weekend while his parents are on vacation

you were invited but you were going to come to his house either way because his little sister LOVES you

you get her in on it honestly

so you’re sitting on the couch and going over the plan while hinata is fixing up snacks

he can’t really hear y’all from the kitchen so it’s perfect

the plan is now in full affect

his little sister casually strolls into the kitchen and says “who’s that guy y/n is talking to?”

THIS DUMBASS RUNS TO YOU BUT TRIPS OVER HIS SISTERS SHOES SHE LEFT IN THE HALLWAY EARLIER

by the time he gets to you it’s the “what’s good shawty” and before you could turn around he grabs your phone from behind the couch and it SCARES THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU

learns it’s fake and is all like oh wooooow

complains about getting tag teamed

comes up with ways to get you back and tells his sister but she keeps tattling on him 😔

tsukishima

YALL OM SO SORRY BUT I CANT SAY NUN BOUT THIS MAN EXCEPT FOR THAT FACT THAT HED JUST BE LIKE “this bitch tried it 🙄” LIKE AJAKAKJ

i feel like you’d be hanging out at his house working on a project or something and y’all took a break

he’d hear the facetime noise and just “😐” LIKE HE KNOWS YOU AIN CALLING SOEMONE WHEN YOUR TRYINF TO FINSIH A PROJECT

heard the “what’s good shawty” and goes “pfft”

mans knows you playin because you really thought you was just gon bust that out outta nowhere

probably thinks you’re dumb 💀

like if you were actually cheating on him you’d be smart enough not to answer your other mans call right? he hopes so

pack it up mr. peabody and sherman 🙄

yamaguchi

poor baby

was cuddling with you 😔

it hurted to play the sound but you had to

when it first started, he was perfectly content with you being on the phone like he was honestly about to fall asleep with his head on your stomach anyway 😌

he was zoning in and out trying to watch the movie y’all put on

then the dude started talking and ISJAN POOR BABYYYY

raises his head up like 🥺

YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM ITS NOT REAL IMMEDIATELY

APOLOGIZE NEOW 😡

whines your name

“y/nnnnnn 🙁”

he’s still groggy from being tired but tries to make a mad face

looks cute instead

like super super cute

you had to give him kisses 😤

kageyama

literally didn’t even fucking hear it SKAKJKS

i feel like he would just be doing something and either not care or not hear it AT ALL

he was on The Game ™ and in the middle of a hard part at that

you played that shit with a smirk on your face and he gives you nothing 😎

doesn’t even turn around

doesn’t even glance 👀🚫

you are flabbergasted

appalled

astonished

this bitch get on your nerves on god 😀

and when you tell him what you were trying to do earlier he’s like 🤨

kageyama would literally be the FACE of “chile anyways”

what if he like smacked you upside the head with the CONTROLLER MAKAJWJ BRUH IM DTING

“this bitch tried it 🙄” pt.2

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zombieratt · 4 years ago

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Alright so forewarning this is LONG as FUCK specifically because i came up with this idea in early high school and was just today POSESSEd By the Spirit Of Musical Theatre to put it to paper— er Tumblr.

So without further ado:

DEAR EVAN HANSEN BUT EVAN ISNT A TERRIBLE PERSON AND CONNOR LIVES.

the beginning is the same, canon diverges just after waving through a window.

*this ended up getting written is script format? i also just sorta ignore alana’s whole exsistance bc in this version of the play she’s unnecessary*

In the moments before he talks to Connor evan decides to omit Zoe from his letter, having resolved himself to move on from her. (instead of being a hella creep.)

Connor: “dear Evan Hansen,” what are you writing letters to yourself? *he laughs*

Evan: its, uh, its for my therapist. its just a stupid little assignment that she says is supposed to help me process my feelings or— uh or something

Connor: hm. here. * hands Evan the letter*

Connor: your cast. no one’s signed it.

Evan: uh no. no one has.

Connor: gotta sharpie?

Evan: huh?

Connor: gotta sharpie? im gonna sign it.

Evan: *handing the sharpie to Connor* w- whuh uh why?

Connor: *shrugs* feels right.

Evan: i wish i could do that

Connor: what?

Evan: UH, IMEAN—

Connor: no wait- dude.

Evan: i mean uh, i meant that i wish i could just be, y’know impulsive like that.

Connor: Why Cant you be?

Evan: i uh, my heads pretty messed up, and stuff like that just, makes it worse i guess.

Connor: well theres some thing we have in common— were both fucked up in the head.

*the bell rings*

Evan: oh shoot! i missed the bus—

Connor: i’ll give you a ride.

Evan: are you sure i mean i can walk its not far-

Connor: all the more reason, i probably have to pass it on my way home anyway, cmon.

——

they meet Zoe in the parking lot

Zoe: I have Late practice today

Connor: whatever, gotta passenger.

Zoe: who the fuck would be crazy enough to trust your ability to drive?

Evan *being Brave*: Me Apparently?

Zoe: Uh, Evan Right?

Evan: yeah, uh, yeah.

Zoe *holding her hand out to be shaken*: i’m Zoe, we’ve met though right?

Evan wipes his hand on his shirt and shakes it: yeah, uh, nice to formally meet you, Zoe.

Zoe: i’m off, don’t kill him stoner.

Connor: i wont Princess

Evan breathing heavy: that was,, an eventful ten minutes.

Connor: oh fuck— you cool? or—

Evan: Panic Attack.

Connor: Right, uh

Connor: can you get in the car?

Evan: yeah

*car nonsense*

Connor: Can i start driving or do you want me to wait

Evan: Distractions are good,, Can Uh, Can you Talk about Stuff?

Connor: What stuff!??

Evan: any Stuff!

Connor: Is Zoe okay??

Evan: Sure?!

Connor: Uhh we don’t get along as well as we used to?

we were really close as kids, shes a huge asshole now but *fully venting now*

i kind of miss it you know? having someone to talk to and care about— and i still care about her— but its scary and i always fuck it up! not to mention the fact that our parents hate me— make her see me as some alien and not just a fucked up kid who wants to talk and — (more ranting that i dont feel like writing, but its a whole monologue bro)

Evan: Connor

Connor snaps his mouf shut: yeah

Evan: thanks

Connor: oh that, uh actually helped?

Evan: yeah focusing on your voice and whats real and stuff— it makes a difference.

Neither of them noticed that Connor was just sort of Driving. they end up at the park where in canon Connor commits Sewer-slide.

Evan: i didn’t know there was a park here.

Connor: huh, oh, yeah i guess i just sorta auto piloted, i come here to think.

Evan: About stuff?

Connor: Yeah, Stuff.

*the convo lulls*

Connor: do you have a laptop?

Evan: no, i uh, i left it at home? why?

Connor: give me a second

Connor walks to the car and grabs his back pack out of the back seat

Evan watches Quizzically from the swing-set

Connor pulls out a Sketch Pad and Pen, flipping to a clean page.

Connor: So tell me how to write one of those letters of yours.

Evan: uh, well you start like any other letter- just addressing it to yourself

Connor writing: Dear Connor Murphy,

Evan: and uh, my first one was supposed to be about my ideal summer vacation? since i started in middle school- but you don’t have to—

Connor: thats perfect.

Connor starts to sing for forever,

eventually Evan joins in there is a minor gay moment where they’re holding hands face to face.

the song ends with Connor hugging Evan.

Evan: its- its pretty late.

Connor obviously crying: just— just a couple more minutes.

Evan lets go and grabs Connors sketch book of the ground, closing it and handing it off to him: then how about this, labor day weekend- we actually go.

Connor: what are you talking about?

Evan: being spontaneous?

Connor: o-okay.

and it cuts to black.

theres a small montage here, as the set changes to Connor and Evans bedrooms

sincerely, me is a lament in this context, Connor and Evan are duetting from their respective rooms, writing to themselves.

(the lyrics are completely different and i will not be writing them here because thats too much fucking effort.

but they’re duetting from their bedrooms about making a connection to another person, feeling seen, for the first time. what it felt like and how they really want to keep it up but are afraid of making a mistake and ruining it.

its got some themes of waving thru a window, and a little bit of for forever, but its still largely the same notes just in a different key.)

after wards, Zoe knocks on Connors door to tell him dinner is ready to find him peacefully asleep.

requiem is the same, Zoe sees Connor as Dead to Her instead of actually dead, so some of the wording changes, so and so about how a monster doesn’t deserve peaceful rest etcetera.

school day happens, Connor doesn’t die, but the hot goss is that everyone saw Connor and Evan go home together after school, jared makes a shitty homophobic joke to Evan and Evan kind of tells him off about it. they argue and it culminates in Evan saying “well god forbid I’m friends with someone who isn’t YOU!” or smth like tht and it hits jared right the fuck at home man.

Connor says from the side lines: damn that was pretty hard core dude.

Evan: you have, no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.

Connor honest to god l a u g h s, theres a number of people who hear it and lose their shit, Zoe being one of them: i have a pretty good idea, wanna get some lunch?

Evan: yeah, sure.

this general routine continues until labor day weekend, when they plan to go on their little escape. theres a short scene of Connor leaving the house with his keys and a backpack.

Connors mom confronts Zoe about his oddly upbeat attitude and hows he’s seemed differently lately Zoe Shrugs but decides to investigate his room.

she finds the letters. the first one is for forever, the theme plays as she reads it frantically, and is signed “Sincerely me (connor murphy)” so she knows its him, i f i could tell her begins but its a real duet between Connor and Zoe and at the end she resolves to try harder to connect to him.

Evan sings disappear to Connor after breaking into a formerly public park, in this context its him confessing that he broke his arm attempting su!c!de. Connor records it, for personal reference.

jared hacks Connors phone and steals the video, posting it to yt, in an effort to ruin their friendship.

Evan and Connor get in a little fight about it, and in the meantime Evan is called to the school to give an assembly because hes a phenomenal speaker and Disappear got like 1000000 views over night.

Zoe and Connor bond a little bit in a short scene before the assembly

Zoe: wheres Evan what happened?

Connor: Kleinman Did!

Zoe: what?

Connor: Why Do you care?

Zoe: because! you look happy around him!

Connor: i, i do?

Zoe: yeah? he could tell the worst joke ever written and you’d crack up. i haven’t heard you laugh like that in years Connor, maybe ever.

Connor: oh.

Zoe: Come back inside?

Connor: y, Yeah.

they all perform You Will Be Found together.

end act 1.

(no more dialogue from here i got tired)

to break in a glove is Connor’s dad trying to reconnect with him, it goes mediocrely, but Connor feels like hes being seen by his dad for the first time in years. its said in metaphors, but this is Connors dads way of saying that if Connor is willing to put in the work, so is he. they hug at the end, things are looking up. some talk of therapy is sprinkiled in the dialogue as they walk of stage together.

Only Us is Evan and Connor saying that they saved each other. its loosely romantic, as its a love song, but they don’t out right say that they’re in love or anything, they don’t know if theyre ready for that. its a promise. the song ends with Connor finally apologizing for pushing Evan over at the beginning of the show.

good for you is sung by jared only, as a power ballad, about losing people you didn’t treasure. its his attempt at an apology, but it ultimately fails, since jared is unable to take responsibility for his own actions. this is where jared and Evan go their separate ways.

Evan’s mom comforts him, as he sings words fail, which is about specifically jared, and how their rocky friendship is ruined and Evan pegs himself as the cause, instead of parents or perfect girl he uses metaphors that apply to best friends— maybe more. and talks about how he didn’t try, he was happy so he ignored that jared was hurting, and how that was really shitty of him. but instead of it being a generally somber song the end is lighter, because Connor is there— waving through his front window.

Evans mom sings So Big/So Small as Evan steps out the front door to embrace Connor and they mime talking about jared, hug and take hands. the house moves off stage in preparation for the finale.

Connor and Evan open the finale saying each others names, and sing it together as the test of the cast (minus jared) joins in, Evans mom taking his hand and Zoe Taking Connors, Evans mom the Murphys and Zoe break off to the back where Evan and Connor finish the final “all i see is sky for forever” while looking into each others eyes, and finish the musical by embracing (maybe kissing if thats ur jam).

#dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #evan hansen #zoe murphy #musicals #broadway #deh rewrite i guess?#this is more like the outline of a fic i’ll never write #kd.txt #i was posessed to write this #tree bros

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kyber-kisses · 5 years ago

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Don’t Come Looking (Part.3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Labor, cursing, some good ol’ demons, Dean holding a baby (because that's a fucking warning)

Summary: After months of staying hidden and not seeing your family, You are finally reunited, but not in the way you exactly expected.

A/n: Im sorry it took me so long to get this out lovelies, writers block is no joke. I just hoped it lived up to all of your expectations. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! SPN taglist is open.

Lonely.

If you could use one word to describe the last few months, that was it.

They had been the longest few months of your life. Every minute you weren’t near Dean, it felt like time moved slower. It was lonely moving around by yourself, (then again, you weren’t really alone.) the first few days after the boys had taken off, you stayed with Donna. After that, you took off yourself, ping ponging back and forth across the states, staying low and under the radar, making sure no monsters or demons caught your scent. You never stayed more than a month in one place. The risk of something catching up to you was too high.

Meanwhile, Dean was moving at the speed of a bullet train. When he wasn’t actively cutting off monster heads, he was nose deep in research, looking for the next case. Sometimes he was looking for a new case before he had finished the one he was working on. In the beginning, Sam tried to tell him to slow down- but it was no use. Eventually the younger Winchester gave in and offered his help. Cas wasn’t far behind after that.

Dean had made a promise to you, and he was going to keep it. He was going to do everything he could to make the world a safer place for a child. For his child.

*. *. *. *. *.

With a sigh you leaned back on the porch swing you were currently residing on, feet grazing the stained wood of the porch. The sun had just disappeared beyond the line of trees as a warm breeze tickled your skin. You were glad you were some place warm. You didn’t tend to do well in the cold.

The place you were currently calling home was a place from your childhood. . . More like from a summer from your childhood. You had only been here once, during Fourth of July when you were around twelve. It was a big farm house, nestled in the countryside of southern Georgia, complete with a massive wrap around porch and garden. It used to be a vacation home for your family. . . But that was a long time ago, back when they were all alive.

You would like to think that maybe in another timeline, in another life, you could have lived here, really lived here. One where you could have lived a calm life, free of monsters and blood and every holiday was celebrated and backyard barbecues happened year round.

Before you could fall deeper into your fantasy land, you phone rang, the cracked screen lighting up with Deans name. A smile spread across your face as you swiped to answer, holding the device to your ear.

“Y/n?” Deans voice crackled out of the speaker, gentle and soft.

“Hey, you. Was waiting for your weekly call.”

“Yeah, sorry for being a little late. I fell asleep at the library table.” He admitted, and you could only picture him rubbing the sleep off his face.

“Again? Dean, there’s this thing called getting a good nights rest, you should try it sometime.” You sighed, rubbing your temple as you looked down at your growing belly.

“I’m fi—“ there was a pause as Dean yawned into the speaker, only making you roll your eyes.

“Sure you are. Do me a favor and go to bed. Really don’t feel like hearing you snore into the phone.”

“Seriously, I’m all good. Enough talk about me. How are you?” He asked, his tone laced with a hint of worry. He always asked that, and he always sounded worried.

You paused, trying to think of the best answer to give him that wouldn’t have him worrying more, “I’m fine, apart from the fact that this child I’m carrying keeps kicking the shit out of me every morning at four.” You sighed, hand coming to rest on your belly.

“Oh, that sound like a lot of fun.” Dean chuckled, the sound making you smile.

“You know it.”

Your smile didn’t last long as your mind went through the past months. You felt so lonely, and Dean? Dean was missing so much. The first time the baby kicked, a massive smile covered your face, until you realized Dean had missed it. It was the same with the ultrasound.

“Y/n, you still there?” Deans voice, pulling you back once more.

That’s when you felt the first tears forming in your eyelids, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I just zoned out for a second.” You admitted, rubbing your temple.

“Hey, don’t apologize. It’s fine.” He spoke quickly, trying to assure you.

There was another pause from your end as you battled with your mind, trying to find words, “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

That’s when the dam broke, the words leaving your mouth in shallow sob, “I really miss you.” You choked, “And I’m really sorry for leaving. I’m such a fucking idiot.” feeling the tears finally escape your eyelids, you let out a sigh.

On the other end, Deans face fell, his eyes snapping shut as he hung his head in defeat, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Hey, don’t say that, and like I said before; don’t apologize. You were doing what you believed to be right.” Hearing your shaky voice on the other end was breaking him. All he wanted was to be next to you, holding your hand.

“I should have just gone back to the bunker with you when you found me. If I had done that, you wouldn’t have missed out on all these little things.” You added, shifting in your seat so your elbows could rest in your knees. “But I think the real main reason why I didn’t go back was because I knew that if I stayed in the bunker, I would have wanted to still go on every hunt you and Sam could find. Hunting has been my life for as long as I can remember. Seeing you and your brother work cases would be the equivalent of taunting a dog with a piece of meat. Plus, nine months in the bunker would have driven me insane.” You admitted, waiting in silence for an answer from Dean.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You let out another sigh, falling back into the porch swing, “To be honest, I didn’t really realize it until just now. I think I’m on Dean Winchester withdrawal.”

A small grin tugged on Deans lips as he rested his elbows on the table he was currently seated at, “oh, the the worst type of withdrawal. We should fix that.” He mused.

“Soon. I promise. And then your kind of stuck with me. . . and a baby.” You chuckled.

“Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

Your smile grew as you took in the last few moments you had talking with Dean, “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

*. *. *. *. *.

Three weeks later, you learned two things very quickly.

Very.

Quickly.

One, going into labor is not fun.

Two, it is especially not fun when you have to drive yourself to the nearest hospital while it’s happening.

The sun was beginning it’s decent as your car tore down the empty back roads, the nearest hospital plugged into your GPS. Of course you had to pick a place to lay low so far from a hospital while you were so close to your due date.

Terrible choice on your part.

The headlights from your car quickly illuminated the next sign, telling you that you were over halfway there.

Everything was fine. Everything was going to be just fine.

And then your phone rang, knocking your senses off even more. Quickly swiping, you brought it to your ear, unable to stop the deep breaths you were taking to get air into your lungs.

“Hey, what’s up?” You breathed, letting out a light yell as another contraction racked your body, your face tensing up in pain.

“Y/n? You alright?” Deans worried voice almost echoing through the vehicle as he quickly spit out the words.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you tried to fight the pain, your foot pressing further down on the gas, “Yeah, so about that, funny story-“ you let out an airy chuckle, “I’m in labor.”

You could tell Dean was in the impala because you heard the squealing of tires as clear as day through the phones speaker, along with a muffled shout from Sam telling Dean to give him a warning next time.

“I’m sorry, your what?!” Deans voice cracking as he yelled.

You let out another strangled yell as another contraction hit, “in labor, yeah. Surprise.” You panted.

On the other end Dean was looking at his brother, the fear in his eyes becoming incredibly clear.

“Y/n, where are you?! And this time you better fucking tell me!”

“Uh, Fa-Fayetteville Georgia.” You stumbled, squinting at the next sign you passed. “I’m driving to the hospital now.”

“I’m sorry, you’re driving?!” Dean sputtered, eyes widening with each second, making Sam believe he was in the verge of a panic attack.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you like me to pull over on the side of the road and deliver this baby myself?” You fired back, white knuckling the steering wheel as you did.

“Damn it, just get to the hospital. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” With that he ended the call, throwing his phone into Sam's lap.

Within seconds, Dean was yanking the wheel of the impala and making a sharp u-turn on the road they were on, making Sam's head collide with the window with a thunk. In another few seconds, Dean was climbing over the speed limit and shooting down the interstate.

The only thought in his mind was getting to you.

*. *. *. *. *.

After a lifetime of hunting, you had been thrown, punched, slapped, knocked out, stabbed, shot- the list could go on.

But labor made all those other things seem like a walk in the park.

Labor fucking sucked.

You couldn’t recall pulling up to the hospital, and you definitely didn’t remember the medics helping you inside.

One minute you were in your car, the next, you were propped up in a hospital bed, screaming bloody murder, which was mostly a long string of curse words. The contractions were awful, hitting you like a truck every few minutes, white hot pain taking hold of every limb in your body, coating you with a layer of sweat.

You knew no concept of time in those very long hours. The pain muting all other senses. You were almost surprised when the doctor began telling you to push.

Where was Dean?

Blinded and so preoccupied by the pain you completely failed to notice the flash of black eyes as one of the nurses passed by. . .

*. *. *. *. *.

With the speed the impala was going, Sam swore he could feel himself being pushed back into the leather of the seat. The car probably looked like a streak of lightning as Dean blasted through the south, hands white knuckling the steering wheel.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Dean whipped around to look at his brother, eyes glazed with fear and begging for reassurance.

“She gonna be fine, Dean. She’s the strongest person we know.” Sam nodded, giving him a small smile.

“okay, okay.” Dean mumbled to himself, nodding his head as he turned his attention back towards the road.

Long story short, Dean made what should have been a twenty three hour car ride into a clean twelve. He was surprised the wheels weren’t smoking as he gave one final tug to the steering wheel, the back end of the impala swinging as he pulled up to the front doors.

Sam barely had time to regain his bearings before Dean was yanking the keys out of the ignition and tossing them at Sam. Dean was oblivious to most of his surroundings as he threw open the drivers side door and vaulted out of the vehicle, slamming it shut behind him and rushing through the sliding glass doors, leaving Sam behind.

Jade eyes quickly locked on to the woman behind the front desk and Dean was running forward, placing his hands firmly on the counter.

“I’m looking- I’m looking for Y/n Y/l/n.”he panted, eyes desperate and still very much filled with fear.

The woman simply nodded, swiveling in her chair as her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up your name and room number.

As each second ticked by, Dean grew more impatient, pacing back and forth until he was leaning over the counter, “Okay, is there maybe any way you could do this faster?” He shrugged lightly, still out of breath.

The woman looked up at him through her glasses, staring daggers into him before turning back to the screen, resuming her search.

“Dean Winchester?”

The sudden voice sent Dean spinning on the spot, eyes settling on the nurse walking down the hallway towards him, her hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He stepped forward, now ignoring the other woman behind the desk.

The nurse let out a light laugh, shaking her head as she tucked a clipboard under her arm, “No, but y/n was saying that a flannel clad man might burst through the doors.” She gave him a smile, motioning with her head to follow her back down the hall.

Deans eyes narrowed momentarily, not fully trusting the woman in front of him. He stayed close on her heels though, his mind taken up with thoughts of you.

It had been so long since he had last seen you. You and your big y/e/c eyes, and contagious smile. Every fiber in his being was itching to see you.

Pushing one of the buttons to the elevator, the nurse turned slightly to look at Dean, “you know, your wife is quite a badass.”

The hunter froze momentarily before stepping into the elevator, “Oh, uh- she’s not my-“

“Oh, well anyways, she’s quite the powerhouse. Never seen anyone like her.” She grinned.

For the first time in awhile, Dean smiled, even if it only was for a second, “Yeah, she’s one of a kind, easily the bravest person I have ever met.”

There was silence for a moment as the elevator shifted, And then the doors slid open, and Deans eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the uneasiness in his gut skyrocketing.

There was no way you were being held on this floor of the hospital. It looked like it was in the middle of a renovation, scaffolding and tools littering the area, the lights dull and flickering.

And the very strong scent of of sulfur.

As his hunter instincts kicked in, he whipped around, only for a solid figure to harshly slam into him, knocking him out of the elevator.

Dean stumbled, trying desperately to regain his balance on his feet as he patted himself down, hoping that Ruby’s knife was somewhere in his jacket. Thankfully his fingers wrapped around the blade and he was whirling around, weapon raised as the nurse advanced, eyes filling with an inky black.

“Come on, can I please just catch a break?” Dean sighed, flipping the knife as he stepped backwards, “kinda in a rush here.”

The demon smirked, swiping her leg out in front of her, knocking Him to the ground quickly, the knife sliding across the linoleum tiles and away from his hand.

He barely had time to move before she was straddling him, pinning him firmly to the floor, a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Okay, now this was too easy, I was hoping for a bit more of a fight.” She laughed, Dean struggling violently against her hold, making her grip tighten.

“Why are you here?” Dean hissed, his head lifting from the floor, eyes blazing as he stared up at his attacker.

“Why do you think? For your sweet baby girl of course.” She smiled, letting her nails dig into the flesh of Deans wrists as she felt him pause in his struggle, eyes ever so slightly glazing over in surprise. “Oh, you didn’t know? Oopsy. . . .”

“If you have touched either of them, I swear—“ Dean growled, only to be cut short by one of her hands slamming down over her mouth, rendering him silent.

“You’ll what? Kill me?” The demon raised an eyebrow, “because I don’t exactly see you getting out of this one, and once I’m done with you, I’m gonna take a trip down to y/ns room and do the same thing to her, and then I’ll take the little ankle biter.”

Dean felt his heartbeat thundering in his chest, his blood boiling as he clenched his jaw, still trying to fight desperately against the demons hold, “How did you even find her?”

“By pure accident actually.” She shrugged, “I was working a crossroad deal a town over a few weeks ago, when I caught a glimpse of your sweet little y/n. She was just going about her day, grocery shopping I think- “she smiled again, feeling Dean writhe under her, “been keeping an eye on her ever since, waiting for the right moment to strike-“she paused, eyes shifting to look at the clock on the wall, “Which should be soon, seeing as she’s been in labor for quite awhile now.”

That’s when the anger in Dean bubbled over quickly, and he was thrusting his head forward, slamming it into the demon chin and successfully sending her falling backwards, clutching at her face. The hunter rolled, hand fusing the blade once more before rushing forward and driving it into her chest.

“Think again, you black eyed bitch-“ Dean breathed, watching firmly as the demon sparked, only slumping to the floor when he yanked the blade back out.

At the same time, the elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal a very surprised and confused Sam. The younger Winchesters eyes falling from his brother to the corpse in front of him.

“What the hell happened?”

Wiping the blade over his jeans, Dean stepped over the body, handing the weapon over to his brother, “demon. How the hell did you find me?”

“Uh, I went to y/ns room briefly, saw that you weren’t there, thought something had happened,” Sam paused, eyes going back to the demon, “which clearly, it did-“

Upon hearing your name, Dean snapped back into focus, remembering why he was there in the first place, eyes widening as he drew in a breath, “Y/n, is she okay?”

“Yeah, from what I saw briefly-“ there was another pause as he read his brothers expression, shoulders relaxing, “Go. I’ll take care of this and meet you down there. The two of you have been apart for too long already. . . She’s on the third floor.”

Giving Sam one last look, along with the demon on the floor, Dean gave him a small nod, sucking in another breath before rushing into the elevator, and rapidly pressing against the proper button that would take him to you.

That elevator ride was the longest of his life, and he found himself pacing the interior until the doors rolled open once more, revealing a bustling hallway.

This time though, he kept his guard up, watching each set of eyes he passed until he found a nurse that he knew he could trust, quickly asking them where he could find you. They quickly pointed him down another hallway, and he was off again.

It felt like another lifetime had passed by the time his eyes fell on your room number, his breath catching in his throat as he froze in front of the threshold, the door already propped open.

He couldn’t help that his eyes began to glaze over with tears as he stood there, it had been months since he had last seen you, seen your smile, your eyes. So much had happened, and in all those months, it had felt so empty without you.

The lights in your room were turned down low, your back facing him as you laid slightly on your side, the much smaller form almost completely hidden by your own.

Dean didn’t know why he was frozen, why he was afraid to enter, but here he was.

“Are you just gonna stand in the doorway, or are you gonna come in?” You spoke softly, already knowing full well who was behind you.

Hesitantly, Dean stepped into the room, taking slow steps towards your bed, even though all he wanted to do was rush forward and pull you into a bone crushing hug.

And then his eyes finally found her, and Dean Winchester was a goner. Wrapped in a bundle of blankets and tucked gently against your chest was the cutest baby he had ever laid eyes on. He hadn’t even held her yet, and she already had him wrapped around her finger.

Tearing your own eyes away from the small human nestled against you, you locked on to a very familiar set of jade eyes, ones you hadn’t seen in a very long time, which only made another round of tears pool up behind your lids.

“Dean?”

The hunter let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, giving you a relieved smile, “Hey, Sweetheart. You miss me?”

“You know I did.” You quickly nodded, letting tears trail over the bridge of your nose before turning your eyes back to the infant besides you, your index finger being grasped by the smallest hand you had ever seen. Shifting, you moved to cradle your daughter against your chest, “you wanna meet her?”

Dean found himself speechless again as he sidled you next to your bed, nodding. You gave him a soft smile as you once again shifted, allowing him to take the baby in his arms. In that moment, his heart instantly melted, shoulders relaxing as he let out a light chuckle, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She was so small, so fragile- and he never wanted to let her go.

“Nice work, baby mama.” He chuckled again, eyes moving to meet yours.

“Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit,” you grinned, propping yourself up more on the bed as Dean sunk down to sit besides you, “she’s got your eyes, you know.”

“Then let’s hope she has your smile. . . “ Dean slowly fell silent for the millionth time, completely in awe at the small bundle cradled against his chest, “does she- does she have a name yet?”

Resting your chin against Deans shoulder, you glanced down at the small child in his arms. “I really like the name June.” You hummed, allowing her to latch on to your finger again, “but if you don’t like it, we can keep brainstorming.”

“No, no! It’s great, she’s great.” Dean smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple.

“Almost like that Beatles song you hum all the time, the one your mom loved? Hey Jude.” You added, watching as Dean gave you a starry eyed look.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You drew your eyebrows together, pulling back in slight confusion.

“I really missed you.”

Your face fell at his words- you couldn’t help it. It just reminded you of how lonely the last few months had been, and you felt so ashamed. “I’m so sorry. I never should have left. It was a mistake. I was selfish, and because of that, you missed out on things you should have been there for.” You admitted, allowing yourself to sink back against the bed.

“Woah, hey, stop apologizing. You are not selfish, and sure, even though I missed out on some things, I’m here now- I’m not gonna miss anything else. . . You’re stuck with me, y/n.” And then he was leaning forward, as much as his position would allow, and sealing his lips against your own.

He had missed you. God, he had missed you so much. . . And you had missed him- probably even more.

The moment he pulled away, his eyes were back on June, almost missing the sad look on your face as you gazed back down at her.

“Hey, you alright?”

You shook your head, tracing the pad of your thumb lightly over her small cheek, “you know, I don’t know it was possible to love something this much, and to be honest. . .” You took a deep breath, “a part of it feels awful. All I want to do is protect her from the world, keep her tucked away so she’ll never be hurt. . . But that’s not possible, and that just breaks my heart.”

Dean felt his face fall as he listened to you. He understood what you were saying, he felt it in his gut. “Well, we can do our best.” He nodded, resting his head against yours, both set of eyes glued to June.

“Yeah, we can.”

Another pause.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get here earlier, but trust me when I say I flew fifty over the speed limit almost the entire way.”

You let out a yawn, eyes blinking slowly as your tiredness only settled in more, “I’m not surprised at that, and it’s alright. Sure, it was the most painful thing I have ever experienced, and my voice is practically gone due to the amount of screaming and yelling I did,” you shrugged, falling back against the pillow, “but hey, I survived.”

“Well, you are a survivor, you probably made this all look like a walk in the park.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips, “I wouldn’t say that, but thank you.”

There was a knock on the door, making both of your heads spin around, conversation falling silent, replaced with small smiles.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Y/n.” The other Winchester stepped into the room, striding up next to your bed, “sorry I didn’t say hi earlier, had to go find this idiot for you.” He smirked, slapping a hand over his brothers shoulder.

You and Dean both watched as Sam's eyes lit up at the sight of June, drawing in a small breath.

“That’s alright, and you are welcome to hold her if you want. . . That is if Dean is willing to hand her over.” You raised an eyebrow at the man perched next to you.

His face fell momentarily before he caved in, “fine.” Getting up from his spot, he rounded the bed, passing the small new-born over to his brother, taking extreme care as he did.

“You drop her, I drop kick you out the door.”

“I’m not gonna drop her, Dean. God, trust your brother at least a little.” Sam sighed, adjusting his arms as he looked down at June. “She definitely won the gene pool.” He smiled.

You didn’t have time to get in any words before Dean spoke up, “I know right?!” He exclaimed, nodding, “We have the most beautiful baby ever!” Extending a hand, he allowed you to high five him, his grin wide and happy.

This man, you swore-

“Sam, how many panic attacks did he have on the way here?” You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow as you tried to change the subject.

“Bold of you to assume he had multiple. It was more like one long ass panic attack. Pretty sure he broke the steering wheel with how hard he was gripping it.”

“Okay, that a bit of an exaggeration-“ Dean tried, “I was fine.”

Looking up from June, Sam raised both brows, “Dean, we both know that’s a lie.”

Dean pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding. He definitely had not been fine. He had been consumed with panic, and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt like throwing up a few times.

But he was here now, and that was all that mattered.

There was another wave of silence and then he was stepping forward again, motioning at his brother, “Okay, you’ve held her long enough. Give her back.”

You smiled, watching as Sam rolled his eyes, surrendering June back to Deans arms, his eyes lighting up the moment he was holding her again.

June already had Dean wrapped so tightly around her finger that it was almost hilarious. He deserved something good in this life, and this was it.

“Dean, you alright?” You slowly questioned, swearing you could see his eyes gloss over as he nodded, ever so slightly rocking June in his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, still just getting used to this and all.” He admitted, walking back over to you and finding his place once more on the bed.

You let out another yawn, trying desperately to rub the sleep from your eyes, catching Deans attention.

“You should get some sleep. You need it, and we arent going anywhere.” He promised, one of his hands reaching out to squeeze yours.

You wanted to fight him on it. You hadn’t seen him in months and the last thing you wanted right now was to close your eyes.

But you were so fucking tired.

You caved, nodding slowly, “I’m glad you came looking for me.” You mumbled, eyes slowly blinking shut.

“Always. I gotta protect my girls.” Deans smiled, eyes shifting between you and June, seeing you already asleep.

Never in a million years did Dean Winchester ever believe he would get anything like this. That he would be this lucky, yet here he was.

Dean rose from the bed once more, pressing his lips softly against June’s forehead, letting them linger for a moment as he lived in the moment. She was so small, and so breathtaking. He still couldn’t quite believe he had had a part in creating her. He was so used to destroying thing, that even the thought of creation alone left him speechless.

“You sure you’re alright?”

Dean almost jumped at the sound of his brother, momentarily forgetting that he was there.

Dean smiled again, feeling the infant grab onto his index finger. “Yeah. You still carrying that ring I told you to hold on to for me?” Eyes darting back to your sleeping form, heart swelling.

The End.

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txthearteu · 4 years ago

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extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @soobindipity 🥰 thank you bb 😌❤️

tagging @btxtreads @choisoobinie @unlocktxt @bffsoobin (this one is long so feel free not to do it ahahahaksksksks)

note: i found the breakers somewhere here in tumblr but i forgot who the owner is, so full credits to whoever owns these breakers

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course it’s their debut song Crown. I have to admit, I listened to them not because i discovered them but because of the whole “bighit is releasing another boy group” fiasco. people thought the hype would die down, i did too, but to this day the boys never failed me. they consistently made me happy with the content they gave out for everyone to enjoy. also adding, i think i’m attracted to them more (compared to their seniors) since they’re around my age– something in which i feel like i can relate to (in terms of the content they put out, or the jokes, etc)

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a music artist (pop star) 😔

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

travel to Japan and explore the place 😩

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

chopsticks hahahahaha because i usually eat using the spoon and fork when i eat out

favourite type of plushies and why?

anything twotuckgom related! they’re so soft and convenient because of the size. i also kinda wanna buy the bolsters 👀

favourite song right now?

i don’t have any but if you ask what i’ve been jamming to i’d say its city girls by chris brown

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

producing music, japanese, korean, hacking

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

so in the city where i live, there are places in which the canals don’t have any stoppers. i saw this kid walking with his family alongside these canals and he was just vibing with the song he was singing to. he was so into the song he was singing that he missed a step and he kinda slipped and fell in to the canal (don’t worry though there weren’t any serious injuries) and i swear it was a funny sight

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones! when the opportunity is present then i’d listen to my music with no outside noise

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

corndogs 👀

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since i’m on spotify family

😌✌️

questions from eri to me:

what’s the best trip/vacation you’ve ever had?

the vacation i had in Japan last year! 10 days never felt so short in my life and i was planning to go back earlier this year but you know...’rona....

do you have any random fears/phobias? if yes, what are they?

i’m the toughest gal everyone knows but i get really creeped out by butterflies or bugs. i also get scared with inanimate objects that look like a human being when it’s laying still in the dark, i’m scared of mirrors as well HAHA.

weirdest food you’ve ever eaten?

worms

do you have any hidden talents? what can you do?

i can curl my tongue into what seems to resemble a three-leafed clover. i can also mimic voices well and, from what my friends said, i could actually dance well and im super fast in picking up choreography hahaha (ok but it’s what they said okay)

what is an activity you’d like to try out someday?

biking/hiking/camping :>

when did you get your first phone and what type of phone was it?

i think it was back in 4th grade and it was the famous nokia 3310

what is a movie you never get tired of watching?

flipped!

biggest pet peeve?

i absolutely get annoyed when someone tries to rush me and by the time i’m ready, they haven’t readied themselves

earliest childhood memory?

i put sand in this ice-cream-cone-looking rock, and i ate the sand thinking it tasted like ice cream

as a child, what did you want to be? what about now?

a music artist (pop star), until now that’s still my dream but unfortunately, i had to be “practical”

✌️😌

questions from me to you:

android or apple? why?

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

if someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

favorite season and why

what made you enter tumblr?

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: cj

birthday: oct 12

zodiac: libra

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino (and my dialect), lil teeny bit or korean and japanese kskskskksks

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5'1 and a half (spare me the half pls im trying to act tall)

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: to put it simply, i love txt

blog established: start of quarantine

followers: 43 lovely followers!

FAVORITES

favourite animals: do you know cat and dog?

favourite books: anarchy by styleslegend (swear i've been hyping it since my 1d days) ; the tale of heidi by johanna spyri

favourite colour: yellow/brown/black (can’t choose)

favourite fictional characters: hulk, hinata shoyo, tomoe (from kamisama kiss)

favourite flower: i don’t have any ahahahhaha

favourite scent: mens perfume/deoderant

favourite season: spring

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 6-9

cats or dogs: (i love them both but i really love dogs but i just wanna hug them both because i love both cats and dogs)

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee is my go to energizer, for some chill time i’d go for hot choco

current time: 22:34

dream trip: japan(again)/australia/europe 😩

dream job: music artist 😔

hobbies: playing instruments [violin piano ukelele sometimes guitar and drums], listening to music, writing songs, beatboxing

hogwarts house: slytherin

last movie watched: oh dear god i cant remember HAHA

last song listened to: bbibbi by iu

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, i’d combine mint choco and bubblegum ice cream; when i’m bored i try to re-read all my past lessons AHAHAHAHAHA; currently in a 5-year relationship akshsskskssjsjduskgkad

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to

city girls - chris brown, young thug

angel or devil - tomorrow by together

paradise - bts

zombie - day6

see you again - tyler the creator, kali uchis

dally - hyolyn, gray

love - kendrick lamar, zacari

redemption (with babes wodumo) - kendrick lamar, zacari

pyramids - frank ocean

all in - monsta x

#this was long #but i enjoyed answering it hehe #i'm having a music slump rn so my music choices aren't updated aksshshhshsjsjjsks #i love you all #love me back #🥰❤️

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hockeytrashgoblin · 5 years ago

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Take it out on me Part 4

A/N: Hey yall sorry this took so long I was away on a mini vacation and then worked bootkicked me in the ass. But here it is finally. I wanted to give you guys a part that was one of the better days for the two of them since people didn’t really like that he was always mean. So here’s a good day for you guys! I hope you enjoy!

I was waiting for the bus to get back to the arena so I could bring Auston home. He hadn’t spoken to me since he left and that really hurt. But I tried to ignore it and spent the whole morning preparing stuff to welcome him home with. I tried to make myself look presentable in jeans and a nice coat. I curled my hair too which was a fucking challenge with a broken hand but I somehow managed extremely loose curls. I made him his favourite cupcakes and a healthy stew that he really likes for dinner. I had cleaned the whole house to the best of my ability. I couldn’t fold clothes and I knew that wouldn’t go over well but I had tried. I didn’t do any dishes but that was because I got plastic forks and paper plates. The cake dishes were in our rarely used dishwasher. I hoped he would enjoy everything.

I saw the bus pull in and was shocked when I realized I was more excited to see a certain redhead than I was to see my husband. I had been talking to Freddie every night of the road trip. He called me every night to see how I was and just talked to me without getting angry. It was really nice.

The boys started piling out of the bus and I waited excitedly for mine to come out. William was first and he gave me a big hug. Next was Mitch who hugged me a little too hard.

“Mitchy be careful! I’m broken!” I giggled trying to break free from the death grip.

“What the fuck?! I’m so sorry are you okay?” Mitch asked letting go of me immediately. William smacked him in the back of the head. “Hey!”

“Good going idiot.”

“I’m okay Mitch it’s okay. Just hug nicer next time.”

“What happened?” Morgan asked coming in giving me a small hug.

“Oh ya know. I’m just clumsy. It was really nothing. Just hit it against the island by accident.” I said shrugging as they laughed. Auston was still on the bus which was weird but Freddie had just come off the bus and was walking over to me. He hugged me tight around my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“How are you?” he asked quietly.

“Okay. I just had to lie to the boys about my hand. It’s hard lying to them.”

“I’m sorry you had to do that (Y/N).”

“It’s okay. How was the bus ride back?” I asked pulling away from him.

“It was good. Traffic was bad though so it was long. Auston just woke up when we got here so that’s what’s taking him so long.”

“Oh okay. Yeah I was wondering about that.” Freddie just nodded and we were quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

“You look really pretty.”

“Freddie come on, don’t lie to me.” I said rolling my eyes.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. I genuinely think you look pretty.”

“Thank you..” I said blushing before trying to make a joke out of it. “I actually tried to look like a real human today.”

“Well you always look nice, it’s not much different than usual. You shouldn’t have tried so hard though, what about your hand. This couldn’t have been easy.” he said touching a curl.

“It wasn’t. I wanted to look nice for Auston for once so I don’t embarrass him.”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about how you look any other time.” he said meeting my eyes with a really intense look. I couldn’t maintain eye contact though and had to look at the ground. He cleared his throat before speaking up again “Well I should really head back home. I’ll see you later. Remember to call or text if you need anything.”

“I don’t want to bug you on your first night back.”

“Don’t say that shit. You don’t bug me ever. I’ll text you tonight.” he gave me a smile before leaving, waving goodbye to Auston. Auston saw me and walked over a little quicker.

“Hi love.” I said smiling at him.

“Hi.” he said with a big smile, putting his hands on my waist. “You look gorgeous (Y/N).”

“Thank you.” I said blushing.

“I love that you still blush when I compliment you..you’re so cute.”

“You.” I said reaching up to give him a lingering kiss. “Are you ready to go back home?”

“Absolutely.”

“I have a couple surprises for you back at the house.” I told him getting into the car.

“Baby that’s so sweet. Thank you so much.” he had a big sweet smile on his face while he looked at me. This was the Auston I had fallen in love with and wanted to marry. I missed him.

“Anything for you, love.”

We started driving back and he tried to hold my hand but then realized the cast finally.

“(Y/N) what happened?!”

“I um..I broke my hand.”

“Baby girl how?” he asked concerned. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just clumsy Aus, you know that. And I’ve broken the same bone before so it was weak. It hurts a little but it’s more itchy than anything.”

“I’m so sorry that happened baby.”

“Ehh, it was only a matter of time.”

We were quiet the rest of the way home. It was not anywhere near as comfortable as it was with Freddie but it was fine. We got to the apartment and made our way inside. He took his bag to the laundry room and met me in the kitchen.

“Something smells really good in here.”

“I made your favourite!” I said turning to look at him and the table. I continued dishing out the food.

“You’re the best.” I brought him his food and turned to go back and get mine but he pulled me back to him for a kiss.

“What was that for?”

“I just really love you and I’ve been doing a really bad job of showing it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Aus. I love you too.” I gave him another quick kiss and then went to go get my food. I sat across from him and we dug in. “I’m sorry the pieces aren’t cut up very well. I was really struggling cutting stuff with my left hand..”

“That’s okay baby, no need to be sorry. It tastes great, it doesn’t have to look perfect. Especially not when you look perfect.” he added giving me a cheesy wink.

“Oh my god shut uuuup.” I said blushing and giggling.

“Never.”

“Anywaaaays, how was the road trip?”

“It was pretty good, I think. I wish I could get out of the slump I’m in but that’ll come eventually I guess.”

“Auston of course it will. Everyone gets in slumps. I wish I could make you feel better and fix it for you. You’re still playing incredibly though, don’t discount that. You’re still helping the team win.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“If you weren’t there bringing the puck into their end and setting up chances for the guys the team wouldn’t be winning. You’re still valuable even in a slump. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks, that really means a lot and I needed to hear it tonight.” he said blushing slightly.

“Wow Auston Matthews blushing..crazy.”

“Stop.” he said covering his cheeks

“Cute.” I said smiling getting up and taking the dishes to the sink. Auston followed behind and wrapped his arms around me making me laugh.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked quietly against my skin.

“You’re just so cute tonight. I can’t help it.”

“I just want to be close.”

“Well I always want you close so this is okay with me.”

“I know you do. Always so touchy.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not usually.”

I decided to not engage in that fight waiting to happen. I just leaned back against him instead.

“Will you help me put the stew into a different dish so I can put it in the fridge?”

“Of course. Go sit down, I got it.” I sat down watching him move around the kitchen and putting the food away.

“If you look under that tray there’s another surprise for you.” I said smiling at him.

“You’re too good for me.” he said after getting a cupcake.

“I am not you ween. Do you like them?”

“Yes babe, these are so good.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“I’d love to. You can pick if you want. I got us Disney plus so we can watch one of those movies you like?”

“Oh wow thank you Auston! Are you sure you don’t want to pick?”

“No you pick. I just want to be close to you and spend time with you. I’m going to do up these dishes since you can’t and I’ll be right there.” he kissed my forehead and I left the room feeling slightly annoyed but I didn’t want to let it ruin the night so I got into the media room and sent a text to Freddie.

‘Aus is doing the dishes’

‘Well that’s nice’

‘It’s the first time since we got married last year that he has. He’s doing it because I can’t.’

‘That’s not so nice.’

‘No it isn’t. He keeps trying to bait me into a fight and it’s getting really frustrating’

‘I can see how that would be annoying.’

‘We’re having a good night and i don’t want it ruined but he seems dead set on ruining it.’

‘Im sorry (Y/N).’

‘It’s okay.’

‘Are you doing anything tomorrow? Wanna hangout?’

‘Yeah sure! I’d like that :)’

“Who are you talking to babe?” Auston said coming in.

“Just Freddie. We might hangout a little tomorrow if that’s cool?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Maybe he can take you to pick out something nice to wear to christmas dinner with my family?”

“Yeah maybe! I’ll see tomorrow.”

“Sounds like fun babe. Now can we please cuddle?”

“Hang on.” I said standing up and getting out of my jeans before sitting back down. “Now yes.”

“What the heck was that?”

“Jeans are too tight to cuddle in. I was tired of them.”

“You’re fucking hot.”

“No funny business Aus. Cuddles and movie.”

“I’ll try my best.” he said smirking.

“You’re a dork.” I put on my favourite disney movie and sat back under Auston’s arm. He pulled my legs over his and put his other hand on my legs. He watched the movie for a little while undistracted but then his hands started to travel. I ignored him when he squeezed my butt which made him stop for a little while. Auston was all about reaction when it came to stuff like that so not getting one made him stop. Of course not for long though and he started kissing my neck. It took everything in me to not give a reaction. He let out a loud groan.

“You need something babe?” he flipped me over so he was laying on top of me.

“Pay attention to me.”

“Come here you big baby.” I said shifting so he rested in between my legs and pulled him in for a long slow kiss.

#leafs #maple leafs #auston matthews #Freddie Andersen #freddie x reader #frederik andersen #fiction

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prontaentrega · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Miguel O'Hara?

you can’t do that you know. you can’t come here and make me talk about miguel o’hara. that’s fucked up.

i’ll be honest miguel isnt my favorite 2099 character he’s like. third or fourth on the list but when youre reading a comic from 1992 with characters that never show up again in any comic ever you have to settle for the main character u_u i like the whole 2099 concept more than i like miguel himself

but yeaaa i like miguel i love miguel. i have a type and its characters that are tired of everything but they keep helping people and doing good because i guess SOMEONE has to do it. he needs a paid vacation from his real work and from being spiderman.

All vol1 is just miguel trying his best to protect people he cares about but most of those people hate him and are also doing everything in their power to get themselves killed. i love old superhero comics with secret identity shaenanigans and miguel delivers and its so fun. all his relationships with friends and family are fucked up and its mostly miguels own fault but he still cares for all of them and is trying to mend the relationships but he keeps fucking up. go to therapy king

I think its so funny that no one has ever drawn miguel the same like his face is different on every comic he’s in. he always has strong features and an identifiable face its just never the same.. in sm2099 vol1 he had a really square face and red hair and a strong jaw and in vol2 his face is thin and he has high cheekbones and straight brown hair.. who is this man. i miss his dark red hair :(

he has fangs and red eyes and is there an explanation for that. like a real explanation. no. spiders dont have red eyes and fangs. they just wanted to make him hot and i can respect that. im also convinced his og suit isn’t blue it’s actually black but thats how old comic coloring worked... but the blue/red gives it a 90s look and i like that. also black/red are miles colors

OH AND HIS SKIN SHOULD BE DARKER he’s mixed his mom is brown stop making him so pale. and im kinda disappointed in how his latinidad was waaay more present in the comic from 1992 than in any recent comic??? whats up with that

also im tireddd im tired of present time. he should go back to his time and his old supporting cast i really dont care about v2 and 3 bc im not here for spiderman 2016!! its not bad i just miss the future. i think the selling point of spiderman as a concept at least for me is the supporting cast, the secret identity and the everyday problems? and 2099 is fun bc its the future but most of miguels problems are still related to his work or his family its just spiderman but in the future and i love that. so i dont care about spiderverse or spidergeddon or time travel just let him go back to his life and his work and his family

i started reading some of the new 2099 comics but theyre whatever and theyre rebooting miguel and i dont like them why do we keep doing this. vol1 was GOOD why are we pretending it doesnt exist now

TLDR miguel my friend miguel :) i love him wish he had more comics that are actually good and not events

unrelated but the “thoughts on_” format makes me think of fallout 4 dialogue

#sorry for the long post im just *vibrates* MIGUEL TIME #anons #answered

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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years ago

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15x06 Commentary

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Nat : ok i'm here, who else is

Giulia: Ya

Nat : Where's Zee

Giulia: Looking for spoilers probably

Nat : apparently

Zee: Shut up

Nat : Can we start?

Nat : GO

Giulia: Well i didn t need this again tho

Giulia: Nor this

Nat : SoMEthInG WeNt WRoNG

Giulia: And that

Zee: Who did?

Giulia: I hate this

Zee: I want Crowley to appear

Giulia: How I want all my selfies

Giulia: Alohmora- No wrong show

Nat : Rowena has a portrait of herself like

Nat : I kinda recognize this woman

Nat : "witch"

Giulia: How fucking dare

Zee: Why?

Nat : HEy

Nat : Calm the fuck down

Giulia: Is there a need to break everything?

Nat : She really has her panties in a twist

Giulia: What’s that dean jacket

Nat : Ah right

Giulia: AH Serves you right

Giulia: They do the blood from eyes real bad ok

Nat : If that's the only thing

Giulia: What

Zee: What

Nat : Ah PJ Pants

Zee: The pj!!!

Giulia: NO DEAN WITH SLEEPY HAIR

D: What's round and bad-tempered? A vicious circle. Cause it's -- [ Growls ]

Giulia: oh look it’s nat

S: Yeah, I -- I --

oh Look, it’s us

Nat : HEY

Nat : Remember me with the dad jokes last night?

Giulia: Dean is still eating

Giulia: Snorts

Zee: Dean and cereal is me

D: Oh, I doubt it. Not until Chuck gets his end game, you know? The Winchester Bowl. Cain and Abel 2.0. This is God we're talking about. G-O-D. Wouldn't be too worried about finding him. He'll find us.

Nat : What's on his pants, Hot dogs? Burgers?

Nat : I want them

Zee: I want what’s in the pants

same

Andy: Hey, Clarence.

Nat : CAS

Giulia: BABE

Giulia: BB

Giulia: MY BABY

Nat : Clarence

Giulia: CLARANCE. CLARANCEEEEE

Zee: Giuls having a melt down

Giulia: IS HE HUNTING

C: I had a friend who always praised fishing for its meditative qualities. Wish I found it more relaxing.

I’m literally vibrating at this moment

Nat : Apparently

Giulia: THE SALMON

Nat : Or he wants to fish

Giulia: DON T DO THAT CAS

Giulia: MY HEART, THOSE HAIR. WHAT IS HAPPENING

Giulia: I MISSED HIM SO MUCH SOB SOBS

Nat : I thought you were talking of the other man

Giulia: *runs to buy another mish op*

Zee: STAY

Zee: Jogging Sam

Giulia: SAM JOGGING. LOOK AT THOSE BIRB LEGS

Giulia: lol I can already see the jogger pants gifs

Nat : EILEEEEEEEEEN

Giulia: BABY

Zee: I CANT

Nat : So Dean is still in his robe

Zee: he should take it off

Giulia: that depression is kickingg in

Nat : Yeah, like Sam probably was out for more than 30 minutes and Dean is still sulking in his robe

honestly, same

E: The Hellhound that killed me kind of dragged me there.

Zee: She doesn’t want to go back to hell

Giulia: YEAH DEAN

Nat : How many Angels are there left tho

Giulia: Still hasn’t brushed his hair

Zee: What’s with Dean's face?

Nat : He just went back to bed

Giulia: Like me after the episode

Giulia: Look at those hair

Nat : PANTS

Giulia: Those pants lol

S: Nice, man. Real sensitive.

D: You want me to sugarcoat it?

S: Maybe we can go to Rowena's place and look for a crystal, or something. I've been meaning to go there anyways after, uh... You know.

BABE

D: Great. Do that.

S: you are not coming with?

D: It's a milk run.

S: You know what, Dean, ever since God got back, you've been acting like there's nothing we can do, like nothing matters, but we can do this. Man, this matters.

D: And that's why you're gonna kick it in the ass.

Nat : Dean don't do that

Zee: His face is hurting me

Giulia: CAS, IM ALIVE AGAIN

Zee: Agent

Giulia: BABE

Nat : lol Cas' so done

Giulia: lol what she reading tho

Zee: Mommy porn

Giulia: SO CUTE, I CANNOT

C: I’m on vacation

Nat : No Cas, don't make that face

Giulia: Look at my babe Sob

Nat : UGH

Zee: He has mastered Sam’s puppy face

Giulia: OF COURSE HE WILL HELP YOU SOB

Nat : Sam takes Baby

Nat : Does Dean know

S: I'm sorry. I wish there was more we could do. I hate this for you.

Giulia: SAM

Giulia: he probably won’t care as much

Nat : tAlKiNG hElPS

OH SHE IS IMPRESSED. GOOD FOR YOU SAMMY BOY

Look at his stupid shy face UGH

SO CUTE

S: After we met, I started practicing again. I guess some of it stuck.

look at how cute and embarrassed he is i cannot

Giulia: Ok but like one ep sam is faithless

Zee: I wanna leave

Giulia: The next one Dean is. Next one sam will be again. Idk they are all over the place

Nat : how stupid

Look at these two idiots, ugh disgusting, i love them

LOOK AT THIS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. BIG FAN.

Zee: The mirror

Nat : Who is she

Zee: Witches

Giulia: Ugh Witches i do not care about

Nat : What do they have to do with Rowena's apartment

Giulia: Rowena had that book

Nat : Ah

Giulia: BABY

Nat : I get distracted by pretty faces too often

Giulia: I KNOW SAME. LOOK AT HIM

Giulia: i wanna card my hand through that hair

Giulia: So cute

Giulia: So serious

Zee: Ffs. If I ask either of you what you’ve seen so far you won’t be able to tell me

Giulia: So squinty

C: I’d like to take a look at the body

Look at my baby not buying this bullshit

Nat : Can Cas stop looking like that?

Giulia: He should. But i won t be happy again

Giulia: SPECIAL AGENT

C: D. C

Sheriff: You got a supervisor I could talk to?

Giulia: OH YIKES

Nat : Still in the fucking robe. And pants probably

Nat : Are we watching something?

Zee: Pretty faces apparently

Giulia: Im scared

Nat : Oh no

Nat : Agent Worley?

Nat : OH no NO NO

Giulia: PUT MY AGENT ON THE PHONE

Zee: Oh yes

C: [GROANS]

Giulia: WHAT WAS THAT SOUND

Giulia: SNORTS

Giulia: SO ANGRY

D: Cass. Sam's been trying to call you.

D: Did you check his messages?

C: Right. Smart. Why would you? Look, I don't know if you care or not, but, uh... God -- Chuck -- is back on the board, so watch yourself.

Nat : ah but there was a little smile on Dean's face

Giulia: I KNOW Sob Dean’s proud lol

Giulia: DEAN MY GOD

Giulia: YES SIR

Giulia: THANK YOU SIR

Giulia: lol Ok

Zee: Oh hello

Zee: Sam. In here

Nat : I have no idea about this plot

Giulia: Nice rowena

E: You miss her.

Giulia: Sam’s sad

Giulia: This music is sad

S: I killed her. She, uh, sacrificed herself to save us. To -- To save the world.

Giulia: Hate it

Zee: You new?

Giulia: Sam is gonna be a witch Hell yeah

Nat : All I can think is Cas with his puppy face and Dean in his Pj pants

Giulia: I know. What an ep

Nat : I killed her

Giulia: And Sam’s sad. What else is new

Nat : SOBS

Nat : Is there an episode lately that Sam's not sad?

Zee: Can he stop with his face?

Nat : Awe Rowena kept on helping them

Giulia: HATE THAT TOO

Nat : Can we have an episode where he's happy?

Zee: Season 1?

Giulia: 15x19 So they can crush him later

Nat : Can we just have a fucking filler episode where the brothers just go out and have fun? Like being happy for one fucking episode?

Giulia: But then it will an episode less for the plot

Giulia: Couldn’t we get at least more episode just for the season finale

Nat : That train is long gone already anyway. We wasted too many already to have a good one

Giulia: maybe not a good idea

Giulia: AAAAH LOOK AT MY BABE

Zee: No trench

Giulia: THE PEN

Giulia: THE SQUINT

Giulia: my god

Nat : SAM

Zee: Wtf?

Nat : HEY STOP HURTING MY SAMMY

Giulia: Oh look sam ‘s was happy for like 2 sec and now he’s dying. That’s what happens when sam is happy

Nat : That's it. That's supernatural

Giulia: Sam can never be happy OR HE’LL DIE

Nat : Ok but the brown haired one is weird

Giulia: idc about HEEEER

Giulia: Yeah thanks shut up

Giulia: Oh she british too

Nat : Ah, didn't she play the publisher? The blonde one? The one with the publishing of Chuck's book. With the tattoo on her ass.

Giulia: OH YEAH

Zee: The things you remember

Giulia: The things I still don’t give a fuck anyways

Nat : I recognize that face

Giulia: What a stupid spell

Nat : What do they wanna do? I was distracted

Giulia: Bring someone back to life

Nat : Who?

Giulia: Idk someone

Giulia: I got distracted by cas

Nat : I got distracted by a hurt Sam

Giulia: By Wet hair Cas

Giulia: WTF

Giulia: WHAT IS THAT

Zee: Why aren’t there any drops on the coat?

Nat : There are

Giulia: THERE ARE

Zee: Now yes Stop it

Giulia: LOOK AT THAT SLUTTY TUFF OF HAIR

Giulia: yeah I’ll stay close

Nat : That Emily girl is reall weird

Giulia: Fuck off

Nat : Why can't they go in themselves? Oh my god I might have missed all the plot this episode

Nat : lol Sam

Giulia: Don t worry i’ll tell you once I’ll watch it 4 times

UPDATE: i’m currently watching it for the 4th time and I still don’t give a fuck lol whatever

Zee: I don’t think there’s a decent plot

Nat : Only if it's really interesting

Giulia: Idc , I just care about cas

Giulia: And sam not being sad

Giulia: And dean slutty bed hair and dumb pants

Nat : Turned my crush into a waterballoon and popped him?

Nat : Oh wow

Zee: She got a grudge

Mom: Thanks for doing this on your vacation.

C: Well, it's not really a -- I needed to step away. My colleagues and I, we, uh -I guess you could say we had a falling out with management. Well, and each other.

Mom: Thing is, taking yourself out of the game doesn't really change the game.

Giulia: SO PRETTY

Nat : Do I trust this mom?

Giulia: LOOK AT HIM

Zee: GIULS FOCUS!!!!!

Giulia: I AM

Nat : I don't trust this

Giulia: Same. But cas looks good. So all it’s fine

Nat : It's not when he gets hurt

Giulia: Hush

Nat : AH

Giulia: YIKES great

Nat : She turned my tongue into a snake? What acid trip are those witches on?

Giulia: Sam’s like : i feel for you and I’m sorry but i don’t wanna hear this i wanna go

Nat : Just like Jared in real life at cons

Giulia: When they ask THOSE questions

Nat : STOP YOU FUCKING BITCH

Zee: STOP

Giulia: BITCH

Zee: THE GIRL

Giulia: that is a girl

Giulia: He made the ghost sound

Nat : Ah doesn't matter I guess

Nat : Ah, The Sheriff is the monster

C: you won’t hurt them

Nat : Is that a Djinn?

Zee: Djinn

Giulia: NICE

Giulia: NIIIIICE

Nat : lol

C: It's always you --you selfish little men in positions of authority. You take what you want, you take who you want. And you believe that your power will protect you.

Giulia: YES CAS

C: Well, it won't protect you from me

Giulia: YEEES

Giuls: I’m-

Nat : Giuls are you wet

Zee: Lol

Giulia: YES HAPPILY

Giulia: WOW

Giulia: OK OK OK OK

Giulia: THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL

Zee: That angel blade flip did things

Naughty ones

Giulia: MORE

Nat : He got out of the funk

Giulia: oh hello dean

Nat : What

Nat : WHAT

Nat : IS

Giulia: Dean’s lips are so pink lol

Nat : HAPPENING

Giulia: And his ears too

Giulia: AHAHAH SO STUPID

Nat : FOCUS LOL

Zee: FUCK YES

Nat : I LOVE EILEEN

Giulia: NOT TODAY BITCH

Giulia: CAN SOMEONE SAVE SAM

Nat : SERVES YOU FUCKING RIGHT

Nat : STOP HURTING MY FUCKING BABY YOU FUCKING STUPID BITCH WITCH

Nat : Sam is really turning into a witch

Giulia: did you hear that hint of peaky blinders

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: idk that gave me those vibes and that thick accent

Giulia: YES SAM YES SAM

Giulia: BURN THE WITCH

Nat : Come on, how long does it take Dean

Nat : He needs more practice

Zee: He needs better lighters

Nat : Castiel is getting weaker

Giulia: HATE THAT

Giulia: WHY THO

Giulia: because heaven is mostly empty

Nat : Were you sent by god

Nat : snorts

Giulia: SNORT

Zee: His eyes are extremely blue tho

Giulia: LOOK AT THOSE EYES

C: Melly, I can't explain it to you. I -- Well, even if I could, I think you're better off not knowing.

Melly: What does that mean?

C: It means I'm happy I met you, and I'm glad we found your son.

Giulia: AWE AWEEE

C: If I stay, nothing changes. It's time for me to get back in the game.

Nat : TIME FOR ME TO GET BACK IN THE GAME

Giulia: MY BB

Giulia: A nice herbs bath for Eileen Lush bomb

Nat : I didn't know they had a bathtub. Since when do they have a tub

Zee: Jfc Nat

Giulia: Idk but i can already see all the fics

Nat : Omg I can already see all the fics

Nat : HEY

Giulia: Lol

Zee: I hate Latin

Zee, a Greek : I HatE LaTiN

Giulia, an italian: Same

Giulia: I kinda want it to work

Giulia: OH HECK YEAH

Nat : Ah

Zee: Yes

Giulia: OMG

Nat : Sam is a gentleman

Nat : Awe

Zee: Look at Sam all cute turning away

Giulia: HE S A GENTLEMAN. I CAN T STAND THIS, SO CUTE

Look at him taking a step back MY GOD

Nat : AWWWWWWWWWWWW

Giulia: AWEEEEE I CANNOT

Giulia: STOP THIS MUSIC

Zee: All is good in the world

Nat : STOP THIS

Giulia: MY HEART. CAN T

Nat : I DON'T WANT ALL THE FEELINGS. STOP THIS, FUCK YOU

Giulia: NOOOOO STOP SMILING

Giulia: MY HEART IS FULL

Giulia: I WANT ALL THE CODA FOR THIS

Giulia: can she stays

Zee: Where can I find that beer?

Giulia: YES HE IS

Nat : Dean can't hide that he's a little butthurt

Giulia: true

Giulia: They pass each other depression, like the flu

Nat : It's like a game of catch. Take it, no, you take it

Giulia: Hot potato

Giulia: They are so pretty this ep

S: All I'm saying is we'll find a way to beat him. We will.I don't know how yet, but we will , 'cause we're the guys who break the rules. But I can't do it without you. I can't. Just like I couldn't do it today without you.

I need my brother.

ME THIS WHOLE EPISODE THO :

Giulia: Trailer time

Nat : HEY

Giulia: SNORTS

Nat : I WANNA SLAP HIS ASS TOO

Giulia: OK

Nat : BITCH

Giulia: SAME

Nat : Alright, another filler episode?

Giulia: That will be the ep where dean will sing right

Nat : I think yes

Giulia: Yeah , with some major stuff happening in the last few minutes

Giulia: But anyway

Zee: Can I just say that apart from all the Cas porn and the Eileen scenes this ep sucked

Giulia: ...apart from the main plot , i loved this ep. My heart is just too full for Sam

Zee: Let’s see what shreds him to pieces to balance it

Nat : I’m MEH. But I’ve seen worse too

Zee: The first two for example

Nat : Ok gonna go to the gym while the kids are still out. See ya

Zee: Bye bb. Work out some for me too

Giulia: Goodnight

Zee: I’ve heard that one before. But ok

Giulia: Well I’m in bed chillin. What are you the sleep police

Zee: Shut up

Giulia never got back to sleep

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