#I have no reliable way out of home without my mom driving me

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

shouldnt you be making art for yourself vs other people? You art isn’t a commodity or a product, it’s self expression for yourself :(

It's also my job. And if nobody's interacting with it I'm broke af (like how I am rn with literally $20)

[nhws]

so guys. opening askbox for me was like inviting a vampire in i will stay here for a bit actually. i have thoughts > i did read the post-greyscale xavier vs virion yap session in the morning and then had a lot of coffee and a lot of time to think about it (insanely boring slow day at work). i'm hijacking that train of thought i hope u don't mind

x insluting him like this is so evil /pos. actually one of my favourite little details about canon pd greyscale is how william's family just generally. lowkey sees and treats vynce as his bodyguard instead of his friend. that's so mean! suggests a specific unbalanced power dynamic between them and it feels bad when people point it out! and in nhw context it's even stronger because to be honest. yeah can they really argue against it? he is the bodyguard, he is the guard dog of the group, it's absolutely obvious. still feels bad and dehumanizing to hear, he's More than that, but x is not Wrong. it's the type of dynamic that jade could lightly tease william about in more private chill setting. and he could get embarassed and laugh it off then, but now it's like. oh so you Mean It. it's a low blow and feels awful but you know you can't even fight against it because in this context it's a dumb thing to whine about. so sorry wraith but you did way worse shit and now you deserve to feel upset about me being mean to your pathetic boyfriend or whatever, and you know it!! you know how it is, when dogs bite someone they get put down!! womp womp i guess!!

🥃- HIHI whiskey/vee/jason here <3 yayy we're doing emoji sign offs!! like a bigshot multi admin blog waow.... THANK U for the ask btw, we have all been rotating it in our minds on loop!!!! god. GOD yeah. virion's the guard dog!! drives me insane that in canon wiwi's parents literally thought he was his bodyguard or something. i love taking shit like that and running with it!!! xavier isn't wrong, virion is their guard dog!!! insane to me that xavier and jade would have made jokes about it to virion and the other nhw before and now xavier is using it as an insult post-greyscale. xavier knows a lot of shit about the nhw that he can and will use to get in their heads. dehumanizing virion into something less than human is very much one of them!!! and xavier does beat the shit out of imprint at some point, which i think would really drive something home for the rest of them. yeah i took out your guard dog. he's bleeding out on the street and crying for his mom. what are you gonna do without him, wraith? what are you without someone to fight your fucking battles for you? god, william being like almost a handler for the others is insane to me. he's not the leader, that's failsafe, but wraith says heel and failsafe and imprint both step in line. he was in charge of directing capes where they needed to be in the fight in deadwood. people keep putting their leashes in his hands!!!! and he just has to do his best to wrangle them!! what would he even do if xavier ripped virion's leash from his hands and took away his best friend and one of his most reliable weapons? and isn't it a horrible terrible thing that one of his weapons is a person at all?? drives me insane!!!! <3

👽sliding in 2 also say (hi btw its ros) that the secret other layer i think abt a ton irt this is virion being pretty much the classic guy to dehumanize himself. post-trigger event up until well after he joined the wards, his coping mechanism was shoving everything in a box and burying the box extremely deep and never fucking thinking about it. things don't feel grief, weapons don't feel grief. virion the person sort of died when his family did, right, and all he has left is being a thing that is very very very good at hurting people. and this took so fucking long to even begin to unravel around the wards & he's still real bad at being a person, it's one of the reasons why he & post-muse ashe click so well. which is to say that yeah xavier knows this, because he knows how virion is out of costume too, and he knows just how nasty & personal of a fucking blow it is!!! (also relevant that virion very much does see himself as a leashed dog.) & also it's like... wibby who has an entire notebook on what virion likes and doesn't like and the way his brain works, because virion himself doesn't know or ever think abt it. wibby who knows v better than he knows himself. wibby who figures out what kind of stuffed animals he likes & leaves his hoodies in his room so he has something that's not just plain unbranded black sweatshirt + cargo pants. wibby who pushes more than he should and breaks stuff about it because he just. wants to know who virion is, where he came from, what all the stuff he'll never talk about is. wibby who just lets him be quiet and tired and fragile instead of always being a weapon. and of course who is already going on hour long staring at the wall spirals over if he's a genuinely horrible person for being good at wrangling people. if he's secretly manipulative and vile and awful like his brother because of whatever fucking thing makes people want to trust him like that. yeah dude. thats your fucking dog. smiles!!!!!!!!!!

�� - HI ITS MAC. GOD. I don't have anything to add here other than I've also been yelling and screaming etc etc over this. and I just like to be included ^_^ but godddddd. hello post-greyscale world. you kill me. having a lot of feelings about situations in which william is treated like a leader when he doesn't want to be. he never asked for this! but his actions have consequences! deal with it bitch!

[meaculpablog111]

I feel bad for not being of support to my mother.

I used to be very good at giving advice when I was younger, I remember I always had just the right thing to say to help people. At this point in time tho I feel so hopeless, I have no words of comfort for anyone, I can’t even express a thought or give a tiny but of advice without breaking down and feeling like I am on the verge of tears. When it comes to my mom I always have the feeling I am being an asshole about her problems and her worries. Whenever she comes to me with some paranoia or anxiety I can’t help at all, I just lifelessly stare at her and tells her not to worry and that it’s nothing. I can see in her eyes the disappointment. The more I go on, the more emotional burden I have to shoulder the less I am able to help people emotionally. For now I can still lend an hand and be collected and logical with my friends and people outside my family but the situation at home is slowly eating away at my will, I can’t even phantom having to be there for my future partners and family, I am afraid I will turn in the tired and drawn out shell I am around my mother around everyone, and that will drive people away and I will be lonely and have no one to reach out to. 

I can’t even freely share things with people because I don’t wish the sort of burden I am being put through to befall my loved ones. So I rot away. 

But I feel like shit, my mom has friends sure but when she comes to me I always have the feeling that she has no one in her corner, that she is so used to relying on me for emotional support that she can’t reach out to anyone at all. My father is a cold and pessimistic man who would only worsen her anxieties and worries, she is old, she is tired, she is worn, she can’t do it anymore. I’m twice as tired, twice as worn, and I am half her age. 

I want to find a way to be nice to my mom, to help her out, but I can’t, it’s like I gave up completely, because let’s be honest, I tried it all, I have been a remarkable kid, good, respectful, studious, insightful, reliable, emotionally stable, well mannered. I have done it all to lift worries off her shoulders, I held her while she cried, I tried to fill in for what my dad didn’t do, but now I just can’t anymore. I wish she would get a therapist, or talk to a friend. All the advice I give her she ignores, in favor of rotting in her misery around people who make her into an emotional sponge for their sadness, and then it all gets dumped on me. 

I feel like I am becoming an husk of what I was, I am barely ever happy at home, I am only mildly okay when I am out, and even then I worry for my mother, I can’t live like this anymore. Today I told her, that I feel like I am approaching a nervous breakdown and she thought it was a joke, I can’t live like this, I want out. But how could I? My mom did everything for me, all that she could do she did, and this is how I thank her? By being an unresponsive sulky idiot at 21 years of age? I blame myself, if I was stronger maybe I could have really helped my mother, instead I leave her alone like the people I criticize. Why couldn’t I be born stronger my god. I don’t know what children are meant to do to repay their parents, I think I am abandoning my mother in her old age, I feel like I am being mean and ungrateful. I didn’t want to turn out this way, I never wanted this, sometimes I wonder if there was a way for my family to be happy or if I was doomed from the start. 

[fagmolloy]

went to the cemetery to cry my eyes out bc it's the only place i can drive to and lose it without someone calling the cops on me bc people are insane here. cant cry at home or my mom will worry bc now the dementia like picks up an ounce of stress and marathons it in a mental loop god. like i dont know how long i can stand to see my moms progression and also have decent mental health. i couldnt tell her ehy the trip to the south was triggering bc im pretty sure she forgot i was even abused in the first place. so why give her all that context why make her upset about it

every day my body/brain is like "killing ourself is the only way!!!!!!" whenever the fear comes and then my dumbass human spirit or whatever it is that keeps me tied to this earth is like. "but the pain is part of being alive!!!!" like how many times do i have to be in this cycle. how many hits how much pain do i have to be in for things to align and make fucking sense to me and then i gain the resiliency. it's so embarrassing to feel this low every day and to be bare minimum scraping by. when everyone sees me as this ultra reliable strong person just because im taking care of my mom and nephew. and everyone keeps calling him my son and im terrified that maybe this kid IS my son and maybe this is just my life now even though im like. Every day i am trying not to kill myself!

[moonhoures]

Hi hi! If the prompt isn't taken yet, could I request prompt 20. “I’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home– stay on the phone with me, okay?” with Hyungwon? If all slots are already taken that's fine too, I know I'll be looking forward to whatever you write regardless😊 I hope you'll have a good day /night whenever you read this ❤️

hyungwon + 20. “i’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home– stay on the phone with me, okay?” + fluff + slight angst + gender neutral reader insert

There were many words that Hyungwon liked to use to describe you. Perfect. Beautiful. Intelligent. Charming. So many more, he could go on for ages. But in situations like these, he found it hard to call you a good decision maker. On one hand, was hanging out at the bar with your friends fun? Yes. Was staying well after all of them left until the bar closed down at two a.m. a good idea? No, especially not when you didn’t have a reliable form of transportation back to your apartment. Luckily, your humble abode was only two blocks away, which wasn’t far in terms of a car or bus, but it certainly caused some pain on your drunken feet.

So, you did the only thing you could think of.

“Mm?” your boyfriend’s disgruntled voice sounded from over the phone, immediately letting you know you woke him up from his slumber. Usually you would feel extremely guilty, but given the circumstances you knew he’d understand.

“Won?”

“Yeah, baby?” he asked again, though you could barely make out his words through his gravelly voice.

“So, I know you’ll be mad at me, but I’ve been drinking with my friends tonight. And I’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home– just stay on the phone with me, okay?”

There was a moment of silence over the line, so you pulled the phone away from your ear to check that he was still listening. He was.

“Hyungwon?”

“Yeah, I’m listening. I just don’t understand why you didn’t call an Uber. Where are your friends? Why didn’t they drive you home? Do you want me to call my mom to pick y-“

“Hyungwon- No. It’s late, I’m not bothering your mom because I got drunk. This the last state I want her to see me in. Secondly, I don’t like Ubers, and you know that. And my friends left a while back, but I wanted to stay longer and ended up talking to Ben until they closed up.”

Ben was a long time friend and co-owner of the bar you had just left. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay a while and catch up with him.

“Why didn’t Ben take you home?”

You took note of his annoyed tone, rolling your eyes but remaining grateful that he stayed on the phone while you trekked along the sidewalk. Only about five more minutes left.

“Why can’t you just ask me how my day was? How my week has been? We rarely get time to talk enough as it is and when we do you want to grill me about how I didn’t get a ride to my apartment that is five minutes away?”

Your boyfriend sighed, and you could feel the tension dissipating as he realized you were right. At least he knew you were safe.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. How have you been?” before you could speak, he interjected again, “Actually, now I’m just worried, how far are you from your apartment? Are you being aware of your surroundings?”

A small smile graced your lips as you stepped up next to an intersection, pressing the button for the crosswalk that immediately signaled for you to go ahead. The familiar bird chirps of the light went off, and you knew he could hear them. The intersection was only about 50 feet from the entrance to your building.

“Okay, good, you’re at the intersection. Please let me know once you get inside safely.”

“I will,” you tried to focus on not stumbling over the curb as you walked along the pavement. You also tried to keep an eye out for anyone creeping around, but thankfully there was no one. Within minutes you were inside your apartment building, getting into the elevator as you told Hyungwon about your night.

“I’m glad you had fun, even if it was without me.”

“I did, but I wish you were here. I feel like I miss you more and more each day. It just multiplies by ten,” you frowned, “When do you come back from overseas promotions again?”

“Two weeks.”

“That’s two weeks too long,” you stepped out onto your floor, making your way to your door and unlocking it. You kicked your shoes off once inside, locking the door back behind you and flicking the light on. “I’m home. Safe and sound.”

“Good, and I know. If I could come back tomorrow I would. In a heartbeat.”

“I know,” you mocked him, the both of you letting out half-hearted laughter. “Well, I‘ll let you get some sleep. You’ll need it.”

“Okay . . . ________?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry we haven’t been able to talk much. I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I’ll shower you with affection and attention and gifts and-“

“Hyungwon,” you interrupted him with a smile evident in your tone, “As much as I would love all of that, all I want is for you to hold me when you get back. I just want your presence.”

“And you’ll have it. I promise. Until then, we can have our FaceTime dates.”

At that you both laughed again, recalling the last FaceTime date you had that lasted three hours. You both ordered pizza and ate together, you in your apartment and him somewhere in New York. You spent hours just talking as if you weren’t on opposite hemispheres. It was nice, and yet bittersweet.

You slumped onto your bed with a sigh before speaking again, “Goodnight, Hyungwon. I love you. Call me in the morning, okay?”

“I will, baby. Drink some water before you go to bed, and make sure you put some medicine on your nightstand for the morning.”

“Of course.”

“Goodnight. I love you.”

a/n: ahh thank you for requesting! i also hope you have a good day/night when you see this! 🥰💌

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Uncle Bucky (Part 1) | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You and Bucky are best friends and he’s like an uncle to your daughter, maybe even more like a father figure to her. Will your relationship ever be more than friends? 

A/N: I got this inspiration after watching the finale of TFATWS and I just knew I had to write this. So here is the first part! Please let me know what y’all think. xx 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

Go follow my fic rec blog! ---> @imaginationgonewild0912

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

** Rules for Requesting **

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

“How am I going to do this, Bucky?” You ask with tears rolling down your cheeks. You were scared, more like terrified. After a one night stand with a guy you’d met months ago, you began feeling horrible. It had been Bucky, your best friend, that suggested you might be pregnant. 

However, you knew the two of you used condoms, but like Bucky said, they sometimes break. He drove you to the store and bought the pregnancy tests and then he drove you home and waited by your side until you saw the results. 

“Doll, you’re going to do fine.. you’re going to be fine.” you hated Bucky sometimes for his calm voice and ability to stay calm in dire situations. His hands cupped your cheeks, “You’re going to be a great mom.” 

“What if I’m not? What if motherhood isn’t cut out for me?” You ask, starting to freak out once more. 

Bucky leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, before locking eyes with you, “You listen to me. You are going to be a great mother. You’re going to be the best you can be and you’re going to rock it. That’s your anxiety talking and it’s not a very reliable source. But me? Your best friend, I’m a reliable source.” He cracks a smile and it makes you laugh, “You’re going to do amazing.” 

“I don’t want to do this alone.”

“I’m going to be there, every step of the way.” He wipes a tear and finally lets go of your cheeks. He didn’t lie, he was there every step of the way. 

He was there for the ultrasounds, the late night cravings, he was there for the morning sickness and the ups and downs of your hormones. He was there when you would decorate the nursery. He and Sam were the ones to put together the furniture, which ended in some arguments between Sam and Bucky on where the pieces went. 

He and Sam painted the nursery since you didn’t need to be around the toxic fumes. He was there for the false labor, rushing you to the hospital but only to be told it was braxton hicks and you could go back home. He was there for the real labor, staying by your side, rubbing your back, feeding you ice chips and keeping a wet cloth on your forehead. He even stayed during the actual birth, even if he thought he was going to pass out. He made you a promise and he wasn’t going to break it. 

Hours later Bucky fell asleep on the couch in the delivery room when a nurse came in to check on you and the baby. She couldn’t help but gush at Bucky. 

“Your husband did great during this..” The nurse gushes to you with a smile, “Lots of men we see check out and don’t do near as much as he did. You got yourself a lucky one.” 

You didn’t correct her, but gazed at Bucky’s sleeping figure, “Yeah, I do.” 

The moment you’d seen Bucky hold your new baby girl, it was the moment everything clicked with you. That was the moment you fell in love with him. 

The doctor placed that small baby onto your bare chest as she wailed. Multiple hands were wiping her off and clearing her throat. Bucky was grinning from ear to ear and had kissed your head, gushing to you, “you did amazing doll. You did so well.” 

The nurse took the baby for a moment and wrapped her in a blanket, before coming back to you and Bucky. “Would you like to hold her?” She directed her question to Bucky who looked down at you for approval. 

You gave a soft nod and watched as the nurse placed her in his arms, telling him how to hold her. “make sure you support her head..” 

He looked terrified, like she would break in his arms. He didn’t hide the fact his eyes burned with tears, “Hi there..” 

And in that moment, you knew you loved him. 

~

Soon after you found out you were pregnant, you and Bucky decided Brooklyn wasn’t the plan anymore and moved out to Delacroix to be with Sam and his family. They were all the two of you had left and you wanted to be with them, especially Sarah since she had already raised two boys on her own. You needed someone like that in your life and this move would provide that. 

A few days later, you were released from the hospital and you sat in the back of the car with your little girl, who you chose to name Ava, and Bucky drove home. However, his grip on the wheel was so tight you could see the knuckles of his flesh hand turning white. He was terrified of something happening and drove under the speed limit. 

“Bucky... you’re driving like an old man.” You tease. 

“We have precious cargo.” He says, looking at you in the rearview mirror, “Plus I am an old man.” 

When you two arrived to your shared home, Sarah, her boys and Sam were there waiting. They’d put up a sign in the yard and were waiting on the porch for y’all. 

Bucky carried the car seat in, you following close behind and Sarah gushed immediately at the sight of the tiny baby in the carseat. 

After the two of you made your way inside and got comfortable on the couch, Bucky stood in the doorway and Sam approached him with a beer. 

“Thanks.” Bucky says, taking it and taking a swig. Bucky gazes lovingly at you where you’re seated next to Sarah on the couch. He watched as you fixed Ava’s hat while she laid in Sarah’s arms. He couldn’t believe you’d done it, given birth to something so perfect and looking so gorgeous during it all. 

Sam takes notice of the love in Bucky’s eyes, “Congratulations, man. She’s beautiful.” 

“She’s not mine.” He says, taking another drink of his beer. 

“Which one?” Sam asks, patting his friend’s shoulder. He knew Bucky loved you, there was no denying that. Bucky confessed he was falling in love with you about 6 months into your pregnancy. He was getting a sneak peak into what a normal life could be for him and to see that life with you? He wanted it. 

You knew that he had to be in love with you, no man would stand by your side during all of this if he didn’t. You were scared though, scared if you acted upon those feelings, would your friendship change? Would it become awkward? What if it didn’t work out and you were left losing not only your lover, but best friend. 

You couldn’t imagine a life without Bucky by your side and you didn’t want to risk it. 

comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated! xx 

Marvel tag list: @hommoturttle​ , @iheartsebastianstan , @5jacobm5​ , @lovely-geek​ , @fangirl-swagg​ , @1-800-thanos​ , @jessyballet​ , @katiaw2​ , @yaskna​ , @dpaccione​ , @peachyxlynch​ , @kaitieskidmore1​ , @gengen64​ , @mela1648 , @white-wolf-buckaroo​ , @nikkixostan​

All my works tag list:  @blossomreed​ , @mggstyles  , @simonsbluee​ , @thewolf-and-thesheep , @obxrafejjwhore​ , @abbiesthings​ , @itstaskeen​ , @reniescarlett​ , @liliannna​

[my-autistic-things]

Hello! Hope I'm not bothering you but I was just wondering if you can drive? I'm autistic and have anxiety problems. I want to learn how to drive so I can drive to my church without my parents help, but driving seems so complicated and confusing, plus very nerve wracking with the way other people be driving on the road. If you can drive, can you tell me how your first time driving experience has been? Are you good at driving? Hope I didn't offend you in anyway.

Ok long answer oops -- also sorry I don't check my ask box very often so this has been sitting there for a while.

I don't find this offensive at all! I can and do drive, and I enjoy driving very much despite also being extremely stressed out by it. I am a good driver, and a safe driver, and multiple people have told me that including my mom who judges everyone's driving ability lol.

I completely understand you reasoning. Driving is a freeing experience. It gives you SO much freedom and it is also the key to being more independent (esp. if taking the bus isn't a reliable option). Even if you're reliant on your parents/other adults for a lot of other things, having this one piece of independence can tremendously help your mental health.

I somehow didn't have driving anxiety before learning how to drive, but its a totally valid fear/worry. I have driving anxiety now, particularly on the freeway/highway, because other people don't drive safely. Driving is dangerous, it is confusing, and you constantly need to be aware of what is happening and make quick decisions. That being said, once you learn how to drive and build up your confidence, the operating a vehicle part is quite easy. That becomes almost automatic, and the continuously difficult part is monitoring your surroundings (other cars, speed limits, pedestrians, etc.). That cannot become automatic, though your responses can become reflexive.

I learned how to drive in a parking lot (as many others do). My mom had me first practice braking super fast on command (she would yell stop and I had to slam on the brake lol). Then we ventured out, at night, on some back roads where there wasn't many cars. Then I drove the 5 min drive home from the parking lot, then to the grocery store nearby, then to the pet store a bit further away, then on the highway to Costco, then the freeway to doctors appointments. My point is that we slowly built up the distance and speed I drove. I only went places I knew too, until I was confident enough to drive and also Think how to figure out where I was located and find new places (half of driving really is knowing where you are currently and knowing where you're going). I'm not sure how far away driving to church is for you, or what that involves (only streets, or a freeway/highway), but you could learn how to drive, hate it and be a bad driver, but manage to know that one route and drive only to church!

For everyone: I highly reccomend learning how to drive! Even if you can't safely drive on the roads, I highly reccomend learning how to drive in a safe environment (parking lots, non busy back roads) in case of an emergency. Even going so far as to obtain a driver's license, if you're able to pass the road test. You don't have to actively use your driver's license, but it gives you the freedom to legally drive away from bad situations (emergencies or just unhealthy environments, also renting a car). Driver's tests don't make you go on the freeways (typically), and you can study the route as much as you want before the test. Of course that being said, operating a vehicle is very serious and it actively endangers your life as well as everyone else around you. If you are prone to meltdowns, shutdowns, panic attacks, or literally anything that takes your attention from the road, it is 100% okay to never get behind a wheel and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Yours and others' lives are more important than the ability to drive.

[alicemitch09writes]

(un)loving miya atsumu

one.

the beginning of everything

then...

The place was new, that much was clear.

The buildings, houses were comparably bigger than the ones you’re used to.

And it was a lot less cold, since you weren't in Miyagi anymore.

It had been a long drive to Hyougo.

"Nee-san," you poked at your older sister's shoulder, she lazily stirred. On your other side was your younger brother, who dozed off as well. And then there was you, awake. For 12 hours. Not a wink of sleep. For some reason, you couldn't sleep during trips. Your uncle had said maybe because you were an anxious traveler, your mom would like to think that your mind was too active and liked to take things in.

You didn't know.

Hey, you were only 9.

A long way from home and into your new home in Kobe, Hyogo.

The whole trip - process, included, had been a blur. You could make out holding your sister and brother’s hands, hugging your crying kind neighbors and playmates, but feeling like a robot throughout the process.

And now, with your feet planted on the ground, (e/c) eyes just taking everything in - it was a lot to take in.

As was the house, the house you visited a few times – maybe once or twice. It was bigger, much bigger than your old one – wider, a two-story building, but enough to house four more guests.

On the way, you caught your uncle and mother’s conversation about how the suburb they’re living in is one of the best in Hyogo, boasting a view of the Sakuras which the youngins (you included) will definitely enjoy in time for spring, and was close to the station and the few minutes’ drive away from his work, where she’ll be joining soon.

You stand in front of your new home, examining the streets, noting the abundance of trees – sakuras, especially, like your uncle said. Leaning to your side, lifting your one leg away, you found a park just five blocks away, your brother would surely love that.

Planting your feet back, you gaze back into your house. Taking a deep breath, as though to have a feel of the area, a voice suddenly called out.

"Hey, who're you?"

Blinking, you turned. 

"Oi, don't be rude, Atsumu." another voice says next to him.

You blink again.

Twins.

Twin boys.

They looked to be about your age, standing a few feet away from your home, peering curiously at your uncle's truck, the boxes, and you.

"But hey, who're you?" one of them asks.

"Are you new here?" says the other.

Their accents were rather thick even for their age, rising with every syllable and somewhat airy compared to the standard Tohoku dialect you were used to.

"Yes." You reply simply.

Before another word was said, your uncle appears from behind you, a gentle hand on your head. "Well, if it isn't my favorite Miya boys - Atsumu and Osamu!"

"Uncle!" the twins says in unison, rather energetically.

Laughing, he wrapped an arm around you as he stood next to you. “What’re you boys up to, eh? Trouble?”

“No way!” says one, pitch rising. His twin beside him murmurs, “Maybe.”

“Oi, Osamu, way to keep a secret.”

Amused by the twins, you let out a chortle then a smile. It lasted for a quick second, but the two caught on it.

"Aha, so you can smile!" one of the twins pointed at you, his stubby finger just inches from your face.

"Atsumu, don't point!" his twin slaps his finger away. "s'rude, and ya might poke her eyes out!"

Beside you, your uncle chuckles at the two, seemingly used to their antics.

You just stare at the twins - at their identical features down to the littlest details. And then it came to you.

"You're Atsumu," you looked at the boy to your left, who jumped at your voice. "And you're Osamu." you say to the boy to your right, who blinks twice at you. "Right?"

The twins blinked at you, eyes wide like saucers, then looked at each other in silence, then to you. It was almost comical how the twins reacted to something like this, and just how in sync they were.

Beside you, your uncle throws his head back and lets out a guffaw. "That's my (Y/N)! Such a smart cookie!"

Feeling his large hand ruffle your head, you ducked your tiny head and smiled a little, feeling warm and proud all at once.

"How did you know!?" Atsumu yelled, demanded, stepping in front of you.

"Atsumu," Osamu said in warning, pulling him back harshly. "sorry 'bout this one."

You smile at Osamu in understanding, already liking his calm demeanor as opposed to his twins.

You shook your head at the two, leaning against your uncle as you continued to stare the twins down. Man, they sure were full of energy and perfectly balance each other out. Without even knowing, the corners of your lips quirk into a smile.

now...

A blur of blue, yellow, and red slowly lands on the ground, just inches away from the line, as players desperately try to save it. But it was for not. The ball lands with a smack.

The referee raises a flag, an in.

The whistle blows.

And then the stadium bursts with joy.

Inarizaki has won the first set.

“Hey, manager-?!”

“Service ace is in favor of Atsumu.” Just as he threw his fist in the air to celebrate, you added. “More than half were fails, by the way." At that, the teen flinches. "You got way too excited for the rest.” The team snickers, Osamu gloating in the background.

“The fact that she actually kept score is amazing.” Ginjima said in awe.

“Nothing escapes her, what a reliable manager!” Kosaku praises with a smile.

"There's nothing noteworthy about that," Kita adds, arms folded over his chest, the two players quickly silenced and felt a shiver run down their spine. "but if it helps boost morale and keep the peace, then it's fine."

“Kita-san and Manager are always in sync, that's just creepy,” Suna thought aloud as he took a sip.

Someone’s hand lands on your head as you check your notes one last time, it was the captain’s. “Well, when you have a reliable manager, all is well!”

Thinning a smile, you nod at everyone. “Come on now, we should head to the other court.”

Although he was not a regular player, Kita was there beside you to act as an assistant manager. He’d also be there to give tips and give the team a much needed scolding that their lax captain couldn’t give. It was both coaches and the vice-captain’s idea. It also helped that you were there, too. Ever the hard-working, illustrious and known for the moniker – ‘Inarizaki’s Fox Keeper’.

Just as you turn, you felt arms wrapped around your shoulder. “Let’s win this shit!”

“’Tsumu, get off (Y/N), you’re tainting her with your stupidity,” says Osamu, appearing beside you.

“Ha!? Shut up, ya scrub!”

“Why don’t you say that to my face!”

“I am in your face, you asshole!”

The twins’ yelling sounded off, their noise adding to the excitement of the tournament. Practically all eyes were on you, because of the twins.

Used to this, you decide to speak your mind. “Guys, I am in between this childish tomfoolery.”  To which the twins flinch at, comically look at you in unison.

“Oi, that’s foul play, (Y/N)-chan.” Atsumu says, pulling you close.

“Yeah, you know we’re both too stupid to understand complex words.” Osamu seconds, pinching at strands of your hair.

“Yeah- HUH!? WHO’RE YA CALLIN’ STUPID?”

Reaching the other side of the court, you were stuck between the twins as they fought for the nth time as the rest of the team watches.

And then there was you, a faint smile on your lips.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Wriggling out of your uncle’s arms, you announced that you were heading inside, barely sparing the twins another look.

Suddenly, out came your sister from the car, rubbing at her eyes as she walks towards you. "(Y/N)!!!!! Why didn't you tell me we were here already?"

“You looked like you needed the extra sleep,” you told her, taking your still sleeping brother from her arms. “Seriously, he sleeps like a log.” You comment on your baby brother, tucking his head on your shoulder.

Looking behind you, your sister asks, “Who’s uncle talking to?”

“The neighbors.”

She perks at that, ever the social butterfly that she was. “Oh! Let’s go say ‘hi’ then!”

“You do that, I’ll get inside, get Kaoru into a bed or something, then help mom out.”

Pouting, your big sister grabs the back of your shirt. “Geh, come on!!!! You’re no fun, (Y/N)!”

“Oya, Mika-chan, you’re awake! Come, come, say hi!”

Smiling at your uncle’s words, your big sister practically skips to his side, grinning toothily as she introduces herself. “Hi! I’m (L/N) Mika!”

“Nice ‘ta meetcha!” Atsumu grins back, swiping the underside of his nose. “The name’s Atsumu.”

“Osamu,” his twin says with a small smile.

As one, the twins look behind your sister, meeting your gaze, almost expectantly. Not long after, so does your big sister.

With a sigh, you hoist your little brother in your arms, walking towards them. “(Y/N),” you mutter. Your big sister bumps her hips to yours, you cry in pain softly. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).” She bumps again, with a slight frown on her face, you paid no mind. “And this sleeping lump is Kaoru.”

“Ain’t this adorable, the youngins catching up!” your uncle exclaims, happily.

Mika grins widely at the two boys, who grin back at the you all in turn.

From that moment on, you knew these twins would be a part of your lives, yours, especially, for better or for worst.

masterlist • two

[heavenunderthemoon]

can we please get more jj and daughter!reader? it’s genuinely such an amazing series and i’d love to read more about them :)

JJ x daughter!reader content!

Move-Ins and All-Nighters

"There's a boy in my bed."

You turned over, sleep clawing at your eyes.

There, in your bed, clad in an old and fading FBI t-shirt and holiday pajama pants (even though it was mid-may) laid your mother. Her eyes were settled onto the ceiling, your fan creaking and shuttering as it ran. It always did that, some kind of screw loose that made it clatter the way it did and the sound soothed you to sleep, thankfully, because god knows the image of your mother with any kind of tool to fix it in her hand simply did not fit.

The images of your dream, Harry Potter singing opera at a talent show, were fleeting and you groaned, shoving your face into your pillow with a 'humph'.

Will had moved in that day- or yesterday? You were too tired to check the clock but judging on the darkness you could only assume it was well into the early morning, your mother too jittered from the sudden moving in of her boyfriend to sleep. She had been practically bouncing all morning, the pregnancy, sudden and shocking, had made the couple move far faster than they had planned. Will had agreed to move in with the two girls and JJ had practically been flying ever since, making way for the man in their tiny three-bedroom house.

"He doesn't snore, he just breathes really loud. Like, really loud. I think he has asthma or something, and there was a tiny lull for like two minutes where I thought he was dead but I think-"

You groaned again, this time flipping onto your back and joining your mother in watching your creaky, shaky ceiling fan shudder and moan as it whirred in circles. "You're killing me, smalls." Your voice was a tired whisper, but it wasn't irritated. No, you couldn't be irritated because you knew just how stressed your mother was.

Your mother was stressed because of the new baby, her hand constantly flying to the non-existent bump throughout the day, throughout the night, throughout the morning, as if checking to make sure the baby was still in there. She was stressed because of Will, of what the baby meant for them, of what it meant for you and her. The two of you had only ever had the two of you. The two of you, which had been incredibly difficult and terrifying for her when she was just a pregnant teenager leaving her small town home for the first time, a baby in her belly and a father that wanted nothing to do with her. Difficult when she was the only one on diaper duty or school drop-offs, or first days of school. But had become her favorite thing in the world because you were something that she had never planned for but everything she was thankful for. A good kid, a great kid, a best friend who knew her and that she knew like the back of her hand. Someone she could climb into bed with at four in the morning because her...boyfriend? Baby daddy? Her Will, was snoring and she had never had someone stay in her house, sleep in her bed, and promise to be there to take half of the diaper duty, school drop offs, or first days. She had never had someone who said they would be there unless it was you and the idea of an outsider joining the Jareau girls was too foreign for her mind to understand alone and so here she was, in your bed.

"He cooked chicken." Your mother said absentmindedly, hand flying down to rub her belly.

You wondered if it would be a boy or a girl. You and Penelope had bets, she bet that it ws a boy, but you bet it was a girl. Honestly, it was just hope that it was a girl because you had no idea how to be a big sister to a boy. Although, you also had no idea how to be a big sister to a girl, in fairness, but you were a girl, so you figured the learning curve was a bit smaller.

"He did." You agreed. "Little spicy for my taste, but I'll get used to it." Your mind flitted back to dinner, the sight of Will Lamontagne in your kitchen, using your stove, searing chicken not something you had ever imagined. To be fair, you hadn't imagined him doing a lot of things in your kitchen, partly because your mother and you hardly ever used your kitchen. She couldn't cook for the life of her unless it was microwavable or instant pot and that was one of the many things you had inherited.

"He washed dishes- he took out the trash." She continued absently.

You nodded with a sigh. "Mhm."

"My bathroom smells like boy. Like boy soap and boy shampoo-"

"Ah, well at least he uses different bottles. If he used the three in ones I would've had to tell you to kick him out, that's a non-negotiable."

Your mother remained in her trance, her thoughts raging about her brain like a balloon deflating.

The fan teetered on.

"He put a book on his nightstand, in case he can't fall asleep. You know what genre he reads? Non-fiction. It was about WW2. Who reads about World War 2 when they're trying to fall asleep?"

"Well, to be fair, history class provides me a pretty good nap time and I wouldn't say that it's too bold of an assumption to claim that the content serves as an effective lullaby."

She turned, a puff of air being released as she did so. With as dark as it was in the room you could hardly see her, in fact you couldn't. Not really. Only the outline of her, but your memory filled in the blanks. Your memories filled in her face, her eyes which were probably wide as saucers, lips turned into a frown, one that turned down more with stress, eyebrows knitted, a face of panic, of terror, of uncertainty.

"I finally get what Penelope means when she says she doesn't like change."        

You nodded. This change was...weird. Will had come to your house before this. He had visited on weekends, showed up to soccer games, even grabbed you from school a couple of times. He was nice and reliable and...strange. Strange, because, suddenly, you weren't all your mother had. Sure, she had the BAU, she had always had her team. The team that had watched you grow up. Spencer who helped with your homework and told you bedtime stories- stories that you forced him to make up because you knew that he could recite every book he's ever read in its entirety without breaking a sweat and you told him that that was 'cheating'. Bedtime stories had to be made up, you had told him, and he obliged because he was Spencer. Or Morgan who showed up to your games when he could and had gotten kicked out on multiple occasions for yelling at the refs. Penelope who played Princess with you and saved every single drawing you had ever made her, or Hotch who had let you dance on his feet. Elle who sang to you when you had begged her, or Emily who made it her life's purpose to show you all the good music and movies. Your mother had a village, but she had never had a single person.

A person for her. A person who you watched her slowly trust. Trust to grab you from school, or go to your games, or sear chicken in your kitchen. You watched her make room in her closet for him, and clear out underwear drawers, and you knew that he was there. He was there and he was good. 

"This change is good, though." Your hand went down to grab hers. "When I was growing up, I had you, and I had you all to myself, and that was pretty amazing. But this baby is gonna get to have you and Will, and Will is...well, he's a dork."

Your mother chuckled.

"He likes to read history before bed and sings along to the radio when he drives. He likes strawberry ice cream over chocolate, and his favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard. He's a weirdo, Mom, but he's good, he's here, and he's willing to put up with us, that's a pretty hard sell, if you ask me."

Her hand squeezed yours, a lessening of the tension and you knew that whatever you were doing was working because when she next spoke it wasn't as stressed. "We're not that bad."

You snorted. "We talk through every movie, go through four tubs of ice cream in a week, and last week, for three days straight, we spoke only in transatlantic accents just to see what it would be like. We are annoying and if he didn't run within the first two minutes of living with us, then he's not going anywhere."

The pillow case ruffled as she nodded, and you gave a tired smile at the tiny victory. "Now, go be a big girl and sleep in your own bed, I have a Geometry test in five hours."

[apherod]

Rubian Soulmate AU

I finally finished writing it ahhhh

I eventually decided that I was going for a sketch-style writing for this. Just short bits and pieces here and there, piecing together some scenes, but not fully fleshed out into a storyline (it coincides with the original story mostly anyway)

So here it is! Enjoy!

This is a Liam and Ruby Soulmate AU requested by an anon (possibly @thedarkestcrew?) ask, in which damage done to one half of the soulmate pair would translate to the other half. 

Word count: 4400

===

Liam

“Where did all these bruises come from?”

I was driving through Highway 95 in Maryland when I noticed the bruises crowning my knuckles. They just…appeared, like petals floating to the surface of water. It is possible that I punched something—or someone—at some point in the last few days, or tripped and fell, and using…my fists to break the fall? But I don’t recall doing any of that.

Then again, my head hadn’t been the most reliable in these past few weeks, either.

They weren’t the first. A couple of weeks ago, I woke up with a cut on my upper arm, and the blood drenched half of my sleeve, but the sleeve wasn’t torn or cut, so it couldn’t have been me… Another one came a few days after that, when I was driving, and a sudden searing pain came to my wrist, like I was burnt by a frying pan, but that part of my skin wasn’t even touching anything. The list goes on.

I think I’m going insane.

Some people…some who are lucky enough to find their soulmates, found themselves with identical wounds on them, because when one half of that bond gets hurt, the other one suffers, too. Mom’s bruises never translated onto our birth dad. Maybe that was why he was so okay with hurting her. It wasn’t until she met Harry, did that magic—or curse—work on both of them.

But that’s exactly that—it only happens after you’ve met the person. If I’ve somehow met her, and didn’t know who she was, then I’ve really screwed up. Big time.

It couldn’t have been anyone in Caledonia, otherwise I would’ve known. No one from home, either. There weren’t even that many of us left. Could it be someone from East River? For some reason, I just couldn’t be sure… There’re this weird quality in my memory when I think of East River, glowing tinge surrounding everything, blurring details, and flaring up the edges, making it hard to see for too long.

Also, if I met her in East River, why isn’t she with me?

If she’s really out there, I felt sorry for all the pain I’ve caused her in the past few days. When I narrowly escaped that group of Skip Tracers, my arms were all cut up, real pretty. I can’t imagine the horror she must have felt when her arms just, out of nowhere, started spontaneously bleeding half of her blood out.

I really ought to take better care of myself, even if it’s just for her sake.

When I crossed the state boarder into Pennsylvania, I managed to find an old payphone, and left a voice mail for my brother to let him know where I am, and that I’m coming his way. I didn’t want to—asking for Cole’s help was one of the few things that I genuinely want to avoid—but I’m really desperate.

The truth is, just imagining him gloating about this—about me needing his help—was almost enough to make me turn around. Think about the last time I asked for his help… didn’t work out so well, did it? But whatever Cole has to offer, whatever nightmare I have to live through going back to the League, is better than being hauled back into the camp.

I don’t think they’d actually take me back into a camp, anyway.

When I got passed the wrong Wilmington, I briefly glimpsed the road sign that read US 13, and a voice suddenly rang in my head.

Turn off here. It urged.

The feeling was distinctly different from my reluctance to meet Cole—it was a drive, asking me to go somewhere, rather than run from somewhere.

Whatever it was, I can’t listen, no matter how hard I wanted to, no matter how it warmed my heart just thinking about that impulse, like it would lead me home, even though I had no idea how.

I got into the city of Philadelphia, and found my brother’s apartment soon enough. When I got into his building, a woman threw me a sideway glance that made my hair stood on their ends.

Please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me… I muttered in my head while I pressed the buzzer. The door swung opened, and I was snatched inside by a forceful arm.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Cole snarled before I could even lay eyes on him properly. “Why didn’t you call me when you got here?”

He looked much better than me, that much was clear. Cole never had any wound that wasn’t his own, and from the looks of him, he hadn’t seen much action lately. His hair was clean-cut, brushed neatly away from his face. He was wearing a white shirt and dark blue jeans, with metal-frame glasses which were clearly without diopters to finish the look. In this getup, you’d expect him to be a graduate student in U Penn, not a high school dropout.

“I… I didn’t have any money to place a call.” I muttered, feeling my voice getting smaller. Gosh, I hated this. I hated that I felt like a child again. I took off my jacket, and hung it on the peg right next to his. They were two identical black leather jackets, which Mom bought us years ago—she got them a couple of sizes bigger than we were at the time, in anticipation that we would eventually grow into them. Cole did, whereas I felt like I still hadn’t.

Cole let out a long and harsh breath, and gave me a scan head to toe. “You’ve seen better days.” He commented eventually, a subtle amusement in his tone. “Even for you, this is a bit excessive…” He gingerly lifted my right wrist, and got a good look at my forearm, all cut up.

You don’t say. I wanted to retort, but didn’t. “What are you doing in Philly?” I asked as I retracted my hand.

Cole raised an eyebrow. “You really want to know?”

Maybe not. “I’d probably know eventually, wouldn’t I?” I said.

He scratched his chin, frowning. “You know what this means, right? You know where we’re going?”

“Look, if I could just find Mom and Harry…” I began, but he raised his hand and stopped me.

“No,” He snapped, “We don’t have that kind of time. My assignment here is done. I’m being extracted at midnight, which is in less than four hours, and if you think I’d let you out running into the wild and being hauled into a camp again, you’d have another thought coming.”

Choose me. I remembered the subtext of what Cole said that night when he left home, and now it was ringing in a different tone. Now I don’t have a choice.

“All right.” I sighed. “Whatever you say.”

He frowned deeper. But it took him a while to say something. “Look, I know the last time you came with me, it didn’t end so well, but things are turning around.” He said, palms down, pacifying. “I promise, just stick it out a few months.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

He bit his lip. “I just do. Trust me.” He said, then gave me a tight smile, “Tell you what, I’ll go get us something to eat, and you clearly need a shower.” He took off his glasses, grabbed the keys, then, as if remembered something, added with a grin, “Do not, drown in the bathtub.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes.

Before he could open the door, though, I stopped him. “Cole,” I began, but didn’t really know how to finish.

“Yeah?” He prompted.

“Have we...” I caught myself just for a moment. What am I doing? “...have we ever been to Virginia Beach?”

Because that…memory? was so vivid, that I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there, calling me at every moment I so much as allowed my mind to idle for a second. But it also had that bright glare around it, like it didn’t really belong to me, like I was seeing it through a mirror, into a different dimension where we were all happier people.

Cole was there, looking exactly like how he was now, but Claire was also there, and that didn’t make any sense…

“No…?” Cole said, “We lived in Wilmington. We went to Wrightsville, remember?”

Of course I do, but… I shook my head. “It’s just… I kept seeing this…memory, that we were there, and Claire was there, too…”

Cole pressed his lips tight. I know mentioning Claire’s name would probably put him on edge, but it’s not like I have other people to talk about her with anyway. A part of me wanted to be a bit mean about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t have the strength.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, voice rigid. “Just go take your shower. I’ll be back with the food.”

And he left, leaving me alone in his white and bare apartment.

I still couldn’t be sure that it was a good idea coming here. If I’m being honest with myself, it wasn’t even about my negative view on the League, or what it had turned my brother into, but that…I’m not sure how to be his brother anymore. I’m not even sure that he needs a brother.

Hell. Looking around this place, I got the feeling that a brother wasn’t the only thing he didn’t need. But then again, knowing how Cole kept his room, it was maybe a good thing that he had so few belongings here. This place…it didn’t even feel like someone actually live here; there were so few things breaking the white of the walls, it was almost glaring to my eyes.

I first went to check his bed, to see if he still has that weird habit—falling asleep with cigarettes still in his hand. His bedsheet looked clean enough; nothing charred. No ashtray, either. Maybe he quit.

Satisfied, I went to grab a t-shirt and a pair of pants from his closet, and dived into the pressurized water in his shower.

I can’t remember when was the last time I had running water. Probably…when I was in the League’s safe house? Gosh. My skin is so filthy, the water only started running clean after a good ten minutes of scrubbing, and I was scrubbing hard.

I was extra careful when I cleaned my arms, though. Not particularly because I was scared of pain, but more that I didn’t want to hurt this…person who might share this unfortunate connection with me, however low the chance might be. I didn’t want to make her suffer even more—somehow, I knew it was a her, for reasons I couldn’t quite put into words.

When I got out of the shower, I felt like my entire body had been turned inside out. My skin was glowing pink against the white tiling of Cole’s bathroom. He is an inch or two taller than me—which was sore to admit, but hey, I went through puberty in a lot worse condition than he did—so his pants hung a little too long around my ankles.

Then I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror. Damn, I looked awful. The dark shadows under my eyes were so purple, they looked almost black. Not to mention the countless scratches and bruises. There was a new one on my left cheek, just above the jawline. Whether it was mine or hers, I didn’t know.

Just as I threw the towel over my head, and started rubbing the water away from my hair, I heard it—siren. It began from a distance, a low wailing, but it was enough to set every hair on my back on its end. As I flew out of Cole’s shower, grabbed my jacket, and rushed to the window side, the siren got closer—and multiplied. The sound of them were like a harmony from hell.

Should I run? Should I stay?

I should run.

Even though they might not be coming for me, I knew better than to push my luck—it hadn’t really been on my side recently, and that woman who looked at me a second too long when I got in the building was probably proving me right. I threw the apartment door open, and on a second thought, ran for the roof instead of the ground floor.

I can reconvene with Cole later. I need to stay out of sight now. Cole’s a smart guy, he knows what to do in a situation like this.

It had started raining. I tripped on a mossy patch on the rooftop, and almost broke my jaw, but I stood up and kept running. I pushed myself over the ledge of the next building, and sprinted for the fire escape on the far end. The sound of the first bullet fired almost made me lose my bearing when I lowered myself onto the metal shaft.

They are on the other side. There were two fully populated buildings between me and those bullets, and they were firing at someone else—which means I’m not who they’re after. These are all good news.

Right?

Since when had I been that lucky after I turned twelve?

I pulled the hood of the jacket over my head, and dove into the shadow of the next alley. The gunfire had stopped, which meant that they probably got whoever they were after. I took the long way around the block, trying to get a hang of the situation, getting an idea of where I could find Cole without being spotted—

Oh, I found him alright.

Fuck. No. Fuck.

I only caught sight of him for a second before they slammed the back of that van shut, and in that brief second, he looked up, and he saw me.

No.

Christ. No. I… I got him caught. I did… I did this… Why didn’t I warn him? Why didn’t I go to him as soon as I heard the siren?

What have I done?

If you’re caught, you’re disavowed. I still remembered that phrase like it was etched into my skull. If anything encapsulates what I hate about the League the most, this is it. And now, Cole is going to be another casualty under that cold hard rule. The thought almost made my knees buckled, but instead of crashing down, I up and ran.

I ran. From this nightmare of my own making.

+++

Ruby

“Ruby!”

The scream came before the punch could land. I didn’t register what was happening in that first moment, not until the blood was dripping down my elbows, and staining the blue mats under us.

“Go to the infirmary!” Coach Johnson ordered, and I gladly obeyed. I could hear the whispering judgements forming even before I left the training room—what was that? What’s wrong with her? Where did those come from?

I knew exactly where they came from.

If Chubs was here, he’d likely yell at me for not getting these wounds taken care of immediately, but I simply…couldn’t. I ran for the shower stall, being careful not to stain the curtain, and turn on the tap.

With the water pouring out the showerhead, steaming up every bit of air around me, blurring my vision, I finally let the tears fall.

My arms didn’t hurt that much. At least, not as much as my heart. The bruises were bearable—who doesn’t get those occasionally living in the wild? I got one every other day even just from the training. But these cuts…he was in danger. Maybe he only got away with it within an inch of his life.

The only consolation I had was that I wasn’t mortally wounded, which meant he wasn’t, either. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t regret my decision of letting him go every second of every day.

If I did that to protect him, all these wounds and bruises only proved how wrong I was, how in vain my suffering had been.

“Ruby?” Cate’s voice.

I swallowed hard before answering. “Yes?”

“Are you all right?” She asked, standing outside of my stall.

“Yes.” I lied.

“Coach Johnson said you were hurt—” She didn’t buy it. “Look, if you don’t want to go to the infirmary, I can take a look—”

“I’m fine.” I cut her off. The timer on the tap beeped, warning me that the water would start running cold. My blood was dripping down from my fingers, dropping into the shallow water on the concrete floor like roses blooming in the snow.

“Ruby, I can see the blood.” Cate said dryly, then softer, coaxing. “Come out, please. Let me dress your wounds.”

Only if I could just close my eyes, and pretend for a second that the person who was waiting for me with antiseptic was Chubs, not Cate. If only I could pretend that these wounds were mine, not of the boy that I dreamt of every night for the past few months.

If only I could pretend that they were here with me, or that I wasn’t here at all.

I sighed, and brushed the curtain open. To Cate’s credit, she didn’t flinch at the sight of me. “Oh, Ruby…” She said with a tone like I was a stray cat ready to be put down. She reached out, and gingerly lifted my hand to get a better look at my arm.

“Press on it.” She handed me a towel, and sat down on the bench before patting the empty space beside her, motioning for me to join her.

I did as she said as she tore open a paper package. “This is going to hurt a little…” She gently dabbed the fabric square on my wounds, and I hissed out of reflex. I hated this. I hated showing her my weakness, and I guessed, in a weird way, she understood that. She didn’t comment on any of it, only continued to wrap my arms up in silence.

“There.” When she’s done, both of my forearms were wrapped entirely in gauzes.

“Th…thank you.” I managed to choke out.

She gave me a tender smile. “Don’t mention it.” She stood up, collecting the empty packages off the bench, and turned to leave.

Before she was out of the door, however, she turned around, and said, “You know, you get those wounds together, and you heal together, too.” She paused for a second, “You’re…not entirely helpless in this situation.”

Ten minutes after she left, I was still sitting on that bench, pondering her words. I didn’t even know what she said was true, but if it was, it meant that when I took care of myself, I took care of him, too. That, somehow, didn’t seem so bad.

I wondered how Cate knew that. She and Rob were clearly not soulmates, and I didn’t even know why she would want to date him, even without considering that fact. Rob—ruthless, arrogant, hateful—was everything opposite to what she seemed to hold dear.

But then again, she probably didn’t understand why someone would find their soulmate only to let them go on their own.

That day when I let Liam go, I made a decision that I would be whoever the League wants me to be, and make it so that they wouldn’t miss him. And for the longest time, I had kept to that promise. But not today, not now.

I just want to be myself again, even if it’s just for a moment.

So I brushed open the curtain to the stall, and allowed myself to be vulnerable again, for everyone and no one to see.

+++

His eyes traveled from my face to where the water had collected on my chest, and I raised my arms just that much higher.

His mouth half-opened for what I was sure to be a snide remark, but whatever it was never managed to pass his lips. His face froze, brows drew together, and he reached out. Before I could shift away—to where though, I had no idea; my back was already against the wall—he grabbed my wrist, and lifted my arm.

“It was you.” Cole said with a tone of half astonishment, half…anger?

“What was?” I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to hide how much I felt like a kid being caught red-handed, stealing candy bars.

He threw me a “really?” look. “Don’t insult my intelligence.” He snapped, “These are Liam’s, aren’t they?”

I almost asked “how do you know”, but that would confirm his suspicion. “What makes you say that?” I asked instead.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not playing games with you.” He huffed, “Soulmates should stick together. What were you thinking sending him out into the wild? Do you have any idea how dangerous he is to you? Or you to him? The poor bastard doesn’t even know you exist!”

“And as long as I stay in the League, that fact shall remain.” I said, more resolute and calmer than I thought possible.

He blew out a sigh of exasperation. “Look, I don’t care what kind of sainthood complex you have going on, I’m telling you—you are not doing either of you any favors, and if you think this is somehow a good idea, I beg you, think again, because you definitely look smarter than this.”

“What do you know?” I retorted, finally couldn’t keep the lid on my anger anymore. “Do you have any idea how much he hates it here? How hard he was trying to avoid this place before you drag him into this mess?”

Cole really laughed. “You think I don’t know?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I met his glare head on. “I was the one that let him go when he got away that first time.” He tried to brush his hair back with his hand, but it gave out a weird flex before he could reach his head. “And I’ve seen enough soulmates pairs in my life to know that I never want one. Have you any idea what would happen to him if you were injured when he was on the run? Soulmates stick together so they don’t double their chances on dying, but I guess no one ever set your logic straight, did they?”

My head was so flushed with anger that I actually let him finished.

“Go find him.” Cole snapped. “And for Christ’s sake, stay together this time.”

+++

Liam

“I didn’t need freedom; I needed you!” I half-screamed, trying to get the frustration out past the chaos raging in my head. How could I—? How could she—? What the hell—?

On the receiving end of my scream, Ruby’s face was painted with grief, lined with tears that almost made my anger buckle. Almost.

“Did you just…not want to be with me anymore?” Facing her silence, my pain came out softer eventually. Please, just tell me, and I will leave you alone.

“No…” She choked out. “I… I was wrong.” She swallowed hard before continuing, and despite the anger still roaming my vein, I wanted to reach out and touch her. “We should…we should stay together. I knew I couldn’t bear to see you with the League, see them take away all the good in you that I love…”

“Is that how you think of me?” I snapped before I realized what I was doing, “That I am so weak that the League is bound to break me?”

“No!” She shook her head violently, “No, I don’t think you are weak… If anything, I think you are much stronger than me. But I was weak.” She finally looked back at me, her green eyes gleaming in the dim light of this dust-covered room. “I’m so sorry.”

Before I could react to what she said—I didn’t even know what I was going to say or do—the sound of a gunshot broke every single thought clean out of my head.

Ruby was running before I could do anything about it. She pushed the door of the shop open, and another shot blew open the window on the outside, shattering the glass all over the floor.

“Ruby!” I shouted as I dodged, crouching with my hands over my ears, but she was already up and running again, out of the door and behind the woman that was escaping the scene—with a gun in her hands.

“Ruby, stop!” I shouted again, got on my feet to catch her, but I never manage. I skidded on the broken glass, and fell, hands first, into the shards.

I heard her hiss. She stopped dead on her way, and whirled around to find me on the floor, holding my right hand on my laps, pressing it against the fabric of my jeans to try and stop the bleeding.

The blood was dripping down to her fingers. As she walked slowly towards me, the red, looking almost black, dropped on the dust-covered floor, leaving a spotting route, marking her path. When she knelt down beside me, finally close enough to touch me, I found that she was smiling. A totally mirthless, wry and painful smile.

“Give me your hand.” She said softly, almost like a whisper.

“You should treat yours first.” I said, trying to catch her hand, to see how much of a damage I’d done.

“We only need to treat one of us.” She let out a small breath, almost like something caught there. “We get them together, and we heal them together, too.”

That, somehow, broke through all the mess in my head and reached my mind. I let her take my arm, and carefully wrap her scarf on my hand, all the while her words played on repeat in my head.

We get them together, and we heal them together, too.

When she was done wrapping my hand up, the wounds on her hand stopped bleeding, too. I didn’t know why—I wasn’t even completely over that anger or frustration—but when she placed her hand in mine, a tender “there” escaping her lips, all I wanted to do was kiss her.

Instead, I gently enveloped my fingers around her hand. “There.” I said, pressing my good hand over hers.

And we stayed in that silent, that touch, just a little while longer.

+++

[komfortkiri]

HELP WANTED (PART 1)

WOLF QUIRK F!READER x HANTA SERO x EIJIRO KIRISHIMA WORD COUNT: 1,724 TW/CW: BULLYING MENTION, PARENTAL ABANDONMENT, PANIC ATTACK MENTION (ONCE)

NOTES: I’ll make a banner for this series whenever I get my shit together on Photoshop, lol. I’ve been on a Sero/Kiri thing lately plus this was brewing in my head so I wanted to hurry and type it all down before I forgot it.

“ HELP WANTED! 3RD AND FINAL ROOMMATE FOR A 3 BEDROOM, 2 BATH HOUSE. — MUST BE RESPONSIBLE AND RELIABLE. TEXT THE NUMBER FOR ANY QUESTIONS. NAME IS KIRI. ”

You had been staring at this ad for a couple of days now. Surely they must have found someone by now, right? You were new around the area and being on your own, wasn’t quite what you had imagined. Your parents? Well, your mom up and decided to leave you behind after bringing you home from the hospital and your dad.. He’s always been there but you wanted to prove you could finally be on your own. You were 24 for God’s sake, of course you could do it, but sometimes— you found yourself wondering if you bit off more than you could chew. Living in this big city full of crazy quirks of all kind, including yours, it was pretty overwhelming.

Oh, your quirk? Well, you were part wolf and people could tell that from looking at you, due to your pointed black ears that rested on either side of the top of your head plus a tail that was pretty fluffy and was also black in color.. Can’t forget the fangs that you have, too. Your howl could deafen someone for a brief amount of time, distracting them. You also had the agility which mean you could run— fast. 

Growing up wasn’t easy at all. You were often teased about your appearance. Kids would pull your tail, thinking it didn’t hurt you when in reality, it did. You spent majority of your childhood wondering why you had to have such an awful quirk, blaming your father since he was also part wolf. However, as you got older, you became more mature and focused more on yourself. Of course, you apologized to your father, which brought the two of your closer, allowing you to confess the reasoning behind why your child days were so… dark and why you lashed out in such ways. 

Your father was a strong man, taking on a few jobs at a time to support you and his self while also keeping the bills paid on time. You admired him for that but you didn’t want to depend on him anymore which led you to where you are right this second— staring at this damned ad, wondering when you’re going to build up some type of courage to text the number. “Oh, for all that is holy, just do it.” You grew tired of being scared so you brought out your phone and texted the number.

TO KIRI: Hey… I was texting about your ad about needing a third roommate and wanted to inquire about it, if you haven’t found anyone yet.

You thought about it again.. What if it was a scam? Oh, you literally brought your palm to your forehead, tapping it a times then halted when your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen, eyes widening in surprise because it was the number from the ad. You had your phone set to where you wouldn’t be able to see previews of your messages unless you unlocked it fully. You braced yourself for a ‘Sorry, we’ve found someone’ or something along those lines. You wouldn’t be surprised since it did take you forever to even act on this whole thing. You swiped left on the message, unlocked your phone, squeezing your eyes shut then took a deep breath. Your right eye slowly opened, eyesight adjusting to the brightness of your screen then falling amongst the words of this Kiri’s response. Your other eye shot open in shock, both your ears perking up.

FROM KIRI: Awesome! We haven’t really had any luck with anyone reliable.. so since that’s the case.. would you mind if me and the other roommate meet you for, say.. coffee? How’s tomorrow morning sound around 8:30-ish?

Thinking to yourself, were you reliable? Of course, you were. Responsible? Absolutely. You worked at a local animal shelter, coincidentally. You worked more with dogs than cats, though, which came with the territory. Dogs obviously gravitated more to you given your natural wolf scent that only they detected with their sense of smell. Recently, you were moved into a management position so you were paid pretty well, which struck up this whole idea to be on your own, per se. Before you could think any further, did you work tomorrow? No, perfect. You rolled over onto your stomach on your bed, tail moving from side-to-side.

TO KIRI: Of course! That sounds great. There’s a coffee shop a few blocks from where I currently stay.. called Camille’s Cafe, not sure if you have heard of it or would prefer something else?

Were you coming off pushy? Demanding? At this point, you didn’t know and you were so nervous that it was driving you crazy but before you could go into panic mode— you got a text back, agreeing on the meeting place and everything. That was… easy.. almost too easy.. Either way, you were thankful they wanted to meet in a public setting in case they really were scammers. That’s when the thought had hit you.. What if they were guys? Kiri didn’t necessarily sound like a guy’s name.. did it? You laughed at your overthinking. No way these were guys.

With that, you looked at the clock on your bedroom wall, it reading 9:30 PM. You decided to go ahead and settle into bed to get enough rest so you didn’t look like a walking zombie when you met your potential roommates for coffee. You plugged in your phone to the charger and laid down, laying awake for an extra hour or so before drifting to sleep.

After a long day of getting phone call after phone call, text after text from different people saying they were interested in their ad, Eijiro and Hanta were close to giving up. Everyone who showed interest had some type of flaw about them, whether it be a bad history of paying rent on time or being an awful roommate in the past. It was becoming annoying, to say the very least. After denying everyone who reached out, Eijiro thought it was best to just block all the numbers to prevent further contact.

“Bro, I’m beginning to lose hope. We probably won’t ever find someone else to move in with us.” Hanta sat down on the couch in the living room with a sigh, kicking his feet up on the table in front of him. “Might as well talk to Kats about ditching that condo he’s in to move in over here with us.” They had thought about that a few times but even the slight mention of a roommate the first time, their friend, Katsuki, was the first to say not to even consider him because he valued his privacy. They didn’t press further because they understood and knew how he was. 

Eijiro sat on the other end of the couch, directly across from Hanta, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. “You know exactly how that’ll go, Sero. I say the next person that texts us, we invite to coffee and really figure shit out. It’s been days since we posted that ad, and you know that we need the help we can get.” Hanta nodded in agreement then both their eyes shot down to Eijiro’s phone that lit up with a unsaved number, inquiring about the roommate situation. Hanta moved over to the same side as where Eijiro was to sit down once the red head picked up his phone to look at the message. 

“Huh, look at that! It’s almost like this person heard you.” Hanta chuckled, looking over the message. “What do you think? Coffee?” Eijiro nodded then sent his first text out in response to the inquirer.

TO (YOU): Awesome! We haven’t really had any luck with anyone reliable.. so since that’s the case.. would you mind if me and the other roommate meet you for, say.. coffee? How’s tomorrow morning sound around 8:30-ish?

Sero scowled, “8:30 in the morning, dude? You really must be desperate because we sleep till like noon on our days off. That or you’re hoping it’s a girl.” He laughed then got up to circle around the furniture to head to the kitchen. “I mean, it might be a girl… and it might be good for us. Could teach us a few things.” Kirishima didn’t think about what all that last statement could entail but Sero, thankfully, didn’t catch onto it. “I guess so. Did they respond?” Just as soon as he finished asking his question, another text came through. 

“How do you feel about Camille’s down the road?” Kirishima looked over to Sero who thought for a minute then shrugged with a nod, “Alright, yeah. I could go for one of her bagels. We haven’t seen the lady in a while so we should pay her a visit.” Camille was an older woman who had a heart of gold and loved both Kirishima and Sero. They always were such gentleman when they came in but they stopped going once the crime rate escalated the past few weeks. 

“That’s true. I told the person it sounded great so. Let’s head to bed so we can actually wake up early and look decent instead of a mess.” Kirishima rose from the sofa to head toward his room. Sero called out, “Wouldn’t have to get beauty sleep at all if you didn’t schedule this meeting at the crack ass of dawn.” With that, Kirishima held out his arm behind him, giving Sero the middle finger. “Stop your bitching and go to bed, princess.”

Sero laughed and both settled into bed for the night. While one went to sleep pretty quick, the other laid awake, wondering who this mystery person could be. The thought of whether it was a female or not, really stuck to Eijiro’s mind. He had hoped that if it was, they wouldn’t be scared away by the fact that they’d be living with two guys should they accept the offer at all. Kirishima wanted them to be as comfortable as possible and that’s what he intended on doing and without noticing, he drifted into a deep sleep.

[let-me-luve-you]

The Volunteer

Misha x Reader

Summary: The reader volunteers at a shelter where she meets someone special.

Warnings: adoption, foster child, homeless, unfortunate families, mentions of a car wreck(briefly), mentions of abuse (Briefly), mentions of alcoholism (briefly)

MASTERLIST

SPN CHRISTMAS BINGO

Holidays are always hard. You didn’t have any family to celebrate with. Your friends were always with their families. Growing up in the foster system made holidays not that special. You had always been moved to a new house around the holidays. When you were 16, you got yourself emancipated. You dropped out of school and found a job at Target. Ten years of hard work and being reliable, you worked your way up to store manager.

You were grateful for the family you had made through work. Boyfriends had come and gone but normally you weren’t at the stage of your relationship to spend Christmas with their family. When you were 23, you had started to foster kids of all ages. You would have no more than three at a time. You always tried to give them the best holidays. Spoil them with gifts. Spend time with them. Show them the true meaning of the season.

This year during the holidays, you only had one child. A six year old boy named Rylan. He was the light of your life. He had been with you since January. You had started talks with his social workers to adopt him back in March. In November, you were told you had been approved and you should be able to sign the papers before Christmas.

Tonight, you decided to take Rylan with you to the shelter to help hand out food to families and the homeless. You were also handing out gifts to the children m. Rylan was really shy. Staying at your side most of the night. Once he got used to the people around him, he opened up. At one point he disappeared from the food line.

“Rylan? Baby this isn’t funny?” You said slightly panicked. You turned and asked on of the other volunteers to take your place while you found your son. Gary agreed and you walked towards the kitchen. When you swung open the door you were surprised to see Rylan up on a chair with a mixing bowl in front of him and a whisk in his hand. Another volunteer you hadn’t met yet standing behind him helping him mix whatever was in that bowl. Rylan smiled up at you with one of his front teeth missing.

“Mommy Y/N! Look I’m making cookies.” He continued to stirring. Making a slight mess on the table and him. You smiled at him, “I see that baby. I’m happy you’re helping out, but you know not to walk away from me without telling me.”

The volunteer grabbed the whisk from Rylan and the young boy fully turned to you. “I’m sorry. I heard Misha say he was making cookies and I wanted to help.”

“Sorry. I thought he talked with you before he joined me.” The volunteer said. “I’m Misha by the way. I’m new to volunteering here.”

“Hi Misha. I’m Y/N. Thank you for watching Rylan and letting him help.” You said. “He’s not usually this friendly with people and he usually just likes to help me. It’s good to see him trying something new and talking with people.”

“It’s no problem at all Y/N. He’s welcome to stay back here with me. And don’t worry… I’ll keep him away from the oven.” Misha smiled.

“Okay. Rylan you can stay, but you have to be good and listen to Misha.” Rylan hugged you as you gave him the good news.

“Thank you Mommy Y/N. I promise to be good.” He said. You smiled down at him and kissed his head. You turned to walk back to your post, “I’ll be back in a little bit to check on you.” Both Rylan and Misha smiled.

You walked back to your post, thanking Gary as he went back to his. You continued to fill the plates of those coming through the line. You made small talk with them and thanked them for coming in. You wished them Happy Holidays.

When the line died down. You walked back to the kitchen to check on Rylan. He was sitting at the table decorating a few cookies.

“Hi baby. Did you help Misha?” You asked. He nodded keeping his focus on his cookie. “Did you help him clean up?” The young boy paused before shaking his head no. “Go help him wipe down the counter and hand him the rest of the dishes.” He sulked but did what you said. You started to help him. Knowing once he finished clearing the counter, he would want to go back to decorating his cookies.

“Thank you Y/N.” Misha said when you handed him the last of the dishes. “I can handle the rest. Why don’t you go sit with Rylan. Take a break. I know you’ve been here longer than I have today.” You smiled at him and thanked him. You sat down at the table and watched your son.

“Mommy Y/N?” He said once he finished his cookie. “I’m hungry.”

You smiled at him as you thought the same thing, “What would you like to eat? We can eat wherever you want. Or we could eat at home. Your choice.” He lit up like a Christmas tree when you gave him the option.

“Can we have pizza?” He almost yelled. You shushed him to use his inside voice.

“Yes we can have pizza baby. You’ve been so good today helping.” You said.

He smiled at you, “I like helping. Can we do this more often? I really like helping others.” Your smile grew as tears built up. You fought them back but you were so proud of the young boy.

“Yes. We can do this more often.” You said as you pulled him into a hug. “I’m glad you like helping people.”

“Rylan, it’s great you love helping people. Helping this less fortunate is very good.” Misha said as he walked up and sat across from the two of you.

“Misha, will you come eat pizza with me?” Rylan asked. Ignoring what Misha had just told him.

Misha looked at you asking for permission, you nodded. “I would love to eat pizza with you.”

At Rob’s Pizza later that night, Rylan sat in your lap with his head on your chest asleep. He had a big day and after he finished eating, he was down for the count.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why does he call you Mommy Y/N?” Misha asked as he snacked on the piece of pizza in front of him.

You smiled, “I’m his foster mom. I have my certification to foster children. Rylan is the only kid I’ve had this long. They usually give me the kids that are about to be adopted within the year.”

“How long have you had him?” Misha asked.

“I’ve had him since January. The family that was going to adopt him backed out last minute because they found out they were pregnant.” You looked down at the small child while running your fingers through his hair. “Don’t tell him this, but he’s about to get adopted.”

“Oh that’s wonderful.” He said, but then hesitated, “I’m sorry you have to see him leave.”

You gave a small laugh, “I won’t. I’m the one adopting him. Papers should be signed and it will be official next week. I’m surprising him with it.” You said smiling up at Misha. “It’s going to be one of his Christmas gifts.”

“That’s wonderful. He’s a smart, caring young man. He wouldn’t quit talking about you. He loves you a lot.” He smiled at you. “He said how he was hoping he could stay with you forever, so I know he will absolutely love the gift. Is it too much to ask what happened to his parents?”

“His mom was in a car accident when he was four. He was in the car with her. It was a miracle he made it out alive.” You squeezed Rylan a little tighter. “She passed away a few days later due to the injuries. His dad lost his mind over it. Started drinking heavily. He started to get abusive towards him. One of his dad's friends called social services. He lost his fatherly rights to him. He went into the system. Went to one house, was about to be adopted, and then he came to me.”

“He’s so lucky to have someone like you look out for him.” Misha said reaching across the table to hold your hand. He gave it a small squeeze, but never let go.

“I’m lucky to have him. He isn’t my first foster kid, but man is he the one that made a difference in my life. I grew up in the system. There’s something about Rylan that reminds me of myself and I don’t want him to live the life I did. I want him to have better.” You said quietly.

“He’ll have an amazing life with you as his mom.” He squeezed your hand again. “I’m sorry you had a rough upcoming, but you overcame it. Look at what you do now. Help those in need. Help the children. You’re amazing. I bet your husband is so grateful to have you.”

“If I had one, I hope he would be.” You laughed. “Not many of my ex-boyfriends were happy I was a foster mom. They didn’t want that responsibility, so we broke up. I’m happy with what I do. If they aren’t, that is their problem. One day I’ll find someone that is okay with it.”

Misha smiled at you as he thought you were the most selfless and most beautiful person he had ever met. “Soon enough, you’ll find that one.” He squeezed your hand one more time before he released it. “It’s late. You should get him home and to bed.” He grabbed your bag and walked you to your car. Helping you put the sleeping boy in his car seat. “Would you want to do this again sometime? I really enjoyed tonight.”

“I’d love that.” You handed him your phone to add his number. “I had fun tonight. And thank you again for being so good with him. He’s pretty shy so the fact he opened up to you so soon means something.”

“It was no problem at all. I’m just glad he had fun.” Misha smiled at you before he handed your phone back. You saw that he texted himself so he had your number as well. When you looked up, he leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. “Drive safe and text me when you get home.”

You nodded at him and watched him walk back to his car. You smiled knowing Misha was something special. “Merry Christmas Misha.” You yelled across the parking lot. He smiled and said it back to you. You got into your car and smiled at the sleeping boy in the backseat. “It’s a Merry Christmas indeed.” You whispered.

[sinkix]

- What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Karasuno edition -

Obviously these aren’t meant to be taken too seriously lol. I’ll probably make this into a series at some point where I include the other teams idk this took me way too long to do JWIDJQENWKJQFN WE’LL SEE. ENJOY! <3

2D men are infinitely superior I said what I said.

Hinata: 

A sucker for motivational speeches or quotes and they always get you hyped up.

Very ambitious and positive despite frequently getting lost in life

Not as innocent as you seem but still a cinnamon roll lololol

You probably eat fruit as a regular snack n ppl judge you for it

Highkey a dumbass but in a very endearing way so people can’t help but like you

Summer is probs ur fave season

Definitely own several plushies and definitely get defensive about it

The friend people go to when they need cheering up.

You either go to bed at 8pm or 3am no in between.

Your texting style consists of several messages as opposed to one paragraph/sentence with the use of MANY emojis.

You 100% fuck with pineapple on pizza. 

Got your head stuck in a cat flap that one time.

Have a hella low alcohol tolerance or don’t drink at all.

Hella clueless when it comes to people flirting with you, they have to hold a neon sign in front of you for you to get the message

“Oh you were flirting with me?” “I was every day for 5 months but thanks for finally noticing”

Definition of a tab hoarder, your pc/laptop frequently crashes because it can’t handle that many but you refuse to get rid of any.

Always get toothpaste stains on your shirt no matter how careful you are.

“Wait we had homework???”

Nishinoya:

You often get random bursts of energy outta nowhere or at 2am and have no clue how to handle it 

You can’t help but head bang and scream the lyrics to your fav songs.

Probably have a hella diverse music taste.

Likely an active/outdoorsy person who either does sports or wants to.

Vvv loyal, type of friend you can call in the middle of the night and you’ll be there.

Chaotic good or Chaotic neutral.

You’re either one of the most responsible people in the room or one of the most fuckin chaotic and irresponsible lmao no in between it just depends on your mood.

Frequently pull all nighter’s and doesn’t even feel guilty about it

Chug soda like it’s water.

An extrovert or one of those introverts that are bat-shit once you actually get to know them.

You have zero shame, can and will run across the street stark naked for a cheeseburger and a can of sprite.

Like fuck yeah who wouldn’t for a burger and some sprite y’know??

Despite being a whirlwind you are actually a hella chill person to have as company.

You own a skateboard or want to.

Own at least one pair of converses or vans.

Probably have a bucket list or tons of future plans for travelling/adventures stored in your head.

You really want a dog and would call it something like Dexter or Human Destroyer 9000.

Likely have had several hair colour phases.

A slut for doritos.

You ate glue once as a kid and it was kinda okay and that fact still haunts you.

Tanaka:

Listen to rap more than any other genre and ur playlist is fire

Punched dry wall that one time

Probably have several piercings and plan on getting more

Prefer sports bras to regular ones.

Intimidates outsiders but your friends don’t take you seriously in the slightest lmaoaoaooa

Ppl find it hard to approach you but you’re actually super chill so you get sad 

Definition of that Kanye meme “before you talk to me” >:( “after you talk to me” :)

Probably don’t trust people easily

Type of person that once you’re challenged/dared to do something they WILL do it regardless of how stupid bc you hate being called a pussy.

Went through a phase where you only listened to Eminem.

Probably is/was the class clown or wished they were.

You have virtually no patience and a pretty short temper lmao.

You’re a go-getter and hate being told you can’t do something

Definitely snuck out the house several times as a teen.

Walks barefoot outside a lot bc fuck shoes lol

The pairs of shoes you do own are mostly worn down sneakers you refuse to swap out.

You’re that asshole that wears socks with holes in for the sport of it and it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. (dw I do too lmaooao)

Could probably bench press someone’s dad

Enjoy’s drinking coffee.

Kageyama:

Such a picky eater bitch god damn.

Usually hella hydrated and judge people that don’t drink enough water.

Eats spoonfuls of chocolate nesquik powder when no one is looking I said what I said

You like stoic and Tsundere guys who have the outer emotional capacity of a brick wall.

You’re probably the same in that sense and don’t enjoy letting people know what you’re thinking/feeling

Poker face 90% of the time

Type of person to pretend not to find a joke funny but then crumble and start crying with laughter.

Probs an introvert

Once when someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas you responded “to be left the fuck alone” and it still applies to this day.

like fr you just wanna be left alone man but ppl keep bothering you.

You HATE it when people tell you to smile and quite literally take it as an insult.

Your bedtime is 9pm and you stick by it religiously 

Always smell really good like damn what you got on??

The most you do with your hair if it’s long enough is throw it in a pony tail and call it a day.

Either have really nicely manicured nails or you’v chewed them down to the nub no in between.

You hate to admit it but you doubt yourself a lot and it really frustrates you.

Probably wet the bed a lot as a kid and you’re still salty about it.

lololol bed-wetter Kags lover

Audibly snorted typing that I’m sorry.

Probably had a ._. face reading that since ur usually hella unamused.

Cute awkward dork though behind that facade it’s just most people don’t see it.

So critical of yourself like chill

An earth sign or an Aquarius idc.

Do not know how to reciprocate a hug but desperately need one

When people flirt with you you somehow manage to make them intimidated with your responses and scare them off.

You called your teacher “mum/dad” once and you get Vietnam flashbacks to this day.

Daichi:

You probably have a daddy kink and lowkey daddy issues with it

Very supportive friend who has a lotta patience

Hella determined and humble.

Mostly wear black because it’s just much easier than colour coordinating and plus you just prefer the simplicity, but you’re pretty vibrant as a person.

The one who stays sober at parties to drive the others home.

Probably haven’t been in many relationships but still do enjoy romance.

seems stern but is actually very friendly and enjoy company bc you don’t like spending too much time by yourself.

Honestly just wants to chill out, go to bed and read a book.

A coffee connessieur but mostly just drinks instant bc ur too lazy to make it properly and just drink it black.

Very reliable.

Often get stuck with most of the work during group projects lololol

People frequently ask you for the answers to the homework/assignment and it really depends on your mood and how charitable you’re feeling as to whether you’ll lend it to them

Low-key a sadist.

100% Old soul

Despite this you are a fuckin dork and have quite an immature but really funny sense of humour.

You have a thigh kink. 

Def grew up reading wattpad smut and most of ur sexual knowledge stems from that

probably prefer manga to animated versions

Absolute pro at winged eyeliner and looks v good in it.

Probably give lectures even without realising it.

Shamelessly watches the nature channel for hours on end and what of it.

Honestly just done with everyone’s shit lmao

Sugawara:

Either are the mom friend or the one the mom friend has to look after.

You vibe with pastel colours

Your fav season is either spring or autumn.

oversized hoodies and knitted sweaters are your vibe.

Enjoy drinking herbal tea

Likes the smell of rain and will purposely step outside after a storm and S N O R T the smell of damp concrete. (srry if ur from some dry ass place like nevada lmao it rains alot in the UK soooOOOoO)

Quiet but have a really creative imagination and has one HELL of a loud voice when they’re pissed off

like,, I wouldn’t dare get on ur nerves ion want my ear drums bursting damn.

Hoards flavoured chapsticks and scented lip gloss

Either did or still have your Harry Potter house in your bio and it was probably Hufflepuff.

Gives people advice that they are fully aware also applies to themselves but doesn’t follow it LMAO.

Listens to K-pop and several Korean and Japanese genres.

Played a dating sim once and you enjoyed it but ur still ashamed and refuse to ever talk about it.

Smells like lavender or something hella floral

Probably reads a lot of Yaoi and no one else knows but you.

Would 100% own a chinchilla

Read Killing Stalking and it messed you up for weeks.

Asahi:

The one who was trying to flirt for months and the other person never got the hint

Probably a really pretty crier and vibe with the mascara running aesthetic.

You tear up easily lol.

Probably a water sign.

Low-key a bad bitch though 

Looks really good in red lipstick

That one person who’s v attractive but completely unaware and v insecure.

That one friend who seems so soft and innocent but can turn into a banshee when need be.

Crying is your therapy.

You overthink a LOT and it often stops you from achieving what you want.

Actually have a lot of willpower despite ur sensitivity.

Was def a pushover as a kid and still have a chip on your shoulder about it.

Hella artsy and day dreams a lot.

You attract broken souls and often get turned to when people’s problems need fixing yet you’re a total mess yourself

Listens to Girl in red while questioning your sexuality

which you do a lot.

You hate being put in a box or labelled.

Gave up on that hobby that one time and you really wanna get back into it.

Always have at least one hair tie on your wrist that’s basically an accessory at this point.

Own a phat ass fish tank with hella pretty fishes bro it’s such a vibe say hi to Nemo for me.

Yamaguchi:

Too scared to ask for extra ketchup packets so you get your friend to ask instead.

Probably have anxiety.

The time you stuttered once when introducing yourself frequently gives you cringe attacks.

Major animal lover and prefers them to people.

Talked to a tree once and it was a pretty cool experience.

Wear a lot of pink or cute colours and radiate babi energy.

Likely wear skirts 

Wear those aesthetic planets necklaces and your tumblr is filled with space related art and themes.

Enjoy staring up at the clouds and figuring out what animal they are.

Has a lot of secrets that they probably tell to their cat.

dw ur cat isn’t a snitch they got you covered.

“meow”

yeah they definitely didn’t just try to reveal ur deepest traumas to your cousin.

If you don’t have a cat you probably would want one and would call it Mittens or sumn.

You’re whipped for freckles and anyone that has them instantly becomes 1000x more attractive to you

Either like 5′2″ or 5′10″ no middle ground

Definitely own a turtle or rabbit and if you don’t then you should.

Forgets your assignments but the professor lets you off because you’re so nervous they can’t scold you.

Oversleeps at least 2 times a week

Will not get up before 1pm on a weekend

Wall flower at parties but people still approach you bc you are so friendly and kind.

Social anxiety intensifies.

Always get’s called on in class when you haven’t been paying attention and it really troubles you.

Has a minimum of 3 blankets on your bed that you cocoon yourself in.

Tsukishima:

Your attracted to snarky assholes.

Sarcasm and insults are your form of flirtation and you get immediately turned off if they can’t take it or get upset.

Probably shy away from your feelings

Random flashbacks to embarrassing events frequently keep you up at night

Judge peoples fashion choices as they walk past you but actually have a really good eye for what works and what doesn’t.

You look like you have your shit together and you kinda do for the most part.

The quiet kid in class that’s listening to some loud ass screamo or rock n roll’ but ppl have no idea.

Definition of the glinting anime glasses pushed up your nose bridge cliche.

When you make a mistake you question all your knowledge and abilities but no one else knows that about you

Refuses to cry since you view your emotions as a personal weakness

If someone hugged you you’d get VERY uncomfortable.

Physical contact is not your forte

Probably a 5′0″ demon.

Would peg a man to assert dominance but you’re actually a lil bitch.

Knows the answer to the question they can’t solve.

Doesn’t study as much as they should but somehow still gets good grades.

Really likes french fries and the taste of strawberries.

Just wants to be left alone

Ennoshita:

The one friend that gets talked over and it really pisses you off but you’re too nice to say anything.

Seems really passive but can actually be hella confrontational when they wanna be

No tolerance for peoples bullshit 

Really stable and just an overall reliable person.

People often forget you’re in the room lmao but it’s okay you’d rather listen anyway.

Actually has a really interesting mind and a lot to say but mostly keep it to yourself unless they’re your friend

Answered for someone else in attendance a few years ago and it still bothers you.

People often come to you to vent and you’re chill with it

Don’t stand out much but honestly it doesn’t bother you

Can and will get through an entire book/series in a matter of 3 days.

Quite a minimalist and organised for the most part

You look like you have your shit together and you def do.

Have a controversial taste in pizza.

You have more acquaintances than friends but the ones you do are a v tight knit circle.

Will re take a quiz several times till you get the character you wanted

Radiate Virgo and Libra energy.

Kiyoko:

Type of person to say “step on me” as a way of complimenting and you mean it literally.

Both a sadist and masochist

When someone tells you their not interested it just makes you want them 100x more and it frustrates you why are you like this.

Doesn’t compliment often but when you do it’s really heartfelt.

Looks like your silently judging people but in reality you really couldn’t care.

Just kidding you low-key judge them anyway.

Very picky when it comes to partners.

Independent but has random hella clingy moments.

Despite being quiet, you are capable of roasting a bitch alive if they test your patience.

Like I would NOT wanna get on your bad side

You could deadass send them to therapy, their emotions fenna need some aloe vera for that burn.

Just really calm and relaxed tbh so people enjoy being in your company even though you don’t talk much.

When you do though it’s usually something really interesting or funny.

You just don’t see the point in talking if what your saying doesn’t hold any value??

You hate small talk and would rather slingshot yourself off a skyscraper than partake in it.

Your face is easy to read and you make no effort to hide it.

If your in a bad mood they WILL know.

Look like your plotting someones demise or questioning life’s theories but in reality you’re really just thinking bout what you want for dinner.

Honestly just a sweetheart tbh.

Low-key have a staring problem.

Has really neat and cursive handwriting like who tf taught you that.

Yachi:

Frequently says something then panics that it could be misinterpreted 

You overthink literally everything you have ever said and the actions you haven’t even committed yet

Really likes the taste of sherbet 

Could cut a bitch if they needed to

You spend most of your money at Urban Outfitters and don’t regret it.

have an assortment of colouring pencils that ppl always try and borrow and never give them back.

You highlight the shit outta your papers and never read them again.

Really like the smell of peaches

Probably have a v interesting earring collection.

Hoard water bottles in your room and you feel majorly guilty about it.

The taste of honey disgusts you but you eat it anyway for some reason.

Somehow managed to burn rice and solidify soup.

You shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen but you try your best regardless.

I feel like that applies to most things in your life

Like yeah you fucked it up but like you’re trying your best lol cmon

V tolerant of people but have zero time for fuckboys and shut them down instantly.

You frequently get the shakes from caffeine or anxiety

Or both.

You give really encouraging hugs.

Have no clue what you wanna do in life but it’s ok bby it’ll work out.

Takeda:

You’re a very underappreciated and underrated person and I love u

Probably an English/languages major

Really kind and outgoing but high-key mysterious

Actually has a phat fucking temper like damn where did that come from.

Won’t take no for an answer when you want to achieve something.

That one person people don’t realise is there listening to your conversations but you definitely are and now know Becky’s deepest darkest secret.

Fuck you, becky.

Wore contacts once and forgot to take them out for 3 days.

You wondered why your eyes were so itchy.

Your music taste does not match your appearance.

Probably watch a lot of crime shows and imagine you’re an investigator

Aced physics and chemistry.

More than likely an introvert with extrovert tendencies when you feel like it.

Actually quite temperamental but it’s okay since you’re a v genuine person.

Often debate getting a sugar daddy bc that income looking real tempting rn.

Honest to a fault at times but it’s something people come to appreciate about you.

Just really wanna sleep for 15 hours and sit in front of your laptop with some hot coco.

Ukai:

You like older men

The smell of tobacco and coffee low-key comforts you for some reason.

Peed in a bottle that one time while on a road trip and forgot to throw it out until you found it a week later.

You’re a slut for dyed hair and dudes with piercings.

You once got drunk and passed out on a spinning round-a-bout in a park and your friend still has pictures that you refuse to acknowledge.

Bi-curious and just radiate big Bi energy

Would experiment but you’re too hesitant.

Hates the taste of beer but drinks it anyway.

Just wants to be loved man I stg is that too much to ask.

Often wonder if your friends actually like you then realise you don’t really care anyway lmao.

You still love them though.

Tired of working over time and just wanna catch a break.

Amazon Prime is your best friend.

Random ass parcels comin thru’ each day and it feels like Christmas.

A very lonely and one-man party Christmas.

Stop spending your fucking paycheck.

Have a pretty dark/cynical but really funny sense of humour and you often make people laugh.

Have a big ass temper and people KNOW it.

Often fantasised about dropping out and becoming a stripper bc your patience was being TESTED.

Really likes money but who doesn’t tbh.

You radiate Chaotic Evil but keep it under wraps.

[yoichichi]

Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: ok this is for my baby, my shawty, my luv xoxo, my bitch, my world, my EVERYTHING 😩 @plutowrites her request was sent in private so imma keep it that way ❣️ please enjoy baby 💓

a/n: ok so I know you got boyfie kenma but this is who I’d match you with excluding that scary mf 😌😙 sooo say hello to boyfie #2 & #3

Reading your request, you have been matched with...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Tsukishima Kei

I just knew eventually we’d come to this Pluto 😪 let’s address the mental illness that is being with Tsukishima 😪 IM JUST KIDDING PLS

Ok but no fr everything you’re looking for in a relationship? ^ this guy got

Tsuki is so funny idc

He’ll constantly be whispering snarky remarks in your ear about people around you and just absolutely dog on them and it’s SO funny

And sometimes he’ll just look at you after Hinata said something stupid like 😒 and ITS SO HARD TO NOT BURST INTO TEARS

Like this boy is gonna have you in stitches

And he’s so smart with it too like he’s so witty

He’s also the kind of guy where if you’re dying after he said smth he’s gonna look you up and down with a smirk cause he’s proud of himself LMAO

He’s also not clingey but a lowkey simp

Like he’d never in his fucking life admit to being a simp

But the speed at which he flips his phone when he thinks he might have a notif from you

And the way he will listen to the SAME song on rpt in those mf headphones if it reminds him of you

You’re his home screen too AND HIS EARS WOULD BURN SO BRIGHT RED WHEN YAMS FIRST NOTICES IT

Cause he’s using his phone to text his mom or smth and sees the home screen and is just 🤭😳😏 ~tsukiii

And Tsukis just

😒😐😳🙂

“Give me my phone, you can walk home.”

HES JUST SHY ABOUT LOVING YOU OK

Tsukishima is so decisive too I-

You’d be taking like 3 seconds too long to decide and he’d decide for you LMAO

Or you’d just give him a ~look like 😳🥺 and he’d just know and he’d roll his eyes and figure it out LMAO

Pls you’ll be somewhere and won’t know what you want to eat and you’re getting nervous cause your guys turn to order is coming up and he’d just order something for you he’d know you’d like and after just pull you into his side and kiss the top of your head

“You’re such an idiot.”

you’re VERY lucky he’s good at making good decisions LMAO

Ok he is going to be squishing your cheeks literally all the time????

Like you do anything and he’s grabbing your cheeks with one hand and moving your head back and forth while he talks to you in the mocking baby voice ya know?

“Oh you think you’re so smart baby~”

He’s mean but like, it’s ok cause it’s him and it’s h-hot 😦🤢 and he loves you obviously 🙄

 bitch you said banter that borderlines mean? This bout to be your favorite song^ all he DOES is bully

It’s his love language at this point

Your name in his phone is baby 🧡

But he says it’s just your name LMAO

Until you call his phone so he can find it and you see your contact name

Pls bully him about it he deserves it

It does not matter that you’re tall he will call you tiny literally any chance it makes sense

Can you reach things on the top shelf?

Yes

Does he care?

No

And he will grab it for you and be like

You’re too tiny I got it 🙄✋🏼 LMAO

Okok you mentioned you have eczema

One of Tsukis ways of showing he really does love you is taking care of you

He notices you’re getting low on your cream?

He already went to the store to get some for you

You’re having a flare up and feeling a little insecure?

He’s kissing your temple and whispering how beautiful you look today in your ear, hoping you’ll think about the way his hand is running up and down your arm and how he’s breathing down your neck, and the way the skin behind your ear is burning now from the second kiss he placed, rather than the way you’re eczema is making you feel

He’s a little more affectionate in public that day than he normally would choose to be

It’s subtle, things like intertwining your fingers and kissing your hand before pulling you in his direction rather than the way he’d usually hold your pinky and lightly tug you his way

Or coming up right behind you to look at something you’re showing him, towering over you with his chest against your back

“That’s awesome.” He says it sarcastically but still leans down to press a kiss to your cheek

“C’mon let’s get what we actually came for stupid.”

Even when he’s driving you guys there and back his right hand is resting on your thigh instead of the wheel, only moving to adjust the radio

He notices and his solution to bad thoughts is “think of me instead then bitch”

He keeps literally any and everything you’ve EVER made him

You met in highschool and now live together while you’re in college?

He still has those first things you made him in highschool in a little scrapbook album he made after a couple years of being together

Ok he eats the treats you bake in moderation in front of you ,,, but you’ve come across him more than once getting a midnight snack

🍪😦🧍🏻😅

Crumbs around his mouth and all LMAOOO

ok while he wouldn’t understand the basketball obsession completely he WILL put on a Raptors jersey and sit and watch every game with you and love your reactions

He’s even recorded games for you if you were too busy to watch it and then when you have the time to watch it he IS WEARING HIS JERSEY AND TURNING IT ON ALREADY AND YOURE JUST 🥺🤲🏼

But he’s just 😒 don’t make a big deal out of it

He takes things you’ve baked him to lunch every day bye

OK IM GONNA STOP NOW LMAO

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Jean Kirschtein

OK LISTEN THIS WAS SO HARD

I was reading and I was using my brain HARD I almost said Eren but I don’t think he’d be making smart decisions for y’all... and that mf is too indecisive y’all would really get nothing done LMAO

Apparently I just really love you and Jean

Okok ANYWAYS

Literally the most reliable and attentive mf

He’s a MASTER at being a simp without being too clingy

Always buying things you need from the store (he’s a lil bit of a rich boy too cmon now)

He remembers ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks

And when they change he makes a mental note of it

Literally a quarter of his brain is a roladex of your favorite Haribo gummy’s it’s ridiculous LMAO

He absolutely refuses to share things you bake him with literally anyone

God forbid Sasha gets a whiff, he swears he’ll fist fight her

ITS NOT JUST CAUSE ITS GOOD EITHER

He thinks it’s so special cause you made it for ~him so why tf should someone else get a taste 🤨☝🏼

He’s not even a lowkey simp at this point

The way he’d spoil you pls...

Like at some point you’re like Jean I- I only need so many necklaces

Yeah he’ll just move on to the next thing

Ok this a lil saucey but he’s definitely the type to buy you lingerie he wants to see on you

And if you’re feeling nervous or insecure he’s gonna be all over you and saying all kinds of things in your ear since you’re too shy to make eye contact

Your face is buried in his chest and he’s just running his hands down your sides and whispering little things in your ear like how pretty you are for him and how good you are for trying this on for him

ANYWAYS

He would love to bake with you as a date 🥺🤲🏼

I don’t think he’d be that great ... but he tries!!

And he gets to spend time with you, even if you are laughing at him 🖤

Another one who’s a decision maker

He’s gonna ask you more than tsuki would LMAO but ultimately he’s taking charge in the relationship

He just loves you so much pls

Your vibe reminds me of...

Baby I hope I did this justice 😪🤲🏼 I’m literally in love with you they better watch out... 🔪🧍🏻‍♀️......

Requests are open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST

-🐇out

[confusednarcissistwrites]

Teenage Dirtbag Pt.5 (K.S.)

strap in babies: this is rough one. love you all and hope you are staying safe 💛 enjoy

(cancer, v sad)

The minute the door slammed behind Kyle, you sunk the floor, pulling your knees to your chest and letting out a heavy sigh. No one else made you quite so ferocious in only a matter of moments. Yet, even so, you felt that obnoxious pang of guilt in your stomach for raising your voice at him. You often left confrontational situations feeling guilty; it was merely circumstance that most of the confrontation in your life was with him at that time. At least that’s what you told yourself.

You stood abruptly with a growl, frustrated with yourself. As much as you’d like to sit and rationalize with yourself forever, you knew in the end that the nagging feeling rarely left entirely. Perhaps he was right; you had very consensually slept with him twice with little to no complaint before blowing up on him. You could understand how he might be confused. You came to the conclusion that you had just been set off by his abrupt arrival, and that you’d apologize next time you saw him.

However, the next day, Kyle was absent from the class you shared with him. This was incredibly unusual as it was a criminal justice class he practically led most days, and he rarely missed classes in general. You struggled to pay attention, the guilt in your belly growing and gnawing at you. Was he okay? Had your words affected him more than you realized? What if he did something stupid? Something unthinkable? You were nauseous by the end of class, thinking yourself into a dither. Rationally, you knew he would never, but he’d done more than a few things you’d seen as out of character as of late. As soon as class ended, you spotted one of the boys from his band. Taking a deep breath, you approached him.

“Hey, Tony. Have you seen Kyle today?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t pry.

Half baked, he shook his shaggy hair. “Nah, weird huh? Wonder what the little guy’s up to..”

“Mm, thank you,” you replied distractedly, not entirely convinced he was a reliable source. However, you had little else to go off of. You knew you had to make sure he was okay.

Your feet carried you swiftly to your car. Once in your driver’s seat, you found yourself unable to catch your breath. Were you being rational about all this? You really had no reason to be this concerned. Heaven knows he wouldn’t be if the shoe was on the other foot. You let out a long breath, pressing your palms against the steering wheel. Your conscience refused to let you just drop it and drive home.

The drive to his house felt oddly automatic despite how long it had been. Everything looked the same. White picket fences, square, manicured lawns, and housewives sprawled out in lawn chairs drinking sweet tea in the sun: The American Dream. But you knew better. The Scheible home had taught you much about how deceiving the appearance of a home could be. Bright white smiles sometimes hide the most bitter sadness.

You parked next to the curb, noticing an unfamiliar utility van sat in his driveway. Curiosity sparked, you hurried up the steps to the front door and knocked, suddenly feeling a little silly for being there. Too late to turn back now.

Mrs. Scheible answered the door. She flashed you a shiny smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Y/N, sweetie, what a surprise! Is there something I can do for you?” she asked. You could instantly see things were not good. She wore dark, puffy circles under her bloodshot eyes, and her normally manicured hands dry and the polish chipped. She normally invited everyone in without a second thought. Fear clenched your stomach.

“Hi, Darlene,” you smiled. “Is Kyle home?”

“Yes, he is. I’ll go get him for you, okay?”

You nodded, trying to convey as much sympathy for her as you could without saying anything. As she closed the door, your eyes found the van in the driveway again, and it all suddenly clicked into place.

Nurses. For his father.

You felt a bit queasy, feeling even more ridiculous for thinking he could possibly be upset over a squabble with you when he had much more pressing matters going on at home. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door was pulled open again, Kyle stepping out onto the doormat and closing the door behind him. It was as if the family was afraid the tragedy living inside their home would escape through the front door if it was held open too long.

You felt a pang in your chest as you took in the sight of him. It had been less than 24 hours since you’d seen him last, but he looked thinner, a shell of the boy you knew. His eyes looked like his mom’s.

“Hey.” His voice was weak.

“Hi,” you responded dumbly. “I-I, uh- you weren’t until class today. I was just… making sure you were okay?” It came out as more of a question than a statement. You weren’t sure why you were there anymore.

“Ah,” he replied, his arms wrapping around his middle. The silence hung heavy between you, his lack of a response speaking volumes.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, picking at your fingers. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you yesterday.”

He blinked at you as if he didn’t remember for a moment. “You had every right to react the way you did,” he responded, shaking his head.

“No, I didn’t,” you sighed, hating how defeated he sounded. “You were right; I was giving you mixed signals and I just can’t expect you to read my mind. I think we… both have some uncertainty about what we’re feeling.” You met his eyes finally, seeing him give you a little nod of agreement. “And I can see you definitely have a lot more serious matters on your plate right now.”

He audibly swallowed, his eyes blinking rapidly for a moment. “Yeah,” he choked.

Overcome, you acted on pure instinct, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling him into a tight hug. He tensed at first, but slowly relaxed, reciprocating your tight grip. You felt a shuddery breath leave his thin frame and could hear him physically fighting not to break down. “It’s okay,” you assured, feeling a knot in your own throat now.

He abruptly pulled back, hands wiping at his eyes harshly. “Thank you,” he breathed, giving you a tight-lipped smile as he stepped back toward the door. You wanted nothing more than to resist him pushing you away, but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t rescue him from the realities waiting for him inside. You couldn’t ease the pain of losing a father one day at a time. So you just stood there helplessly, watching as he stepped back into his home and closed the door behind him. You weren’t sure how long it was before you finally came back to yourself and returned to your car.

++++++

You didn’t remember much of the drive when you arrived back at your dorm. You felt completely disconnected from everything around you. Walking into your empty dorm felt almost like a relief. You knew exactly what you needed.

You numbly pulled your phone from your pocket, selecting your mom’s contact. She answered after just a few rings.

“Hi, baby! How are you?” she greeted cheerfully.

You felt your throat tighten, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel so grateful to have her there and healthy and available.

“I, um.. I’m kind of a mess, actually,” you replied, letting out a little sad laugh.

“What’s going on?” she asked, worry filling her voice.

You told her everything. She’d known about Kyle and everything that had happened during the breakup, but everything since then was new. You poured out every anxiety and doubt until you had nothing left to say, and she listened carefully to every word. By the end you were a blubbering mess.

“I just… I don’t know how I’m feeling. I don’t trust that I’m not just wanting to take care of him through this trauma he’s going through,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes with yet another tissue. You had a pretty impressive pile growing beside you at this point.

Your mother was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Honey, you have a big heart. I think that your desire to help Kyle is what drew you two together in the first place. You always wanted to teach him vulnerability.” You listened carefully, her words becoming your gospel as always. “But, I think you know that it’s more than that to you now.”

You felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. All the turmoil and heartache; how could you not have seen how much you still cared for him? You had never stopped caring for him. “I’m just scared he doesn’t feel the same. What if he just thinks he needs me right now so he can get through this?”

“Well, you’re going to have to decide if that’s a risk you’re willing to take or not, sweetheart.” Her tone was calm and resolute, convincing you it was really just that simple.

“Okay,” you replied finally, a shaky sigh leaving your tense body.

“I love you bunches. I know you’ll make the right decision, hon.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

You both said your goodbyes and hung up, leaving you a ball of snot and tears. Gathering up your tissues, you thought about all the things she had told you. Though your mind fought to keep up, your heart had really already made its decision. You just prayed you’d make it out in one piece on the other end of all this.

+++++

A few days passed. You found yourself thinking of him almost always. You texted him occasionally to check in, but it was never more. He needed space to be with his family, and you respected that. You just wanted him to know that you were never far if he needed you. It was draining to worry so much about something so far removed from you, but you remembered your mom’s words and prayed you were doing the right thing.

It was very early Sunday morning when he finally called. You quickly sat up, knowing it could only be him calling you at this time.

“Hello?”

His ragged breaths came from the other end of the line.

“Y-N... he’s gone.”

TAGLIST: @londonmademedoit @cathyoliveros10 @chclcmet @isthataladybag @not-ready-to-lose @lilttletimmy @madschalamet @cali4niagirl @kissessforharryyy

[shirtlesssammy]

1x21: Salvation

And with this recap, we’ve wrapped season 1.

Now:

Nope, Dad’s not there

Then:

Meg Masters is giving the confession of a lifetime. She then reveals herself to be a demon. The priest runs and tries to barricade himself in... his bunker of knives? Meg catches up to him and demands to know where the Winchesters are. He doesn’t know where they are. She slices his throat open. 

RIP Pastor Jim.

Meanwhile, John Winchester is showing off his best crafting skills. He fills his sons in on the demon he’s been chasing. It’s been burning houses --just like he did their house back in the day. Furthermore: They all have babies that are exactly 6 months old, just like Sam. Sam blames himself for his mother's death (RIP ME). 

Anyway, John notes there were signs before a house burned and he’s found them again in Salvation, Iowa. 

Once in Salvation, John pulls over in a dramatic fashion to announce that Pastor Jim is dead. Signs of a demon were in his place. He doesn’t know if it was THE demon. 

They’ve got work to do in finding all the 6 month old babies in town. He orders his sons to get to work. 

The family Winchester and their Carhartt uniforms con their way into looking at sensitive medical records. Well, Dean relies on his ridiculous good looks to get his way. Sam wins the research battle by getting a flash into the future --and another mother in pink white. He catches a road in the vision and heads to the house.  

He sees the house in his vision, and the mother walking her baby. He runs up to them and introduces himself as a neighbor. Monica and Rosie. Monica reveals that Rosie is exactly 6 months old. Sam tells her to take care and stares creepily from afar as she greets her husband. 

He gets another nightmarish vision.

It segues into a shadowy figure approaching Rosie in her crib. Monica approaches only to get smushed to the ceiling and her belly sliced open. Season one and they’re already recycling storylines, amirite? 

Sam tries telling his brother and dad about the vision.

John jumps down Dean’s throat about not telling him about what Sam’s been going through. AND I’m sharpening my knives right now. Dean stands up for himself, and I couldn’t be more proud. John tells him he’s right --and that little look and swallow of Dean’s? KILL ME. 

Sam gets a call from Meg. She wants to talk to John. Sam tries to lie, but she knows he’s right there so Sam passes the phone over. She reveals she’s got his friend Caleb all tied up. Without much preamble, she slices his throat too. 

John tells Meg that he’s going to kill her. (tbh, I can’t believe she made it a whole 8 years longer than him really.) Meg tells John that until he gives up the Colt, she’s going to kill everyone he knows. 

He agrees to bring her the Colt.

After the phone call they speculate briefly about the true nature of Meg - demon? Or simply possessed by one? Oh, Season One. They make a plan. John’s going to head to Lincoln with a fake Colt and Sam and Dean are going to stay behind and kill themselves a demon with a magical gun. Nobody’s happy about it. “I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home. I want Mary alive,” John despairs to Sam. Excuse me while I pick up my TV and dash it violently against a wall! Because SAMESIES. 

Behind the railroad trestle of after-Endverse fame, they hold an exchange of weapons. 

John gets a fake Colt. Dean gets THE Colt. We are reminded that there are only FOUR bullets left and no bullets will EVER BE MADE AGAIN (until it’s convenient for the plot.) “You finish what I started,” John orders, and I hiss as I remember the finale yet again.

John arrives early to Lincoln in his ridiculously overcompensating muscle truck. He creeps into the factory’s bones, prowling along the pipes and preparing for his rendezvous. Meg arrives, oblivious to John skulking above her on the roof, where he’s blessing a water cistern on the top of the building. 

Outside Monica’s house, Dean and Sam brainstorm ways to save the day. They wish their dad was there. (Single man tear, I guess!) Sam gets emotional about facing the big bad demon AT LAST. He thanks Dean for always having his back, and Dean repays him with a stern lecture about not delivering farewell speeches. 

Meg greets John and even though I’m always like WHO IS THIS BLONDE CHICK WHERE’S MY MEG -- she’s looking fierce. 

She demands the Colt from John. Oh, and if he decides to shoot her with it instead, John’s going to have to contend with another rando demon after she dies. Demon Number Two saunters in like a CW show Young Business Executive and takes the gun with a smirk. With little dialogue and no preamble, he shoots Meg in the gut. While she grouses about the bullet, Demon Number Two pronounces the gun to be fake! Ruh roh, John. He scuttles into the back network of utility hallways he scouted out earlier, and then releases the floodwater of holy water he’d prepared. 

“Holy water, John? Real cute,” Meg says, as John scampers back outside, where he discovers that the demons slashed the tires on his truck. He swears, and heads BACK into the factory maze, while I yell at him to drive on his flats and destroy his truck! Doesn’t he know there are demons after him?

Back on the hunt, Dean and Sam fret over their father’s fate, but there’s no time for that. DEMON OMENS ARRIVE. Lights flicker, the radio buzzes, and the wind picks up. SO DRAMATIC. The Winchesters break into Monica’s house. Almost immediately, they get attacked by the dad with a baseball bat. He shouts at his wife to grab the baby from the nursery. This is going well! Sam races upstairs and faces ol’ Yellow Eyes just as he’s midway through the act of raising Monica to the ceiling. Sam takes a shot and Yellow Eyes immediately poofs out like a magician. Dean grabs the baby just in the nick of time.

The second floor of the house explodes in flame just as they escape. Briefly, they see the demon standing in the flaming room and Dean has to hold Sam back from plunging inside after him. SAM PLZ. 

Meanwhile, John gets magically pinned to a wall by Demon Number Two. 

Back at the motel, Dean calls John’s cell and gets his voicemail. He frets that John’s in trouble. I use this moment to cattily comment on how John never answers Dean’s calls anyway, so how could Dean even assume that? Sam doesn’t care. He wishes that Dean had let him run in after the demon!

Dean tells Sam that hunting Yellow Eyes isn’t worth getting himself killed, and Dean’s going to fight like hell to keep Sam safe. Mom and Jess are dead and throwing Sam’s life away to avenge them won’t bring them back. Sam takes this reliably well.

Dean won’t back down. “Three of us. That’s all we have,” he says with a tremor in his voice. “That’s all I have.” He confesses how on-the-edge he feels. How nearly alone, with only Sam and John in his life. 

Sam and Dean call John again, and the phone rings and rings. Meg picks up, and promises that Sam and Dean will never see John Winchester again.

Quotaphobia:

Dad, I called you from Lawrence, alright? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean...getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery

You make every shot count

Don't say ‘just in case something happens to you.’ I don't wanna hear that freaking speech, man

Want to read more? Check out our Recap Archive!