#I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW HIM AS A HUMAN DAMM

[inkspottie]

spottie i am very sorry to hear abt what happened with ur job, i was job hunting from june to october yet only scrounged up a job in the middle of the school year

you’ll find one soon, i believe in you

on another note… can i have some interesting facts abt human!fishbug, like.. if it was an au or something. some facts about them. because they are EATING MY DAMM BRAINNN

im drawing them as we speak and tweaking because Seb’s neck and Sadao’s entire face are making me redraw them 500 times bc they refuse to cooperate

It’s okay, I’m used to rejection letters I just don’t like being lead on, being told I’m perfect for the job and that they’ll contact me and then ghost me. Only to then give me an automated email despite saying I was going on to the next step. THAT’S what pisses me off.

But anyways, I’m sure they’ll be a job out there for me. All else fails I go back to retail and slowly die lol

Hmm fishbug human au. Seb definitely just graduated, he’s an software engineer but he’s working as a maintenance worker to make ends meet.

Sadao works at a hospital, and how they meet is Sadao gets into an accident and Seb comes to save him. XD love at first sight

Sadao has a cat with one eye and a lot of spots called Eve, and Seb is working on making a computer/AI that helps people make art.

[solar-tl-27]

OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

[trashofspace]

i am PERFECTLY NORMAL about your humanized tree AND DEF DO NOT have him as my profile in my chatting app 😃😃😃😃😃

🤨🤨🤨

But seriously, I am really glad that you love my design! Tbh I am quite proud of how his design came out.

I didn't mean it, but some people liked his design saying "Damm, he's hot."(And I know you are one of those people😉) Like, I never thought that my design would look "hot" in people's eyes???? Heck, I didn't even think that I could draw hot-looking ones in my art style either 🤣🤣🤣 but still, I am REALLY glad and thankful for compliments!!! I guess I will try to draw him as hot as possible/j

[lovethisletters]

Devilish nights || A fantastic 3 one-shot!

I love this idea ngl, I love the dynamic between the three of them! And I tried to do them justice here but... there's definitely a Whole ass ranch for improvement... :C

also Diavolo is Mexa xd

Summary: the fantastic three go to a concert but things don't go as planned.

Additional notes: I was going to make this a comic but decided against it since it was gonna take me much more time to finish it, but perhaps I'll do it as a small follow up to this one-shot.

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There's a reason why the Demon elite are very protective of their private life...you see: everyone has a side of their personality only the ones closest to us are allowed to see and for the demon prince, the avatar of pride and the loyal butler this is no exception.

—Uhhh?!?! You're going out?!!—all 6 brothers questioned in surprise.

—Yes, and I hope that when I arrive, the house is not a mess!— Replied the avatar of pride as he placed a distinctive blue coat over his shoulders.

—Ehhh? Are you going on vacation to the human realm, Lucifer ?! And without me ?! How cruel!—Asmodeus inquired dramatically, hugging his older brother's arm like a child begging his mother to go out and play.

The black-haired demon was unfazed by the avatar of lust childish demeanor, released himself from his grasp with ease and continued with his speech.

—Diavolo has important matters to resolve in the human realm and he needs me and Barbatos to support him, it is not a vacation.—

—I hope all of you behave in my absence; Satan, you're in charge, ”Lucifer declared.

-What?!?! Satan in charge ?! - the rest complained.

—As much as it bothers me to admit it… Satan is the most responsible among you — Lucifer looked at the blonde demon in the eyes — I'm counting on you — and the avatar of pride came out hurriedly before he could even hear the answer of the fourth brother.

—Don't— whispered the avatar of wrath as his lips settled into a sinister smile at the plan that was being formulated in his head.

[…]

—Ahhh ~ finally it's THE day! I can't wait any longer !!!— upon hearing the title "prince of hell" we could normally assume that the person bearing it is someone intimidating, ruthless and rude; but there he was ... the heir to the throne of the Devildom jumping all over the place with immeasurable enthusiasm, glow sticks in each hand and a white shirt with the image of a sun with the face of Luis Miguel on the chest.

—Diavolo, I'd appreciate it if you could calm down a bit.

—Calm down?! Lucifer! I have been waiting for this for years! I will finally be able to be at a concert of my favorite singer from the human realm! Do you have any idea how much I struggled to get these tickets?!?! I had to do it the human way! line and everything!—The redhead claimed at the lack of enthusiasm from his best friend.

—His majesty stopped time and he moved a couple of old ladies to be able to acquire the tickets in the front row; it would be appreciated if you showed a bit of enthusiasm, Lucifer.—Barbatos finally spoke, the same formal and cold smile always etched on his face to which Lucifer could only replay in the same way.

—Oh! I won't let you two ruin my night with your formalities! At least pretend you're as excited as I am!—Diavolo begged but his stoic companions could only mutter a mocking “yeeei”as they waved their respective glow sticks reluctantly and the prince of hell could only roll his eyes.

[…]

Mistakes happen, they happen when we least expect them and even worse; at too inconvenient moments.

—Quick, Lucifer, we're next!— The tallest of the 3 hurried, still jumping up and down.

—Give me a second — The black-haired demon searched in his pockets for the tickets that Diavolo had asked him to keep until the day of the concert because he was afraid of losing them among all the paperwork that week and knowing the responsible nature of his friend he entrusted them to him .

The thing is ... Lucifer could not find the tickets ... and when he realized this, with all the tranquility of the world: he cleared his throat, clasped his hands and positioned himself firmly like a teacher about to explain something to a child .

—Diavolo, in terms of tickets… I forgot the ttickets— At first the prince of hell gave his friend an incredulous look and even proceeded to laugh.

—Sure, stop playing games, Lucifer— the redhead expected a laugh from his friend followed by him handing over the tickets, but that gesture never came.

—Your Majesty I think Lucifer is not joking— Barbatos corrected

And oh my god, have you ever seen a child's face when you take a toy that he just can’t have out of his hands? And then the endless crying begins? Yes, at that moment the heir to the throne of hell simply bursted in tears.

—It’s Okay, your majesty, everything is going to be fine— The butler tried to calm him down by patting him on the back.

—Diavolo, I can buy others, don't worry— But the redhead only limited himself to pointing at the sign above the theater entrance "Sold out" was written in large letters.

—Well… I guess I owe you the next concert, how about we go to your favorite restaurant, hmm? My treat — Despite his offer, his friend only let out a sigh of despair and helplessness.

—You have no idea where you left them?

—Ummm… I guess in my office…

—Tell your brothers to bring them to you! Please!!— Lucifer was quick to dial Satan's number, because by the way things were he would not be surprised if Diavolo's despair at this moment led him to pray.

By pure chance, Lucifer noticed that he had several unanswered messages and calls from one of the angels: Simeon

—You can't reach them?—the prince questioned

Lucifer just stood there, glaring at his phone with a mixture of regret and anger.

"Damm you Simeon" was all that came to mind.

—Oh? Aren't those Solomon, Simeon and Luke?—Barbatos voice interrupted his thoughts.

And sure enough, there at the entrance of the theatre were the inhabitants of purgatory hall, dressed in human world clothing, waiting in line, the youngest of the group with tickets in hand.

—Oh!? I didn't knew they had bought tickets for this!

—They didn't

—How do you know?

—Because those are YOUR tickets!

—What?!?!—Diavolo's confused expression was quickly met with Lucifer's phone right in front of his face, showing him the text messages.

—I'll go get them—but before the avatar of pride could take another step towards the purgatory hall group, Barbatos hand stopped him in his tracks.

—Your Majesty, I believe Luke's birthday is just in a few days and he seems to be enjoying himself, why don't we let them keep the tickets?—the butler suggested politely.

It took a couple of seconds for the prince of hell tho make his desicion, but the smile on the small angel face made all trace of doubt dissipate, and with a heavy sigh he finally spoke.

— leat it be, Lucifer...

—...are you sure of it, Diavolo?

—yes, perhaps next year we'll go together...all of us, right?

Lucifer was surprised but with a small smile forming on his face he said yes.

—Now... who's hungry?! We should go to the fanciest place in town, after all, It's Lucifer's treat!—the prince joked

—Perhaps the restaurant we attended last year would be fine, your Majesty?

—Ah yes! That would do!

And while Lucifer's wallet had started regretting his desicions, he was happy he could spend this evening with his dearest friends.

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I was going to put a drawing of the fantastic three hanging out but I only did Diavolo bc while I was finishing Barbatos and Lucifer my computer crashed and didn't save anything :c

So here's a Diavolo in front of bellas artes to compensate:

If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

[kai5621]

Deja vu [Heisenberg x OC]

Warning: age gap, slow burn, platonic to romantic relationship. Grammer issues (english is my first language criiii) . Child abuse, family abuse, death (not major character ). Eventual smut (maybe?）

Note: OK !!!! SO after drawing a bunch of RE8 OCs I finally could resist my self writing my own story about it. Cuz damm Heisenberg stole all my heart and I have no complains about it.

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I will try my best !! And lastly-----

HEISENBERG DESERVES SOOO MUCH MROE LOVE.  

And here’s a little potrait thet I drew for the oc (as for why I didn’t draw heisenberg as well, is bcuz im shit at drawing males ┭┮﹏┭┮)

1.

The first time Heisenberg met Erin, she was only eight, can barely reach his waist and always be smiling everyday, like an every single child would at her age. She came to this shitty village with her dad, which claims to be her only family member. They are obviously foreigners to the villagers, as no one remembered there’s anyone in this place would have a such strong British accent, therefore they must be new.

Their family history has remained a mystery to most of them, oddly enough, only a few people who are about eighty or ninety years old do recall their family name, and were quite surprised to see that Erin’s father is back here again. Although every single one of them would shoot him with fierce glances that are not so friendly, even towards Erin. Except for Luiza, but even though her kindness was mainly for the poor little girl.

“I don’t understand, Charles. If you decided to leave this place before with such determination, why bother came back?” She asked her father sternly, while watching Erin just quietly standing behind him. She was thin, with a long, dark raven hair tied into a loose pony tail. But she does look endearing, those big, innocent watery eyes could gain everyone’s sympathy.

“That’s none of your business, and why does it even matter to you?” He seemed annoyed when answering this question, he roughly grabbed Erin’s wrist, without looking any of the people here, he just simply left, leaving others remain in silent confusion. Some younger villagers did ask Luiza about Erin’s origin, but all the time she just shooked her head, signed heavily.

 “May mother Miranda bless that little girl. She does not deserve such man as her father.....”  

Of course, Heisenberg would never missed such local news from the village. He did pay a visit to the new “guests” before informing Miranda and his siblings. The appearance of new faces surely hooked his curiosity quite high, but to be honest, he doesn’t even understand why he was that excited, as surely they would probably just end like the locals here, worshiping Miranda like she’s an actual god, and then would went missing mysteriously but eventually end up on her cold, metal operating table, with chest being cut open, blood splatters all around the body, while the Cadou parasite just devouring the remains.

Didn’t someone mentioned the family also has a daughter? Ah, then perhaps that lucky little thing would go to his sister’s castle and can becomes one of the “maid”. Just another victim, Heisenberg thought to himself, he could not hide his grin back. Holding his hammer at the back of his shoulder, he walked quickly to that infamous cottage where the new family is settled, a few quite whispers can be heard during his journey, the villagers were all surprised to see the presence of the metal lord, and naturally inquiring behind his journey.

Just like before, Heisenberg ignored all of them,

When he finally reached the shabby wooden door, of the cottage, he didn’t even bother knocking, just pushed the door wide open violently, using his ridiculous strength meanwhile announcing his arrival.      

“Well, well, there’s been news all around the village about the new family, and I thought I could a pay a little visit, to get to know the new members! You are welcome, by the way......”

 But when all he saw was a little girl standing by the dinning table, looking confused and stunned at him, his smug smile disappeared quickly, and even the eyes behind his dark specs were filled with momentary surprise.

“Uh, sir?” She asked quietly, putting the tray of cookies down on the table in a panic.

“Are you.... my father’s guest? I’m really sorry, he will be a away for a quite long time, and I’m not sure if.....”

 He stood there for a moment, and then realized that she must be the daughter, although she’s much much younger than he anticipated. He cut her off before she finished the sentence : “Huh, so you don’t know who I am ?”

 She looked so lost, after blinked her eyes a few times, she nervously said : “Sorry sir, I’m afraid I don’t.”

 Heisenberg was never good with children, never, he didn’t really know what to do, after all he wasn’t expecting to meet a child who probably doesn’t even know what a dick is. So, they just stood where they were before, and staring at each other awkwardly in silence, to a point that even the little girl started to feel uncomfortable. She looked around quickly, trying to find something that could resolve this situation, then her eyes fixed on the tray of cookies on the table.

“Um, maybe...do you want to have a cookie, sir?”

The man with the hammer went speechless, he coughed a few times, put his hammer down next to the door frame, and blankly replied back with a tiny bit of fluster.

“Alright then. ”

   2.

It was fucking ridiculous.

Heisenberg would never imagined himself sitting in a old cottage, eating chocolate cookies and drinking teas like a normal human, while chatting with an eight years old girl.

Yes, he’s never good with kids, why would he? Being brought by a psycho bitch means he shouldn’t have any sympathy towards anything, everyone in this village had a good taste about his temper before, even his “Lord” title makes it too intimidate for anyone to have any contact with him. Thus, he never had a decent conversation with anyone else besides his cursed family. Frankly speaking, they were not really conversations, more like endless quarrels.    

He had a quick look around in the room, when Erin went to the kitchen to make tea. This place is shabby, there’s no doubt about it. No painting, no decorations, only an old wool blanket laying down on the floor of the living room. He could see a few photo frames on the bookshelf, cover by dusts. He tried to have to closer look, but all he could see was three people standing together, presumably a family photo that was taken a long time ago.

“Here’s your tea, sir. And there’s milk and sugar.” She was holding a big tray, walking carefully towards table and almost got tripped by the chair. Heisenberg almost chuckled at her clumsy yet cute actions, but he remained silent, and finished his ninth cookie.

“Well, thanks, little one.” He said simply, then started to sip his tea. He saw Erin was standing next to the table like a lost little lamb, he can’t help but chuckled a bit, gesturing her towards the seat across him.

“ Oh come on, no need to be so frightened! I won’t eat ya.”

She was a bit hesitate at first, but eventually took his offer, sit across the table facing him. Although the teapot blocked half of her face.

“So....” Heisenberg started again, with his smug smile back on his face: “You are new here aren’t you, with your family.”

“Yes. Me and my father came a week ago, from England. But he used to live here, at least that’s what I know. ”

That made his curiosity even higher. An outsider, that originally lived here, how interesting, and how did they even escaped this twisted place.

“Where’s your father now?”

This question let her seemed a bit troubled, she shooked her head, looking disappointed : “I don’t know, sir. He said he’s busy, and that’s it.”

His grin became wider:  “And didn’t your daddy tell you, that do not let strangers come into your house while you are alone?”

To his surprise, she did not seem scared, but instead she tilted her head as she was a bit confused, and answered him back politely.

“But I didn’t let you in, sir. You just opened the door and, broke in........”    

 Heisenberg burst into laughter right after he heard this answer, it was really loud, even the teapot and the cups on the table started to shake a bit, but thankfully Erin didn’t notice, she was completely stunned by his reaction and didn’t know what to do. She thought she probably offend him by saying that. But the truth is, Heisenberg is not mad at all, this child’s unintentional boldness is exactly what he likes.  

“ Oh yes! I did break into your house, and aren’t you scared?”

“Should I be scared?” She calmly asked him back, filling his cup again with more tea. “I was tho, but you seem like a nice guy. At least I don’t think a bad person would eat my cookies and having tea with me. If you want harm me you would've done this way earlier.”

He could have so much fun with this kid, Heisenberg though to himself. An outsider was rare enough on its own, no praying, no worshiping, and he won’t hear all those “Miranda bless us” shit. Although, it’s quite ironic that his first decent conservation in 20 was held with a freaking child.

But he’s not complaining. He finished his tea, looking around the room for the last time then shoot his glance back on her. He stood up, ignoring the girl’s skeptical look, Heisenberg chuckled a bit.

 With that, he simply waved his hand, and left the house.

“Well, thank you for your service little one, I’m afraid I must got now. But I’m sure we will meet again soon.”

 He grabbed his hammer by the door frame, opened the door in a swift motion.

“And send my greetings to your father, will you, little one?”

[thinkillwatchitburn]

Hi! Can I make an interesting request: Captain Obi x Princess Hibana slowly realizing they have feelings for each other OR arguing so much that they end up flirting. It can be SFW or NSFW :)

OMG

Okay so I’ve definitely had some thoughts visa-vie Obi/Hibana.

I know - wait, SPOILER!!!! I DONT KNOW HOW TO HIDE TEXT CAUSE IM FOSSIL BUT IF YOU HAVENT READ MANGA DON’T READ PAST THIS TEXT***************: Anyway, I know when Iris (that little shit 😏😏😏😂) implicates a potential relationship between Hibana and Obi, Hibana doesn’t really even respond beyond an expression like “.... hm???” And Obi just says, basically, “but... that would be weird wouldn’t it? I’m too old for her, aren’t I?”

PERSONALLY - I don’t think he is. He’s, what, 32? And Hibana is, what, 20? And beyond being well beyond “legal age”... she’s been in charge of an entire company for... how long?? She’s highly capable, and Obi honestly has the same fire and just goodness that Shinra has. Shinra is just, innocently good. He has ~~impure~~ thoughts or whatever but his heart has always been so purely loving, as an older teenage boy he’s obviously HIGHLY interested in sex and I’m sure Hibana picks this up - but if she were to go after what was really, like, *best* for her??

Look, Shinra is an amazing person and I cannot say enough how much I admire and am inspired by his dedication and loyalty. Even if I originally thought his drive for “hero-dom” was corny... of anyone can fit that role it’s him. Hands down.

But Obi... look. This mufugger is technically unpowered but literally TURNED HIS BODY INTO A WEAPON. Not even just all Jean-Claude Van-Damme-ie (did I just date myself? LOLOL) but legit... a weapon against people who have supernatural pyrotechnic abilities - AND HE COULD 100% BE BURNED ALIVE, HAS NO IMMUNITY, BUT STILL WHOOPS. ACTUAL. A S S

How do you be so literally physically and mentally strong that you can fight fire-gods on the reg and WIN???

And despite his just pure brute strength .... HES A GOOD PERSON

He values human life, he’s un-prejudiced, kind, fair, forgiving, loving... and he yearns so much for a family.

And honestly despite how much Hibana doth protest...

She’s SO soft. It wasn’t that Shinra laid her ass out.... it’s that Shinra did *only* what he had to do to make her listen. But he made it clear his main and only objective was getting her to see reason - to see love and loyalty and the value therein. THAT was what she lost her shit over, not his brute strength or even THAT he stood up to her.... it’s *why*. And that, for the first time, he was somebody who didn’t WANT anything from her. Not to challenge her, or use her, or ogle at her. He saw her as a fellow human being, and all the qualities therein, despite the hard, cold, MEAN facade she put up.

But Shinra is young. He would be fun... but he wouldn’t be fulfilling. Not to someone who’s had people’s lives on their shoulders. Not to someone who’s been through what Hibana’s been through. (*********SIDENOTE: if Shinra/Hibana is your ship PLEASEPLEASE don’t feel like I’m shitting on their relationship. I 100% can see the draw and potential of the whole thing, but this is in relation to Hibana seeking love outside of Shinra... I 100% support Shinra-x-Hibana. 🥰)

But Obi.... he’s got that maturity I think would mesh well with Hibana. I think if they were to interact closely, there’s no way in hell he’d ever tolerate that shit she pulls with her own company. He’d put her ass back in her place with the quickness. He’s just a naturally dominant person, not in any flashy way or anything. People just fall in line behind him, he gives the air that he knows what he’s doing and is completely competent. He’s a total beefcake (which tbh I think Hibana would appreciate), but he’s also smart, calculated, and cunning... but never uses that to deceive or wield power. She’d appreciate that SO much, learning that “falling in line” doesn’t have to mean being degraded or feeling less-than. It can also mean being appreciated and protected, having someone competent watching your back.

So yeah, bottom line I think Hibana/Obi is a GREAT match, I think they have a lot of take-no-bullshit qualities the other needs and would really temper each other well. I think they could really do great things for each other 🥰

[exofilialovercat]

Azrael (Draconian boy) x Gabriela (human girl) Ch 2!

Enjoy ch 2!

Gaby spent a good part of the next day choosing what to wear. All seemed too much or too less. What to wear when you want to forget your ex… and try to not crush on someone at the same time?

She messaged the draconian: ‘Hi! See you in the shopping? We can shop and drink coffee! You like cake? :3 ‘

‘See you there Gaby! I can’t wait! Coffee and cake sounds wonderful.’

Ozzie was a nervous wreck the following morning. After going through his entire wardrobe half a dozen times, he settled on a pair of black slacks and a nice shirt with a vest. The layers helped hide where he had to cut holes for his wings. “Well, Casanova you may not be, but you pass muster.” He tried to reassure himself as he left, picking up a single rose from the flower shop on the corner as he left to meet Gaby.

Gaby picked a cute long shirt and some good leggings. Enough to don’t feel she was trying too hard. She brought a bag with the shirt he borrowed from him and a sticky note with a cartoon of her saying ‘thank you ‘ . This is not a date, Gabrielle. Hold your horses. She found him easily in the shopping , he looked very handsome. Damm... Why is this not a date-date? “Ozzie! I’m here! “

Azrael jumped slightly at the sudden call of his name, but brightened when he turned to see Gaby. “Hey Ga-oh wow, you look great! This is for you...” He offered her the rose, heart pounding.

“You look good too. Even if the waiter uniform has its charm. Aw, you shouldn’t have “ she grabbed the rose and gave him the bag “ This is yours “ she smelled the faint perfume of the flower

“Thank you.” He smiled, taking a moment to enjoy Gabriela’s company before offering her his arm. “shall we?”

“ Of course “ she accepted his arm and started walking. Well, it looks like a date.

“Did you want to stop for coffee first, or to look for some cute clothes and get coffee after? “ He asked, practically floating as they walked.

“ Well, i could use some fuel . What about you? “

Ozzie chuckled and nodded. “I’ve been surviving on caffeine lately. Do you have a place you could show me with good bakery as well?”

“ We are the same... Freelance artists are 90% coffee and 10% genius “ she patted his arm “ Lets go to a small bar I know, it’s not usually super crowded and the cake is extremely good. “  She guided him .

“You’re an artist?  I’m a little jealous. I can sew a bit, but that’s about the extent of my artistic ability.” He admitted sheepishly, happily letting Gaby take him where she wanted.

“ Haha , I play the cards I got . I always liked art and make comics and illustrations. I can survive doing it so I consider myself lucky . I bet you have your own talents “ she takes him to a bar that was indeed a little small. It had a menu with a nice selection of cakes . “The  Triple chocolate one is to die for, it’s my favorite, ” she pointed to the menu.

“What comics do you make? Anything I might have seen?” He asked, genuinely curious. As they made their way to the little cafe, Ozzie couldn’t help but smile at how Gaby’s face lit up with excitement. She really was adorable.

“Should we share a piece then with our drinks, or would that be too forward?”

“ Oh, i don’t think so... I took part in some compilations. When I do comics, it’s always a small portion of the job. The rest it’s mostly children’s books. “ She said “ It wouldn’t be too forward , but I warn you we will need to order more “ she grinned “ This body doesn’t maintain with salad “ she joked .

“That sounds like a lovely line of work. You like children, then?” He asked while searching the menu. “Let’s each get some and share then. Variety is the spice of life, after all!”

Ozzie took her joke about her body as a chance to let his eyes sweep down across Gaby’s figure. To him she might as well have been a goddess. perfect curves and a gorgeous face that he had to stop himself from leaning in to kiss. ‘Slow down, Romeo’ he scolded himself.

“ I do, maybe one day I will have one myself... If i found the right person. Not like Mister Perfect “ she made a face .

Gaby ordered some coffee and some pieces of cakes “Strawberry cheese and triple chocolate please. Any preference Ozzie? “

Azrael made a face at the mention of her ex. “He couldn’t be very perfect if he couldn’t see a true treasure right in front of him. You and your hypothetical future child deserve nothing less than a devoted husband and father.” He said without thinking what his words might be interpreted to mean.

Looking through the menu, Ozzie noted a few of his favorite flavors. “I think I’ll go with the Italian lemon cake and red velvet.”

The waiter took the order and walked away.

“ You are an adulator!” She patted his shoulder. She was visibly blushing . “ Yeah... I actually feel better now I’m not with him anymore. The things were pretty bad already between us. I guess the faster I can move from him, the  better” she winked “ At least I have a coffee with a handsome man “ ‘What the hell Gaby... Stop your mouth’.

Azrael couldn’t blush through his scales, but his tail wagged happily when Gaby’s adorable freckled cheeks blushed pink after her compliment. “Is not flattery if it is true.” He laughed, “Just enjoy yourself, Gaby dear. No pressure.”

The order finally came, the coffee was in generous cups and the cake seemed fresh . “ Please, don’t mind me , take from mine if you want, “ Gaby offered and went for a piece of the strawberry one humming pleased “ So good “.

“Only if you do the same.” Ozzie smiled, taking a long sip of his coffee before taking a bite of his lemon cake.

“ I really wanted to ask you... I hope it’s okay. Can you really spit fire? Or is it a full dragon thing? “ She hoped it was okay to ask  about draconian nature .

“Fire? Ah, right… I was smoking last night, wasn’t I?” He ran a hand back through his horns, a little embarrassed. “It is harder for a half-breed like me to breathe flames than a full dragon. Normally it can only happen when I am very angry or upset.” He explained with an apologetic smile. “Hopefully that is not too much a disappointment?”

“ Oh , no! I just was curious... Like how much human or dragon you are... I don’t really know a big deal about real dragons. Like if you need to warm in the sun? Or if you have a reptile tongue? Or do you have dietary restrictions like some reptiles? Oh! I  hope I’m not being rude... “ she covered her mouth suddenly.

Ozzie couldn’t help but laugh. So many people were too afraid to ask these kinds of questions, so Gaby’s curiosity was refreshing. “No rudeness at all. I am happy to sate your curiosity. Full dragons come in three varieties, depending on if they are from Europe, like my mom, Asia, or South America. In my case I am warm-blooded like humans, no dietary restrictions (though a preference for spicy and savory flavors outside of desserts) and...” he looked around to make sure they weren’t being watched before letting his 30cm long forked tongue slide out between his lips for a moment before pulling it back in with a grin.

“ Holly -! “ She felt her mind going to some non very innocent places “ Thats.... Wow “ she sipped her coffee and tried to clear her head . “ Humans feel a little boring in comparison. Would you let me draw you one day? “ She tried to change the subject a little .

“Oh, don’t sell humans short. Human passion and creativity are a marvel compared to just about any other species. That is a great gift indeed.” He said with a reassuring smile. Gaby’s request to draw him was a surprise, though a welcome one. “I would love to pose for you!” He said happily before stealing a bite of her chocolate cake and letting a purr resonate in his chest. “That IS good!”

“ Told ya’ “ she smiled. “And if you need a personalized draw, you can always call me . Like a present for a loved one, your significant other, you just ask “

“Oh, no girlfriend.” Azrael said, before taking a sip of his coffee. Was she trying to see if he was single? “Dragons and most draconians partner for life, so dating is an important matter once it becomes serious.” Hopefully that wasn’t reading too far into Gaby’s words.

“ Oh “ Gavi did a mental happy dance , maybe Ozzy liked her a little? And he was single. That was a relief, at least I can crush in someone that I can have a chance with. ”And how do you scare ladies away? You have the whole package, “ she said playfully .

Azrael’s tail began to happily thump against the cafe floor when Gabi flirted with him. His heart never had fluttered this way for someone before. “Normally the scales and tail do the scaring for me. You are about the first woman to talk to me like a normal person outside of work or family.” He admitted, trying to hide his embarrassment at his own inexperience behind another few bites of cake.

“ No way! “ She said offended “ They obviously never gave you a chance, you are a total sweetie. And everybody it’s different! My mom always told me to not judge people for the way they look , she is latina, my dad is white. That always gets nasty looks . People are just stupid. “ she stole a piece of his lemon cake .

“It is a shame more people can’t be as open-minded as you are, Gaby. The world would be a better place.” Azrael said with a wistful smile, taking her hand without really thinking and kissing the back.

“They deal with bigotry even as a human-human couple. I worry what it will be like when the one who decides she wants me has to go through the same nastiness.”

She felt her cheeks warm “ Any girl would be lucky to have you Ozzie. If people cannot see that, it’s their problem. Hey, let’s better move to a desert island and fund our own country.” She tried to light up a bit.

Ozzie nearly choked on his coffee when Gaby’s surprise joke made him laugh. “Careful, mi amor. That sounds suspiciously like a proposal. Doesn’t that usually require at least three dates?” He teased, trying not to get too lost in the idea of the two of them relaxing on a tropical beach together.

“And thank you for the compliment, Gabriela. You truly are a treasure.”

“ Well... If you need a couple of actual dates, I will not say no. They tell me I make a pretty decent spicy chicken , if you give me the chance to treat you, “ she said, almost purring . Please say yes...

“I would be delighted, so long as I can take you out in return.” Ozzie swore that he could fly at that very moment. Gaby had asked him out!

“ Then it’s settled! “ She asked for the bill and payed “ And i can wear the replacement shirt you will buy me “ she winked “ I hope the cake was at your level Ozzie “

“I was hoping you would let me get you a few outfits, to be honest.” He said with a shy smile, not daring to admit he would prefer to see her in much less clothing rather than more. “And the cake was excellent. Definitely worth using for the wedding.” He added with what he hoped was a joking tone. ‘Don’t get too carried away. You’ll scare her off.’

“ Oh, you are impossible! “ she playfully pushed him “ No need to shower me in presents, mister smooth “ she said and started walking “ I like to give them back “

“What can I say? It is my nature to want to treat my girlfriend well. I’m sure we can find a way to reciprocate.” He laughed, playing like she had pushed him much harder than she had before joining her, his arm draping around her waist as they walked together.

Gaby felt herself too into the draconian man. Her stomach twisted and her heart pounded in her chest. She tried to distract herself by looking at the cloth stores . The mission was to end the day with a smile... And maybe steal a kiss from Ozzie .

“Let me know if you see a store you want to shop in.” It was nice, this little shopping date, but Azrael had to keep reminding himself to not push too fast. He was falling hard for Gabriela, but she had just gotten out of a bad relationship and it would be wrong to pressure her into too much.

Gaby entered in one store and tried a couple of tops, she ignored the white and pink ones for obvious reasons . She even asked Ozzies opinion on the ones she tried . Let’s just go slow Gabriela , let’s enjoy some time together. Yep, just that.

Ozzie couldn’t help but enjoy himself while Gaby modeled her outfits for him. There were several tops that looked very good on her, but one in particular, sapphire blue with a somewhat lower-cut neckline than the others really caught his attention. “It is hard to say, since you are gorgeous in all of them, but the last one is my personal favorite. It shows you off in just the right way.”

“Then I take it! You know how to sell to a lady, ” she happily said and saved the new top for her .

Now the date was almost over and she needed a bit of courage to give one small last step . If she could really do it, a proper date will be a success.

After he had paid the shop clerk for their purchase, Azrael hesitated for a moment. “I know this was supposed to be just a casual thing today, but I really don’t want for our date to end.” He admitted sheepishly, his tail curling around Gaby as they took a moment to rest before continuing on to the end of their date. He had been having such a good time that he dreaded it being over.

She fell on the tail surrounding her. “ Me too, Azrael . It has been too much fun. But I have to go.  Will you call me ? “ She caressed his cheek.

“Of course, Gabriela. It’s a promise... but first, please permit a greedy dragon one last indulgence before his princess escapes.” Before he could second guess himself, Azrael tilted her chin upward with a fingertip and pressed his lips to hers in a tender, longing kiss.

Gaby even surrounded his waist. His kiss was sweet, and she was practically seeing stars . Okay, I’m sold. First real date, here we go. She let herself be putty in his hands, “Ozzie... “ She whispered once the kiss ended. She smiled from ear to ear and got a little distance . “ Now you really better call me! “ She said and waved at him to go “ I’m going to be waiting!”

Gaby went home giggling like a schoolgirl

“Definitely. Today was... incredible. Too good to just be a onetime thing, no?” He purred, dreamily watching Gaby go toward her home.

Ozzie was walking on air for the rest of the day. He didn’t even mind the jokes at his expense at work. Their next date couldn’t come soon enough!

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The knight and the two elves ch.2

The knight didn’t find any footprint of the elven woman among the other footprints “Too many footprints in the area” He stands up and walks to the martial artist to help them with pulling the paladin and the mage from the river. The martial artist looks at the knight as he pulls the mage out of the river “Where have you been when we got attacked by a giant squid?” The knight pulls the paladin out of the river and looks at the martial artist with the corner of his eye “I was investigating the area and the squid was an illusion made by a horned elven woman” the mage catches her breath and looks at the knight “What?” She uses her staff to help her stand up “That’s impossible. The elves were extinct thousands of years ago” The knight adjusts his shield and looks down at the mage “You know that’s not true. Since you can sense. And she has the octopuses that we are looking” He walks away from the group and looks around the area for the elven woman “Search around while I search for them. There are bound to be more” the group look at each other and search around together. Danny scurries around grabbing everything that she possibly can think of being important and throwing them into a circle drawn into the ground, chanting an incantation and shrinking everything into a satchel "Lucy we leaving" she shouts at Lucy "Do you have everything?" she yells at her daughter. Lucy comes in running with a large backpack and looks at her mother "I got everything" she walks to her mother and puts the backpack inside the circle "The old bridge is clear we can escape to the old mill across the river" Danny nods "Go and take this I'll catch up as soon as I’m sure they are gone" she shoved Lucy onto the direction of the bridge "I love you and stay strong they will go away " Lucy hugs her mom as she runs to the direction of the old bridge. Danny climbs up the old watchtower of the village waiting it out for the invaders to leave, she leans against the tower wall and looking down at the town "Damm" she wipes her forehead "I'm exhausted I must have used too much of my magic there" she thinks to herself and closes her eyes for a few seconds.

The knight returns to the church, kneels, and pull his sword “I’m sure there are footprints from that elven woman” he ignites his sword with a fire spell, looking around, and notices a set of footprints leading to an old watchtower “Bingo” he follows the footprints, extinguishing the flames on his sword and using the cover of the night. Danny sits down looking down at the misty night sky wondering if she and Lucy are gonna have a peaceful life instead of having to run and hide in fear. Danny wipes the sweat off her forehead realizing how tired she is.

The martial artist wonders and looks at the mage "What are horned elves?" The mage takes her book and flips through the pages "The horned elves are the ancestors of the normal elves, they have great magical abilities, unlike their hornless descents. It's said that a set of their horns is equal in worth to the fortune of 4 noble families" The martial artist looks at the paladin with a smile on his face "If what our knight friend said is true, we will consider ourselves rich" The paladin looks at the martial artist "Typical human greed. You two can take my share and the knight's share" The mage smiles and laughs "That amount of money will last me and my family for at least 5 generations" the martial artist cracks his fists "I will rip those horns" He chuckles from the thought of the elven woman begging for death.

Danny pulls herself together, standing staring off into the distance, seeing Lucy figure disappear off the old bridge and into the forest. "Good, she will be safe," she thought. "Now I can plan the second wave. I hope it will work" she walked wobbly to the center of the tower platform. "For this spell to work I need to focus," she thinks to herself and starts gathering magic particles around her emitting a faint glow around the tower. Danny focuses on the cloaking incantation and doesn't notice the knight nearby. Lucy makes it to the rundown mill and opens the old rotting wooden door "Gotta be here" she scurries looking for the lever that leads to their escape tunnel under the mountain island.

The knight notices the tower’s faint glow and stops “It must be that elven woman” He looks around the tower’s base, sees an open wooden, and walks into the tower, heading top stairs. Danny drops to her knees taking deep breaths "I'm at my limit, this is bad" she catches her breath and sits on the ground

The knight reaches the top of the tower, busting the wooden door open with his shield, and looks at the elf woman on the ground “???” He walks to the woman, noticing her outfit, using his cape to cover her, and helps her up “Are you okay” He looks at her, sitting her on a chair, and looks at the spell drawing on the ground. Danny nearly falls over trying to sit right on the chair. Looking up at the knight seeing his armor knowing that she would not win against him in the state she is now. "I .." she holds her head from the dizziness, realizing the knight’s cape is on her, and turns to look at him all confused.

The Knight looks at the elf woman and points at the spell "What is this spell for?" His helmet covers his face, leaving his amber glowed eyes visible with their lion-like irises, looking directly into the woman's eyes. Danny shivers to see his amber eyes glow through the helmet ." First tell me who sent you" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Depending on your answer I might stop the incantation" she raises her hand emitting a faint blue glow of magic showing that she makes the circle disappear.

The Knight sighs, stands up, and looks down at the woman "Me and the other 3 that came with me are adventurers. We got a request to hunt your tropical octopuses for a cook of a noble house" He puts his shield on his back, taking a chair near him, and sits on it "Tell me, who are you, woman?" He crosses his arms and inspects the woman in front of him.

Seeing the knight’s calmness, Danny drops the circle pulling the knight cape closer to her feeling how warm it keeps her. "I ...or we, me and my adopted daughter are the last of our kind." She explains"My past itself is still unclear as I still don’t remember how I came to be on this island but it’s because of this island that me and my daughter are safe. I am a celestial elf but my daughter seems to be a normal elf." she explains, "We've been living here our whole lives away from the outside world ever since I found out that people hunted elves horns for their magic." she shivers. Looking up at the knight she smiles weakly "I beg you please don’t take the octopuses because If you do more people will come here if me and my daughter are discovered even more then I fear the worst." The Knight stands up and walks to the tower's window, giving his back to the elf woman "You are giving me a hard choice to make, woman." He looks at the ruined town to see where the group he came with are located "The reward for the octopuses is high and if we bring them ourselves, more adventurers will come here looking for the octopuses" He looks at the woman and walks to her "And if that happens, your worst fear will come to life" He gives her his pouch and walks back to the window once more "The pouch has a mana potion in it. Use it to restore your mana" Danny takes the potion opening it "Thank you kind knight " she drank most of it feeling her magical energy coming back. "There is a way at peace here," she says getting up walking to the knight's side looking at his amber eyes, closing his cape closer to her as she feels the cool night air. "The old elves that lived here had a vault down in the catacombs filled with gold and jewelry, If you and your party promise not to tell a single soul about this place you may take as much as you can carry" she explains

The Knight shakes his head and looks at the elf woman "I don't disrespect the tombs of the dead, and I don't think the other 3 would agree with that since they know what you are. As I assume that they are going after you for your horns and probably you will be sold as a slave after your horns are removed" He notices her unusual blue eyes and pink under the moonlight which he sees for the first time. Danny sigh looking out the window "Was worth a try at least "her ears fall flat. "I don't wish that life on me or my daughter is the reason why we've been hidden here for 120 years,” she says as she rests her hand on the window’s frame.

The Knight looks upon the ruins once again and notices a light moving in a dark alley "You should follow your daughter" He cracks his neck and walks to the busted door. Danny nods looking back at the knight taking off his cape holding it out to him "What’s your name kind knight?" The Knight stops, looking at the elf woman, and takes his cape "Call me Lion" he gives her his back, descending the tower, heading to his companions, and confronts them. Danny wonders "Lion? Does he have Lion beast powers? Could explain those gorgeous amber eyes" She blushes. "Snap out of it" she thought, shaking her head making her way down the tower, through the field to the old bridge.

Lion puts his cape on, takes his sword and shield out "This is as far as any of you will get" he stands in front of his group with his shield up and his sword ready. The Paladin chuckles and pulls his sword "So, you decided to show your true colors, Knight?" The mage opens her book and prepares a couple of spells "You don't have a chance in defeating us" Lion walks steadily towards them and keeps his guard up "I will take my chances" The martial artist cracks his knuckles and smiles "Then come at us" Lion looks at the 3 of them, calculating his odds, dashing forward and attacks the mage.

Danny stops at her house rummaging through one of the chests looking for her sword. "If he is going against his party, he's going to need help," she thought, grabbing the blue sword and jumps over the broken door in the direction in which she saw Lion going. "I hope he's okay" she wonders as she ran as fast as she could.

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Cloudy With A Chance

Chapter 25: …of marshmallows.

Masterlist

November isn’t really what he expected. He had hoped for the best and expected the worst. November was a good song that ended too soon. Or a car ride that was too fast. He was a knife and November was a damm gun fight.

One minute he’s on their roof, eating take-away, a little bit sore but feeling content just sitting there and eating in silence.

The next thing he knows, Jiwon is pulling up in front of the Daily Grind offices to pick him up after work. He’s in that white shirt again, this time with fitted black jeans, black boots and the smell of that Jo Malone perfume that only gets used on special occasions.

That hair was still a mess though. Some things never change.

“Hey.” Jiwon greets him with a wide smile as always.

But he stops in his tracks to take everything in. He has a sixth sense about Jiwon and it’s almost never wrong. “Oh my god.”

Jiwon must have expected it because he laughs and shakes his head. “Oh my god, what?”

“Something happened. What happened?” He demands with a pointed accusatory finger.

Jiwon rolls his eyes and sighs. “Just get in the car, Hanbin. Your paranoia is showing.”

He stays frozen in his spot on the pavement and he knows it must look weird but he doesn’t care, the passersby can walk around him. “No. Something happened to you. Tell me.”

“I’ll tell you in the car.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No! I want to know now-”

“Hanbin? Please just get in the car.” Jiwon pleads in a tired voice.

A few curious heads turn in their direction and he feels a small prick of worry creeping up his neck but it’s nothing compared to the anxiety in his chest. They just stare at each other for a moment and he expects Jiwon to back down but he doesn’t.

When did that even happen? Since when did Jiwon even learn how to do that? Since when did he let Jiwon defeat him?

“Okay, fine. Drama queen.” He mutters before walking to the passengers side that Jiwon holds open for him.

“Oh my god…” Jiwon says under his breath as he climbs into the other seat and reverses out of the parking spot and down a quieter side road. They don’t get very far before he’s reach the end of his patience.

“JIWON.” He whines.

“Wait….let me find a park….”

There really isn’t one on the street so they drive down a dark and partially deserted underground carpark. It’s as ominous as the cloud hovering over his head.

“Okay.” Jiwon starts, cutting the engine and pulling his seatbelt off. “Don’t freak out but-”

“Well, that’s a dumb thing to say-”

A hand clamps down on his thigh in warming. “Hanbin…”

He sits back in his seat with what he knows is a childish huff. “Okay, sorry. Go on…”

“Okay. So ummm, I had a meeting with BeatBox today. You probably figured that out by now. They said they liked the mixtape and wanted to talk about signing me up for a 3 year deal. I was going to just sign right there and then but I remembered what you said about reading all the fine print so I said I wanted to take it home and think about it and……Hanbin? Are you even listening?”

No he wasn’t. He stopped listening after “signing me up for a 3 year deal”.

The hand on his thigh squeezes it lightly and Jiwon peers into his face with worry. “Are you okay?”

He shakes head. “No. I’m …..just give me a second.”

He climbs out the car to take a few deep breaths and stare into the darkness. Now he understands why Jiwon wanted to drive him somewhere more secluded, to a place where he can freak out properly without embarrassing himself in public.

When he gets back in the car, Jiwon is looking at him with a big toothy grin. “Feel better? Thought I told you not to freak out?”

“And I thought I told you that I hate surprises. Looks like nobody is getting what they want.”

Jiwon’s hand finds it way up his neck and across his cheek. “Yeah, this is such bad news.”

“Where’s the contract? I want to read it.” He asks, eyes searching around the car.

Jiwon sighs a second time and ruffles his hair until it’s a matching shaggy mess. “Why did I even think this would be some memorable romantic moment…..”

A heavy white envelope is dropped into his lap. “There. Go nuts. I’ll just be over here, waiting for my boyfriend to congratulate me like a normal person would. No big deal.”

He pulls the contract out of the envelope and the sheer weight and number of pages is terrifying.  So this is how Jiwon’s new life begins. He can hardly believe that any of it even came true. It wasn’t so long ago that they were still dreaming of this together.

There’s a whiny noise of irritation next to him. “Biggest day of my life and I’m upstaged by a word document. Great.”

He smiles to himself before sliding the contract back in its envelope and throwing it into the backseat. He thinks about waiting until they drive home but the parking lot is still empty so he climbs into Jiwon’s lap and hovers inches over his face. “Is this romantic enough for you?”

Jiwon is staring at his lips. He’s so obvious that it’s adorable.

He doesn’t know how long they just kiss for but by the time he comes up for air, he forgets where they are.

“You just like me for my contract don’t you?” Jiwon murmurs, hands roaming under his shirt and scratching down his back.

He licks into Jiwon’s mouth again and bites at his pouty lower lip. “Mmm, yeah. I love your big thick contract. I’m going to read it all night long. My eyes are going to be so sore when I’m done.”

Fingers dig painfully into his back and Jiwon groans. “Don’t say stuff like that unless you want me to do something about it.”

He pulls at Jiwon’s hair to get better access to his lips. “Why do you think I said it….”

There’s a laugh that he can hear in his ears and feel in his mouth. When they pull apart a second time, he’s breathless and getting lightheaded.

“So,” Jiwon says quietly, reaching up brush some warm fingers across his cheek. “You proud of me yet?”

He sits back and studies Jiwon’s face for a moment. There’s a smile, there’s always a smile, but there’s also the slightest tinge of insecurity. He’d never pick up on it if not for the fact that he sees it almost every day in the mirror.

He’s caught between feeling offended and guilty. Offended that Jiwon would even doubt him but guilty because he knows he never tells Jiwon how he really feels about him.

“Of course I am. I was proud of you even before you got this deal. You know that right?”

“Oh….Okay.” Jiwon replies with a smaller lopsided smile. “You’re kind of taking this better than I thought you would.”

He shrugs. “I always knew this was going to happen for you eventually. I was just waiting for the rest of the world to catch up.”

Jiwon sighs again and frowns. “Can I tell you something else?”

“Yeah.”

“Once I sign the contract, it’s going to be crazy busy.”

He leans forward and wraps his arms around Jiwon’s body again. “I know. It’s going to be a wild ride.”

“You’ll be there for it, right?”

His heart fractures just a little bit at the way Jiwon is so unsure of himself now, despite the amount of times he’s won and keeps on winning. Part of him understands it, the way insecurities creep into everything no matter how hard you push them away, but the other part can’t understand it at all. Jiwon has everything going for him. A whole new life to begin. What was there to even be scared about?

“I’ll be wherever you want me to be.”

*****

June invites them out to dinner to celebrate. He doesn’t really want to go. He doesn’t know how long he can keep this version of Jiwon all to himself for. It’s selfish but love is selfish sometimes and there’s nothing he can do to get rid of it’s greed.

But it’s nice. And he’s just happy to watch Jiwon laugh and bicker with June over things that weren’t even worth bickering over: like if he’s going to dedicate a song to each of them or if he’s going to make embarrassing hip-hop videos or when he’s going to buy June a Porsche.

There’s a nudge at his elbow as Yoyo leans across the table and asks him how he took the good news today.

“Did he text you? Because that’s about as romantic as I expect him to be.” Yoyo says, nibbling on a breadstick. “He told us he moved in with you via a post-it. It literally said; at hbin’s house now.”

“Because you guys aren’t worth a 10 cent text.” Jiwon interjects snidely.

June looks at him with a shake of his head. “See how he disrespects us? This is what I’ve been trying to warn you about for 6 months. It’s not too late to leave. If you’re into tattooed music guys, I can set you up with this guy that’s been coming to the shop lately. Kinda looks like a bunny too.”

Jiwon makes a disgusting noise. “Are you talking about that Jungkook kid? No way. He goes to my gym, he’s a little punk.”

“At least he can perform on stage without his pants falling down.” Yoyo says quietly into his glass of wine.

“I told you, that was deliberate. All the guys were doing it!”

June leans towards him again. “Seriously though Hanbin, if you ever want out, just let me know. I think you’ve suffered for 5 months longer than any human man should have to.”

He laughs at Jiwon’s indignant face as there’s another burst of argument.

Yoyo sighs, leaning back in his chair. “They’re like this every single time they’re within a 5 mile radius of each other. If anyone has suffered, it’s me. Please don’t leave okay? I need you as a buffer.”

“I won’t.” He says with a chuckle.

They end up talking about award shows over the entrees, music videos over the main course and how rich Jiwon will be over dessert. He loves thinking about Jiwon’s future and all the things he will get to do but there’s still that selfish part of him that resurfaces again, the part that doesn’t really want to share Jiwon with anyone. The more people that Jiwon meets, the more likely he’ll eventually find the guy who he is probably meant to end up with.

He can feel a frown forming so he occupies his mouth with cake instead. There’s a hand that sneaks behind his back to draw him slightly closer and for the billionth time in 25 years, he just wishes he was a regular person who knew how to act normally and didn’t have a brain that tries to ruin every single situation with pessimism.

By the time a second round of dessert is ordered Jiwon’s hand leaves his back to rest on his upper thigh. He likes it. Not because it’s possessive, and it was a little bit, but because he likes the feeling that they’re always connected, even when they’re not talking to each other. The conversation goes on without him so he reaches under the table and traces over all the prominent veins on the surface of Jiwon’s hand.

He really should’ve stopped drinking 3 glasses ago but someone keeps setting down something new in front of him. Either he drank too fast or Jiwon was drinking too slow because when he looks over with glazed eyes, all he can focus on is how Jiwon’s bottom lip always sticks out so much.

There’s a burst of laughter and suddenly his eyes are caught in Jiwon’s too-sober gaze. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head but even as he does it, he can’t even tear his eyes away from that face. Jiwon smiles at him before turning away. The hand under the table squeezes tighter around his thigh.

They share a rowdy and chaotic taxi home and and he doesn’t remember what was said in the backseat, just snippets of laughter, an old song on the radio, the cool air from an opened window, the way the night sky and sparkling lights whiz by and Jiwon’s hand still on his leg.

He wants to remember everything.

****

November felt so different. It wasn’t really a month. It was more like a circus with something happening at every turn. It was like someone just hit the fast-forward button on their life and now all they could do was try to keep up.

In the week after his BeatBox meeting, he felt something change in himself. Hanbin was right, he had never been expected to do anything or have any real responsibility for anyone but himself. Maybe there had been some kind of parental pressure to find a wife and settled down but after awhile even his parents must have come to terms with his need for independence and freedom.

But now he wasn’t just a single entity anymore. He wasn’t just Jiwon. Not really. He belonged to someone and to something. It went against all 26 years of living freely and doing what he wanted, whenever he wanted. He will never tell Hanbin about all those nights where he freaked out about falling in love because….well, he isn’t someone who falls in love, he barely even knew what that was like. Maybe he thought he knew but when Hanbin came along, it just proved beyond a shadow of doubt that he didn’t know anything.

He wasn’t just Jiwon. He was Jiwon-And-Hanbin, said in the same breath as June-And-Yunheong. Donghyuk-And-Coffee. Chicken-And-Beer. Music-And-Lyrics.

He was in a unit and he had actual responsibilities now: to himself, to Hanbin, to their life and their future. He wasn’t just living for himself anymore. The choices he makes affects someone else, just like the mistakes he makes will.

It was…..terrifying and claustrophobic and he doesn’t really know how to deal with it when it all finally hits him at 2 in the morning.

His first instinct is to just run away.

But there’s a hand that rubs his back when he tosses and turns a few too many times. “You okay?” Hanbin asks in a sleepy voice.

He doesn’t know. Is he okay?

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” He replies, probably not convincing anybody, least of all Hanbin.

“What is it? You want to tell me?”

The back rub is soothing and he wishes it wasn’t because it makes it harder for him to leave their bed and this conversation. “I’m just……I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t meant to happen like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like if I fuck it up, it’s not just me who has to deal with it. It’s you and the record label and the producer who went out of his way to get me the contract. I just wanted to make music and perform but this is turning out to be a whole big deal and I’m just…..I don’t want a whole big deal….and I don’t want you to expect anything from me because I might just disappoint you.”

He doesn’t really hear it until he gets to the end. He’s freaking out. He hasn’t had one in a long time.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Hanbins says gently in his ear and turns him around so he can bury his head into the smaller, but somehow more softer, chest. “I don’t really care if you fuck things up. I told you. I don’t care if things never get any better than this. You can fuck things up as many times as you want but I know you, I know you’re going to be great at this. You’re already great and you haven’t even started.”

He shakes his head.

“You are. You know you are. You always have been. You went out and got everything you said you wanted to get. It’s more than I’ve ever done Jiwon. You’re the opposite of a disappointment.”

“I don’t want things to change.” He says into Hanbin’s chest, wondering where the hell all his confidence and optimism went. Maybe he had been living in some bubble for too long. Maybe this is what it’s like living a normal adult life, complete with all it’s complications. “I don’t want to sign a contract that locks me in for three years. What if they make me tour for like 12 months straight? What if you can’t come with me?”

There’s a chuckle underneath him. “Did you even read anything besides the first page of that contract?”

“It’s too long.” He grumbles.

“Well, I read the whole thing and it doesn’t even say anything about a tour until year 2. You write and record for the sixth months, then they’ll try you out in clubs and events. If people like you, they’ll put you on the promo rounds. If that goes well, they’ll push for either a mini-album or a full album, depending on how popular you get. You won’t be going on any crazy 12 month tour for years.”

He knows it’s meant to make him feel better but it doesn’t really. “What if no-one likes me?”

“You must be kidding right?” Hanbin asks in an amused tone. “You know you have fangirls and guys already don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” He’s getting pathetic and whiny but he can’t help it.

There’s a hand carding softly through his hair. “Think of it this way, BeatBox could’ve picked anyone but they picked you. They’ve been to so many mic nights and they still picked you. It wasn’t an accident. They planned it. And they have plans for you. All you need to do is show up. It’s in their interest not to let you fail. And besides, you’ll always have me. If it helps.” Hanbin concludes with a laugh.

He’s known for a while now that there are days where Hanbin needs him in some way, whether it’s just a little physical contact or a lot of emotional support but the more time that passes and the more he grows up, the more he realises he needs Hanbin just as much.

“Can you read all my contracts?”

“Even if you don’t ask.”

“And come to all my shows?”

“Even if I’m not invited.”

“And maybe not date any other rappers?”

“Now you’re just being unrealistic, Jiwon.”

He shoves at Hanbin’s chest and gets that adorable high pitched giggle in return.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Hanbin laughs. “I already got the most ridiculous one, everyone else would be a total downgrade now.”

He settles back into Hanbin’s chest. “Why does everything have to be so complicated when you grow up?”

“Because adults like complicating things and business ruins art. But that doesn’t mean we should stop trying.”

He hmms in response and just enjoys the warm comfortable silence of their bed.

There’s a long sigh underneath him. “I can’t sleep now.”

“Me either. Sorry, I woke you.”

“It’s okay.” Hanbin yawns and stretches out. “I’m kinda thirsty. Do you want anything?”

“I really feel like a hot chocolate. With those marshmallows.”

“Are you also five years old?”

“Yes.”

****

November is throwing everything at him.

One minute he’s in their bed, having a dream about pudgy cheeks and bunny smiles and the next thing he knows, Jiwon is having a mid-adult-crisis and he’s now standing in their kitchen trying to find the mini-marshmallows for the hot chocolate.

Jiwon shuffles in eventually, looking like a crumpled mess as always. He hopes that never changes.

“Why did you get up? I was going to bring it to you.”

“Got lonely waiting.” Jiwon shrugs.

“It’s been like seven minutes.”

Jiwon takes the packet of marshmallows from his hands, throws it on the kitchen counter and just pulls him into a tight hug. He doesn’t really say anything or explain. Just holds on tight and whispers the same thing over and over again.

He gets the bittersweet feeling that one day, in the not-too-distant-future when they’re both too busy, he will miss this moment. He misses it even though he’s still right in the middle of it and can feel the way the seconds tick closer and closer towards the end. 

Because every beginning must have an end right?

He grabs the back of Jiwon’s shirt and holds on just as tight. Maybe he can make this last longer. Maybe some beginnings don’t have to end.

****

Soundtrack: Spring Day (piano cover) | Airplane (piano cover) 

[willpowerbutch]

Donald Trump: An Investigation, Part 1

By Willpower Butch

It is the wisdom of many erudite historians that what social, economic, and existential ills are not caused by the government are the work of anal omnivores. Since the untimely French vacation of eminent manly man Jack Palance in 1963, the core of the American political regime and the organized wedding pansies have been one and the same. In an age where many crimes go unaccounted for -- from ukulele loners to interactive Barbie phalloplasty kits -- one matter in particular is near to the substantial biceps of Manly Men! Magazine’s editorial staff. By way of investigating Paul Dano’s illegal gaysexualization of Sad Gandalf’s dick magnet, correspondent Paragon Shag proceeded with all haste to the residence of Donald J. Trump, America’s most prominent true crime celebrity and sheik of sexual harassment on earth, who could surely answer his enlarged questions. Armed on this holy mission with only a family-size canister of drugstore blush, he embarked from his Rhode Island property on Good Friday, 2017, ignorant of the Spanish activist poetry that awaited him.

 Cant-bro I: Escaping the Wood

Passing from the cul-de-sac of his condemned bourbon mattress into the backwoods from Gus Van Sant’s Japanese suicide fetish, Shag felt his ankle hair shrivel into nanciful fuzz. His heart was stopped by a flood of genteel dignity. “Lesbians,” he whispered, pouncing behind a boulder just as the grotesque silhouette of a buzz-cut, muscle-shirt-clad pregnantagonist emerged from the tight opening between two arched fruit trees. Slowing to adjust her pocketless denim, the mammarian sniffed the air carefully. Upon detecting the spice of heterosexual perfection, she made her way to Shag’s rock. She halted before it and touched the surface, causing the stone to crumble into the chalk of a million surprise Ecstasy fellatios. Shag clutched his package as he came indecently into view of the she-man.

“You think you can infect us with rape culture?” she screamed. “We may all be vegan indie rappers, but that doesn’t mean we won’t enjoy watching you spin on a medical dildo to the soundtrack from The Joy Luck Club, Testomorph.” Her eyes glinted with body-positive armpit worship. “This is for Wonder Woman.” Brandishing her boy band-scented implements, she approached Shag, channeling the evil power of quinoa. “Say goodbye to your white privilege.”

Suddenly, a monster truck of sacred light descended from the treetops, and before them appeared the long-dead ghost of Mickey Rourke. Shag recoiled in manly courage, but the fair-weather Buddhist was undeterred. “You think you can fight me with a freezer-burnt church stroker? I have the miracle of childbirth on my side,” she snorted with disdainful laughter.

The shade crouched low, drawing his gargantuan arm back, and took a deep drag from his coal cigar. “Children are pussies,” he roared, and with that, he let fly his fist. It connected with her chin, sending the womosexual high into the air, into the sun, vanishing from sight like Dominic Monaghan.

Shag exhaled his morally ungay emotion. Left alone with this stranger, it occurred to him that the phantom may not be all that it seemed until, finally, it addressed him. “If I have to look at these goddamn trees for five more seconds, I’m gonna beat them into popsicle sticks.” Shag relaxed then, reassured that it was truly the spirit of his late gym partner.

“Help me, sir, for I am on a butch task to make Donald Trump answer for his Edith Piaf slippers,” appealed the correspondent. He then bit off his own breast envy and broke down into a display of armless push-ups. Moved by Shag’s engorging virility, Rourke flexed his affirmation, and the two individual men set out in vague, unlubricated proximity of each other.

After a distinguished silence, Shag asked Rourke how he had come to know of Shag’s throbbing adventure.

“The guy who told me to come is the baddest motherfucker of any of us,” said he. “He makes Arnold Schwarzenegger look like Jean-Claude van Damme.”

“No,” replied Shag in disbelief. “It cannot be.”

“You bet your ass it’s David Carradine,” shouted Rourke, kicking a squirrel.

Heartened by the muscular attention of his hero, Shag and his comrade boarded the train to Satan’s province and began their long travail.

Cant-bro II: Limbo

When Shag awoke, they had arrived in the first circle of hell. “Why is everyone bent over?” he asked. “Is this some sort of Episcopalian ritual?”

“No, man,” came Rourke’s hushed warning. “It’s the Greeks. God threw them in the bullshit for inventing shade.” So distressed was my friend the correspondent at the sight of ethnics trying to deal with Joan Crawford that he fell back swiftly into a troubled sleep.

Cant-bro III: Gays

He came to once more to the sound of innocent children being corrupted by manga. “Where are we now?” Shag inquired of his guide and then noticed heterosexfully that Rourke was sitting by the opposite window, a crossbow lodged under his heroically swelling nipples. “Are we under attack?”

“Yes,” the manly man growled back. “We are under attack for our marriage.” It was then that Shag heard a loud synthesizer from without the train, and the car pendulated. Thrown up against the glass, he saw with his own eyes what was destroying America: dozens of small gays ramming up against the cabin like erect wasps, violently knitting war film bisexuals. In the center of them emerged a glittery, Baileys-drenched ‘70s muscle stripper, the sight of whom caused Shag’s blood to freeze. “Darling! You came back for another taste of my see-through ice cream!” purred the woman. It was Ben Whishaw, undulating in his bead skirt as he stroked a hand sensuously through the bristles of his porn mustache. Aroused by the presence of sweaty men, he came to alertness out of his Tylenol-induced strip-tease and, after disentangling himself from a blonde naval street predator, he leapt through the open window beside Shag.

“My love!” he exclaimed, demurely licking Shag’s stratum of chest hair. “Don’t be afraid. I’m a changed man. Look!” Whishaw touched his upper lip proudly. “I’ve become a straight!”

“Don’t listen to Hindu Rachel Weisz,” yelled Rourke. “She’s tryna slip white wine in your vodka!”

Shag karate-chopped the wall, sending a number of homosexists flying. “I will never fund your bearded child pageant!” he declared. With that, he lifted Whishaw high above his head and tossed him back out the window like a paper mache lioness. “Go peddle your human protein shakes elsewhere, Boy George!”

Soon, Paragon Shag slumped back in his seat, exhausted by his sacred duty to resuscitate divorce. The manly men’s train pulled out of the gay wastelands skillfully, and as it did, they heard in the distance the nasal voices of trendy Jesuits seducing Mahler fairies at a midnight Waffle House as they descended further into America.

Cant-bro IV: KFC

“What is the meaning of this?” Shag demanded as their vessel nose-dived into a lake of fiery chicken grease. “You cannot tell me that the ‘90s is here, too?” Rourke shook his head and indicated out the window, where Shag beheld a remarkable thing: an enormous structure in the shape of God’s preference of men, its tip aglow with yellow lights. It read, ‘Drumpf Shaft.’ Shag looked upon it with his mouth open, doused in pure, volcanic admiration.

“Why,” Shag breathed, “I don’t believe I have ever beheld such an attractive spectacle.” The thing rose so high and proud that it blotted into the sun, casting the netherworld in moist darkness. “It must be so wonderful on the inside. Shall we try to see it up close?”

Losing patience, Rourke disciplined my friend with a majestic bitch parade. “That’s how the queers get you,” Rourke cautioned him. “One day you’re admiring each other’s towers, and the next he’s licking Halloween glitter off your sliding back door.” Shag swallowed his disgust, and his arm hair grew three inches in manly indignation. So that’s what happened to James Franco, he thought bitterly.

Their train continued to slice through the countryside, leaving far in its wake the many fabulants of years past who had made the world today such a cataclysm of Nancy Sinatra hookers. A rare calm befell them. As Shag stretched out again, lulled by the peaceful monsoon winds and the biblical throw-downs of slap-fighting car wash preachers, he confided in his companion. “If it could only be like this always. Always men. Manly men. The manliest-tempered ungay fruit ripeness of muscle manliness. Men.”  

TO BE CONTINUED

***

About the Authors

Admiral Willpower Butch cemented his reputation as the 21st century’s most important journalist when he became the first member of the press to condemn Antonio Banderas for seducing America. Today, his various masculine pursuits include stealing the rest of John Waters’ mustache, hacking down the Amazon with his fists, and not having cried since Rock Hudson was born. His friend and faithful correspondent, Paragon Shag, is driven to righteousness by the memory of Colin Firth’s heterosexuality. Their secretary, Dead Summer Days, is the kind of guy who practices karate in public restrooms.

[denemebonus-site2024]

What is Sense8 even about?????

Ok ok ok I already tried answering this a few times but Tumblr is being such a douchebag to me, anyways I’ll try one more time!

“Sense8 tells the story of eight strangers: Capheus, Sun, Nomi, Kala, Riley, Wolfgang, Lito and Will, each from a different culture and part of the world. When the eight suddenly experience a vision of the violent death of a woman called Angelica, they discover that they are “sensates,” otherwise normal humans linked with a mental and emotional connection, making them able to sense and communicate with each other, as well as share their knowledge, language and skills. While trying to live their lives and figure out how and why this connection has happened and what it means, they are aided by another sensate, Jonas, who is trying to protect them from a similarly empowered sensate called “Whispers”, who leads an organization that hunts down his own kind by tapping into their psychic link.”You can watch Season 1 Trailer HereSeason 1 Conceptual Video Here  And if you want some clips that have no spoilers but show you kind of like a sneak preview of what the show is like you can watch this glorious masterpiece or this glorious masterpiece Heads up the second one contains Language and Violence (nothing too heavy)

As far as the characters go, each character is fucking brilliantly written and amazing.

“Will Gorski, a Chicago police officer haunted by an unsolved murder from his childhood. “The whole idea of Will Gorski, the idea of someone who’s got this drive to act and to do, not just to be done to. It’s very central to Will’s character“ His Character Trailer

“ Riley Blue, an Icelandic DJ living in London who is trying to escape a troubled past.” Her Character Trailer

“Wolfgang Bogdanow, a Berlin locksmith and safe-cracker who has unresolved issues with his late father and participates in organized crime“ He’s one of my favorites His Character Trailer

”Kala Dandekar, university-educated pharmacist and devout Hindu in Mumbai who is engaged to marry a man she does not love” My other favorite even though I love them all Her Character Trailer

“Lito Rodriguez, a closeted actor of Spanish background living in Mexico City with his boyfriend Hernando” His Character Trailer

“Sun Bak, daughter of a powerful Seoul businessman and a burgeoning star in the underground kickboxing world“ Another fave Her Character Trailer

“Capheus "Van Damn” Onyango, a matatu driver in Nairobi who is trying to earn money to buy AIDS medicine for his mother. Capheus’ matatu is called the “Van Damn” and sports drawings of Jean-Claude Van Damme as he is a passionate fan of his movies. This, along with his bravery to protect his matatu and its passengers from bandits, earned him his widely used Van Damn nickname (sometimes also called Van Damme)” (In season 2 he got recasted) His Character Trailer

“Nomi Marks, a trans woman hacktivist and blogger living in San Francisco with her girlfriend Amanita.She was born Michael but changed her name to Nomi, which stands for “Know Me"“ Her Character Trailer

And not only that the shows cinematography is absolutely breathtaking

The show also has a lovely representation of diversity in, well everything and is a strong advocate for the lgbt community.

The show does have some nudity and sexual situations and violence but it’s rated TV-MA for that exact reason.Even if there won’t be a season 3, the first 2 seasons will remain on Netflix and sense 8 will continue to be one of the best tv series I’ve ever watched

[greenappleeyes]

Secret Lives (part 4)

Words: 3.1k

Summary: The Winchesters need your help on a case and you finally get to meet Castiel.

Warnings: Angst, language, very brief smut

A/N:Tag is list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.

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It had been 2 years since Steve had gone missing and you threw yourself back into hunting. You had become reckless, but in a sense you had become a better hunter. Even if you got hurt, you wouldn’t let it stop you from getting your kill. You also no longer allowed yourself to be distracted by the idea of happiness. “Hunters don’t get a happy ending,” you’d tell yourself.

You still kept in touch with Sam and Dean, but never divulged the real reason you went back to hunting; though they had their suspicions.

Currently, you were on your way to assist them with a case. You found yourself feeling something you hadn’t felt in a long time; excitement. The case itself wasn’t that exciting or difficult. They needed female bait, no biggie. But you were finally going to meet their angel friend, Castiel. You had heard than angels were dicks, but most humans you dealt with were also. You thought he might have some kind of better insight to life or grand wisdom or at very least, teach you better technique with an angel blade.

Your car started to ding at you, indicating that it was time to refuel. You had pulled behind a gold pimpmobile and laughed that it was being filled by what looked to be a business man in a trench coat.

“Nice car.” You joked as you passed by, heading inside for road snacks.

“Thank y…” he stopped abruptly when your eyes met.

“Steve?” you asked hesitantly, not really believing your own eyes. “Oh my god, is that you? You’re alive! You’re ok.” You were initially so overcome with relief that you had temporarily forgotten the pain of losing him. You rushed him and threw your arms around him.

“Y/N, wha… what are you doing here?” he sounded more surprised than happy to see you.

You pulled away quickly, feeling embarrassed at the sudden burst of emotion. “Um, work.”

Now that you were close to him, you got a good look at him. He looked like he was doing pretty well for himself, dressed in a suit instead of a crappy blue vest. It immediately made you angry as you began to question his disappearance. “What the hell happened to you? You just vanished. Not a word, call, even a fucking letter? What the fuck man?”

His jaw tensed and you could have swore you saw pain flash in his eyes, but he remained calm. “I’m sorry. I had no choice.”

His lack of an answer only fueled your rage. “That isn’t good enough, Steve! What? Were you married or something and reconciled? Criminal on the run?” You were losing the battle against your own tears. “I opened everything to you. My bed, my heart? You… you told me you loved me. Remember? Then you just bailed. And look at you now! You look like you’re doing pretty well for yourself.” You sighed sadly and your voice quieted. “I guess I was just a convenience; free place to stay and all the sex you could want.”

Your words cut him deeply. He never wanted to leave you behind. His past had caught up with him and he couldn’t hide from it anymore. He did love you and wanted to keep you safe. If he had tried to tell you the truth or bring you with him, you’d only be placed in danger. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do, but he thought it was necessary at the time. Now, he wasn’t so sure. “No. I… it’s complicated. You were so much more than a convenience to me. But, I had to leave. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

You rolled your eyes. “The right thing for who?!” You took a deep breath to calm yourself again before admitting what you really thought happened. “Look, I get it. You were down on your luck and I was there to provide a warm place to sleep. I suppose fucking me was just a bonus. Maybe you didn’t anticipate me falling for you, so you bailed when I did. Rip the band-aid off quickly so it doesn’t hurt at much.”

He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, “It wasn’t like that! I did… care about you; immensely. I had pressing matters to attend to that would have put you in danger! I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Danger? From what, Steve? A rival accounting firm?!” You shouted, no longer caring if you were making a scene. “You know what? I’m glad you’re ok, I really am. Have a nice fucking life, asshole!” You hopped back into your car and sped away despite him calling after you to wait.

You were thankful when the numbness finally set in again; that was a feeling you had become more than accustomed to. You sped to your destination, hoping there weren’t any cops out.

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You pulled into the motel parking lot next to the Impala. You were greeted by Sam and Dean when you knocked on their door. They immediately noticed how upset you looked. “Hey, kid, you look like you could use a drink.” You happily accepted. They briefed you on the case and informed you that Castiel would be here in the morning; he had finally realized that humans required sleep at night.

Standing up and stretching, you finally announced, “Alright, boys. I guess it’s time to go get myself a room and try to get some shut-eye.”

Dean piped up quickly, “You could always stay here, sweeetheart.” There was that tone again. That tone of ‘I know exactly how to get your mind off of whatever is bothering you.’ Sam picked up on it as well and excused himself from the room for a few hours.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Fuck it.” It had been a while and you could afford a distraction for the night; especially after the events from the day. You threw yourself on to Deans lap and kissed him hungrily.

“You need if rough this time don’t you, kid?” he growled into your neck. Dean was not someone you ever felt like you could spend your life with, but he certainly knew how to take care of you for an evening.

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You woke up the next morning, laying on Deans chest. You always found it to be interesting that he kept this tough-guy persona, but he was a major cuddler. You didn’t mind. It had been a long time since someone held you. Your thoughts drifted to Steve again which made you crave another “distraction.”

You were pleased to see that Sams bed was empty; he must have found somewhere else to sleep last night. You trailed your hand down Deans stomach until you reached what you were looking for. “God bless morning wood.”

“Mmm, morning sweetheart. Looking for round two, I see.” He groaned as he felt you stroking his hard member.

You weren’t looking for romance, you were looking to try to make yourself forget your own emotions. You hopped up quickly and sunk yourself down on him. He tried to rock slowly and draw it out. But you were looking for hard and fast. Frankly, you wanted it to hurt and to feel the soreness all day. You set a fast pace as you raced towards your release.

You were close to orgasm when the motel door opened suddenly causing Dean to yell out. “Hey! Come on man! Do not disturb, it says it right on the door!”

It was hard to distinguish the voice over Deans yelling, but you heard a man quickly utter “My apologies,” before the door closed again.

Dean gave you an embarrassed smile, “Sorry, he’s still a little off when it comes to normal behavior. "Now, where were we?”

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After you had finished your morning activities and had a shower, you and Dean exited the motel. You kept your face low because the embarrassment of being walked in on by an angel was still pretty high. You were still thankful that you had been facing away from the door, so you didn’t give him the full show.

Lifting your eyes, you saw the same gold car and the same trench coated man leaning against it. Instantly, your blood boiled. “Did you fucking follow me here? What the fuck Steve?!”

Dean had to hold you back as you lunged forward. “Woah! Calm down! You know him?! Cas, what the hell is going on?”

You wrenched yourself free from Deans hands and gave him a look of confusion mixed with anger. “Cas?! As in, Castiel? The fucking angel?” You threw your hands up in frustration. “Well isn’t this just perfect. It makes a lot of sense now. ”

Castiel finally managed to speak up, although he didn’t help himself at all. “Were you having intercourse with Dean?”

Both you and Dean narrowed your eyes at the angel. You spoke first, “Not that it is any of your damm business, but yeah! You walked in on me fucking Dean.” You actually felt a little proud when you saw jealousy flash across his face.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and his jaw tensed.

You stood there in awkward silence for a moment before Dean suggested you talk to Castiel alone. He and Sam, who was all kinds of confused, left you two alone by the car.

The hurt you felt had now overtaken the anger and you spoke softly. “Ste… Cas, whatever your name is. I think I at least deserve to know why. Is this just something angels do? Was I anything more than just a toy to you?”

He reached out to grab your hand, only for you to pull away. “It’s not like that! I promise. It’s just…”

You snapped at him, “If you try to tell me it’s complicated one more time, I’m going to stab you. ”

He tilted his head and softened his eyes, “Y/N, you know that wouldn’t hurt me. Not unless you had an angel blade.”

You huffed and started walking back to your car. “What’s the point?”

He reached for your shoulder to stop you, “Where are you going?” You didn’t expect him to sound so worried.

You shoved his hand away from you and kept walking, “Like you care.”

He ran up to stand in front of you. “I do care! I will always care about you. What I did… I thought it was for the best. I left to keep you safe.”

“You think I’m mad because you left? Look, I’ve been dumped before. I would have been sad for a while, then moved on.” You felt your bottom lip quivering and tried to still yourself. “I thought you were dead! I was terrified that you were taken because of me, because of what I do. I’ve blamed myself every day since you disappeared. Now, I find out you just bailed.” You took a deep breath and wiped tears away with your sleeve. “How can you say that you care about me when you just let me think the worst had happened? How could you just leave without a word?”

His head dropped and he faced the ground like a kicked puppy. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you that I had to leave. I wanted to tell you everything. But… I just couldn’t do it.” He paused for a moment and sighed deeply. “I was a coward. I knew if I went back to see you, I’d never be able to leave without you. I couldn’t allow myself to put you in that kind of danger.”

You felt your resolve weakening; you weren’t ready to forgive him, but you were ready to let him explain himself. Unfortunately that would have to wait until later as you saw the Winchesters returning to where you and Castiel stood. It was time to get to work.

“You good, now?” Dean asked the question like it was that simple.

You shrugged, “Not really, but we’re fine for the moment.”

He pointed between you and Castiel, “We’re gonna have to talk about how you two know each other, but right now you’ve got to get dressed. You still have that little black number?”

“Nah, that one got torn up last year.” You winked and flashed a coy smile. “I’ve got a red one now.” You turned to head back into the motel room to change.

—————

Upon returning to the parking lot where Castiel and the Winchesters were waiting, you could hear Dean and Castiel arguing.

“Cas, I don’t care if you don’t like it! For this plan to work, we need her. This ain’t her first rodeo, man. She was hunting before she met you and, well, she’s been doing a fine job of it after you bailed on her!” You didn’t need Dean to defend you, but it was a nice gesture.

You actually got worried when Castiel grabbed Dean by the front of his jacket, lifted him up, and slammed him against the side of the car. He spoke in a low growl that you were trying your hardest to deny how hot it sounded. “It would be wise for you to watch your tone.”

Sam yelled for him to let Dean go and tried to break them apart, but angel strength is an impressive thing. You rolled you eyes and spoke calmly. “Castiel. Put the hunter down.” Everyone, including yourself, was shocked that he obeyed you. His bitch-faced glare remained on Dean, but he let him down.

When his eyes trailed to you, they widened some and he licked his lower lip. You weren’t going to deny that it was a confidence booster. What girl doesn’t want the ex who wronged her to think she looks good in a sexy outfit?

“You good?” you asked, mocking Dean. “We should get going, don’t want to be late to my evening of groping!”

You slid into the back seat of the Impala as Castiel got in on the other side. He was still tense and glaring out the window. He finally turned to you and spoke softly. “I am not comfortable with this, Y/N.”

You let out a small laugh, “Noted. No one’s asking you to be comfortable with it.” He rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. “Dean’s right, you know. I was doing this long before… us and I was hunting on my own again after you left.”

Now you were getting his irritated bitch-face aimed at you, but you didn’t mind it. “Get as mad as you want, it doesn’t change anything. It sounds pretty sexist, but half of being a young female hunter is being the bait. I do my job, which is to look like helpless, drunk prey and your job is to watch and make sure I don’t get killed. Ya dig?”

He scowled and nodded. “Yeah. I dig.”

—————

The night went smoothly which meant girls would no longer be going missing in this town. You were quite happy with the outcome, but tired from the fight. Sam had managed to impress the super-model looking bartender and went back to celebrate with her. When you got back to the motel with Dean and Castiel, you felt like you could almost smell the tension.

Dean, per the usual, spoke first. “So, you guys were a thing, huh?”

You let out an annoyed sigh as you didn’t really want to talk about it, but knew he wouldn’t let it go. “Yes, about 2 years ago. He lied and pretended to be a human cashier at a gas station named Steve. We sort of lived together for a few months. Then he left. Now you’re up to speed.”

Dean stared at you with wide eyes and then shook his head. “Wait! He’s the guy you were talking about when I asked you about that rogue angel?” He rubbed his hands over his face. “Wow, small world man, small world. Remember the other contact I had in town? That was Cas.”

Castiel finally spoke up, “I only pretended my name was Steve. I was a human employed as a sales associate. I wasn’t an angel at the time. I am again, now. It's…” he trailed off when you shot him a look warning him not to say “complicated” again.

“Well, Cas, I’ve gotta say that I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you. She’s a feisty one, Y/N is.” Dean said with a wink.

You just rolled your eyes, you were used to the way Dean talked about sex. Castiel, however, was visibly annoyed by it. “You shouldn’t talk about her that way.”

Dean threw his hands up defensively, “Hey man, I’m just being honest here.” He stood up and moved to sit next to you on the bed and placed his hand on your knee. “I know from experience, Y/N and I go way back.”

Castiel stood abruptly and shouted, “Don’t touch her. She’s not yours.”

With that, you had enough. “Jesus fuck guys, can you put your dicks and the measuring tape away for a minute?!”

Castiel looked shocked and confused for a second and looked down. “I don’t have any measuring tape and our di…”

You cut him off with a laugh. “Still don’t understand certain phrases, huh? You guys seriously need to calm the hell down and quit this pissing contest. I don’t belong to anyone, so I’ll fuck who I please.” Dean flashed a smug look at Castiel. “Hey, pretty boy, that doesn’t mean I’m fucking YOU tonight. So wipe that damn smile off your face.”

Dean stood up and headed towards the motel door. “Whatever man. Look, you guys clearly have some shit to discuss still, so I’ll make myself scarce.” You knew that meant he was heading to another bar to have someone massage his bruised ego.

“I know I don’t have any right to feel this way, but I don’t like thinking about you and Dean… together.” The last word coming out in a disgusted tone.

“That’s not exactly true. You have the right to FEEL any way you do. What you don’t have the right to do is to try and lay claim to me.” Your narrowed eyes softened and you gave a small smile. “But I’ll let it pass this time. Dean was being an ass and trying to get under your skin.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “He succeeded. His thoughts were much worse than his words.” He sighed and slumped back into the chair he was sitting in. “Jealousy is an unpleasant emotion. I’ve never experienced it like that before.”

“Yes, it is.” You flashed him a smile. “Good to know you’re the jealous type.” You internally cringed at your words and chastised yourself. You were flirting. Why were you flirting?! You’re supposed to hate him; but here you were flirting with him, alone in a motel room. You shook yourself from your thoughts and stood up. “Ok, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take a shower and then you’re going to tell me this complicated story of yours. I think I deserve to know what happened.”

He nodded. “Yes, I suppose you do.”

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