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HII wondering if you could do Matthew hallard as readers best friend when they were both in the orphanage?1?1?1 you could add anything else 😼 im not forcing ANYWAY HAVE A GOOD DAYAYAY

I literally SCREAMED I’m so excited to do a ppt request because chapter 4 was amazing, and because of my ppt brainrot I’ll do Kevin/Jack as well! AND I HOPE UR DAY IS JUST AS AMAZING AS THIS REQUEST🧡❤️💛

Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack(before/after Doey)

Matthew Hallard:

Probably the nicest teenager anyone’s ever met tbh.

Whether you’re younger than him or around the same age as him he’ll treat you like his little sibling. There’s no stopping it.

Always puts your needs above his and he won’t compromise that at all.

Oh you’re thirsty? He suddenly has an apple juice box in his hand! Hungry? Well now he suddenly has a bag of chips in his backpack!

(They were supposed to be for him but shh)

Makes sure all your homework’s done, if not then he’ll scold you for it.

But then he’ll feel bad and help you do it.

If you were around his age you'd probably know about his parent’s accidents he couldn’t prevent.

If you were younger he’d save that topic for when you were older, if only he had time left.

He’d be worried sick when you were taken away because you were “sick”.

Once you came back you seemed hazy, it made him nervous so he held your hand just to let you know that he was there, until you were officially “adopted.”

Later he really found out through his own “sickness” what “adoption” meant.

He hates what the scientists did to you, did to him. It gives him a reason to keep going as Doey.

Kevin Barnes:

How??

Like actually how.

Kevin doesn’t know why he considers you his friend ngl.

The scientists were definitely interested in how you and Kevin got along without you running away from him.

They couldn’t care less about the friendship part but they want to know how it started.

It was easy actually, he randomly tackled you to the ground even though you’ve both never talked before.

You didn’t cry, or scream, instead you reacted like it was a game. Which it was, kind of.

Kevin won in the end because of his physical ability but you thought it was really fun!

So now every time he gets bored he tries to find you and tackle you again.

Other than that he cares for you in his own way.

Like when the scientist took you away because of your sickness?

He wouldn’t let go of your arm no matter how hard the scientists tried to pull.

And the more they did that the more times he’d yell at them that you were fine and didn’t need them.

But they got you when he was sleeping, and when he woke up a new toy appeared in the Playtime Facility.

He never saw you again, even after he was “adopted.”

Jack Ayers:

While he wasn’t an orphan he did go on a visit to the Playtime Factory.

He met you through there, he was really excited to make a new friend.

He asked you so many questions about the orphanage and the facility.

In exchange you got to ask him about his home life and how the outside was.

“You haven’t been outside?”

“This area is considered the outside silly!”

“Really..?”

He felt bad for you and suggested that his parents adopted you!

(they said no)

Instead you just took him to see “Home Sweet Home” and showed him your room.

Then Jacks trip to facility was over and he had to leave, but before that his family was watch the process of making Doey.

Jack leaned over the railings to have a closer look but fell into one of vat machines that were making dough.

But the last glimpse of his consciousness he saw a what looked to be a kid with h/c walking with a scientist to one of the offices.

[navybrat817]

For your ficlets, how about Andy Barber and notes tucked beneath your morning coffee. And let’s go fluffy, since it leans that way and it’s a ficlet 🤣 (that said, spicy could be fun too 😉)

I added a touch of angst (not much!). I hope you don't mind!

Post-It Notes

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: You like to surprise Andy with post-it notes.

Word Count: Over 750

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, touch of angst and insecurities, comfort, feels, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first post-it note you left for Andy was in his briefcase. You wrote, “Have a great day!” with a smiley face and heart. It was a silly thing really. You just wanted to do something to make him smile when he went to work.

“I loved the note, honey,” he told you once he got home, showing you that he kept it, too.

It became your new thing after that.

It was fun thinking of new places to hide notes for him. In the dresser drawers, tucked inside of his favorite book, in his lunch container. You managed to sneak one into his wallet once and even in his glove compartment when he wasn’t looking. It was almost like a game and you imagined his smile or chuckle every time he found one when you weren’t around.

The notes came in different colors and shapes. You tried to come up with different kinds of quotes, too, that ranged from telling him to have a good day to how much you loved him to how sexy he was. You wanted each to feel special and to be a surprise.

“You spoil me,” he smiled when he found one in his tacklebox during a weekend trip.

For some reason you worried after a few weeks that he’d get sick of the notes and you stopped leaving them for him for a short time. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt insecure about them. It wasn’t like he said anything. It just felt… Well, like you were being clingy or too much.

“Morning,” Andy smiled when you ventured into the kitchen. He was already at the island sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual suit sans the jacket. He had a mug ready for you, too.

“Morning,” you smiled back, greeting him with a kiss. “Mmm. Caffeine,” you said happily, your hands warming as they wrapped around the mug and inhaling as you lifted it up to your face.

“Yep,” he smirked, looking at you expectantly as he took another sip.

“What?” you asked curiously. You knew that look. What was he up to?

His eyes flickered to where your mug was sitting before he looked at your face again. Glancing down, you gasped when you spotted the post-it note. You recognized Andy’s handwriting and smiled when you read it: “I’ll always love you, honey.”

“You…” you set the mug down so you could trace the letters with your finger. “You left me a post-it note.”

“Well, you’re always leaving them for me, and they brighten my day. I wanted to do the same for you,” he explained, your face falling a bit since you hadn’t given him a note in days. “Are you okay?”

“I thought they’d annoy you after a while, so I stopped.” You smiled sadly when you faced him. He looked heartbroken, and you felt like an idiot. “And it was nothing you said or did, okay? I promise. You know I just get in my own head sometimes.”

Everyone had moments like that when the mean voice won.

“You really don’t know much they mean to me, do you, honey?” he asked quietly, stepping away before you could answer. “Hold on.”

You sipped your coffee while you waited for him to come back, staring at the post-it note again as guilt churned in your stomach. It was so sweet of him to do that. Why did you doubt yourself?

“Here,” he said, coming back into the kitchen with a small album in hand. You hadn’t seen it before. “Take a look.”

Flipping it open and looking through the pages, tears clogged your throat. It was every single note you had given him, each one carefully preserved. “You saved all of them,” you whispered, a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

“Of course, I did.” His beard tickled your cheek as he kissed it away. “They mean everything to me, and so do you.”

Turning your head, you brushed your lips against his thanks. A thank you for keeping them, for assuring you, and for loving you. “I’ll keep leaving them then.”

“And I can’t wait to figure out where you hide the next one,” he said, slipping his arms around your waist. “You know, it’s still early. I think we should go back to bed.”

“But you’re already dressed,” you teased. “Never stopped us before,” he chuckled, kissing you again.

Having a partner like Andy made you feel blessed, and you couldn’t wait to leave him another note.

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Hii could you do Harry bf headcanons?

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harry james potter as your bf … ! 🤍💫

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۶ৎ . was pretty awkward when you first started dating but after a while the flirting just came naturally. from calling you affectionate nicknames to random compliments; half of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. however, the second you flirt back he becomes all flustered with rosy cheeks and stutters

۶ৎ . loves it when you show up at quidditch games to support him and calls you his lucky charm. most of the time he’s not even paying attention to the game; the moment he sees you in the stands—with his initials painted on your cheeks and dressed in his spare gryffindor jersey—he cannot take his eyes off you

۶ৎ . you’re one of the few people who’s allowed to touch and play with his hair. it actually comforts him when you do so and he loves it when you run your hands through his messy curls

۶ৎ . likes to just watch you and will listen to you very intently. it doesn’t matter if it’s as simple as telling him about a mistake you made during one of your classes, he will pay attention to every detail; a small smile growing on his lips and twinkles in his eyes as he watches you speak

۶ৎ . really attentive and an excellent gift giver. he remembers details about things you’ve told him you might not even remember yourself. so, don’t be surprised when you receive a bouquet of white roses on a random wednesday just because you told him you thought they were pretty a few days earlier

۶ৎ . can be really sassy and enjoys teasing you. probably about either your height or your grades. you pretend it annoys you but the fact it makes him laugh makes you happy too

۶ৎ . gets jealous pretty easily but can control it well and doesn’t really show it. you know when he’s jealous though, and you will tease him about it

۶ৎ . will go on study dates with you in the library, but not much studying gets done. he can’t stop staring at you and when he gets the chance he will swoop in for a kiss

۶ৎ . slightly insecure. he’ll go quiet after you fight or when you’ve had a discussion, thinking it was his fault. he knows communication is key, though, so you’ll give him the time he needs and he will come to you when he’s ready to talk things through

۶ৎ . slipping each other love notes in classes. he’ll also hide them in your books for you to randomly find

۶ৎ . really supportive; he’ll side with you and protect you no matter what

۶ৎ . when you start dating you make a routine of falling asleep together wherever you can; the common room being your favorite spot. it started as a way of being able to comfort him if he’d have a nightmare but it slowly turned into a routine

۶ৎ . swings your hands whenever you walk hand in hand

۶ৎ . loves it when you wear his hoodies. he will leave them laying around for you to find because he knows you’ll steal them

۶ৎ . so funny. the two of you are almost always laughing when you are together and it’s mostly about something dumb too

۶ৎ . not that big on physical touch considering his past trauma’s, but he adores holding your hand. it doesn’t matter if you’re walking the hogwarts corridors to your next class, or if you’re just sat down next to each other. whenever he’s anxious or deep in thought he’ll automatically reach for your hand; holding it brings him a great sense of comfort

۶ৎ . is not the most careful person so often breaks his glasses. he’s perfectly capable of fixing them himself but loves seeing you do it for him. neither does he care for cleaning his glasses, but when you do it for him he’ll be immensely grateful and will thank you with kisses

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[supernotnatural2005]

The Full Circle

Pairing: College!Dean x Reader AU

Summary: A tale of mutual pinning, miscommunication and heartbreak. Will the reader and Dean finally figure it all out?

Word Count: 3.2k

Prompt: "Don't take me for granted!"

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angst, feelings are hard! Drinking, swearing.

AN: Okay so this one was a tough one 😅 i don’t know why i struggled so much with this prompt, i wrote like 5 different stories lol. But this is the one that stuck. Another square filled for @jacklesversebingo I hope you enjoy 💕 feedback is appreciated 💕

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The bass from the speakers thumped in rhythm with the nerves twisting in your stomach as you stepped through the door of Ash’s place. The apartment was already packed, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, cheap cologne, and the unmistakable energy of a party well underway. 

Charlie nudged you playfully with her elbow, grinning as she surveyed the scene. “Relax,” she said, noticing your anxiousness, you had been a little off lately and she thought this would be a good way to get you out of your funk. “We’re gonna have some fun tonight.” 

Fun.

You wished it were that simple. But you knew he would be here.

Your fingers clenched around the strap of your purse as you followed Charlie inside, weaving through the mass of people. The excitement of the party barely registered through the storm in your chest. 

You had been to countless parties before—hell, you’d been to plenty here at Ash’s place—but this was the first one where you felt like you didn’t quite belong. Because two weeks ago, you had made the biggest mistake of your life.

Or maybe it wasn’t a mistake at all.

“Hey, there’s my favourite new wingwoman!” Jo’s voice rang out, breaking through your thoughts. Her blonde hair was curled in loose waves, her wide grin easy and familiar as she pulled you into a hug. “Come on, I need you to help me school these idiots in beer pong.”

You smirked, letting the energy of the party pull you in. “Oh, absolutely. Let’s crush them.”

Jo clapped her hands together. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Ash appeared with a beer in each hand, passing one to Charlie. His lazy grin and signature mullet were as ridiculous as ever. “You guys made it. I was starting to think you bailed.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Charlie replied, already taking a sip.

Before you could respond, Jo grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the beer pong table. A small crowd had gathered, cups already set up, the air buzzing with playful competition.

“You’re going down, Harvelle,” Benny taunted from the other side of the table, standing next to some unfortunate teammate who already looked nervous.

Jo scoffed, grabbing a ping pong ball. “That’s cute, Lafitte. Real cute.” She tossed the ball, sinking it in one shot. The group erupted in cheers and groans, and you laughed as Benny’s teammate sighed, already reaching for his drink.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to dominate the game, sending team after team packing. You felt lighter, almost giddy, as you landed another perfect shot, throwing your arms up victoriously.

Jo whooped, nudging your shoulder. “Hell yeah! That’s my girl!”

“Y’all are cheating,” Ash grumbled from the sidelines, shaking his head.

“Don’t be bitter,” Charlie teased, bumping his hip with hers.

You grinned, soaking in the moment, the warmth of alcohol settling in your veins, and let yourself relax into the atmosphere, mingling with your friends. The tension in your chest lessened—until you turned your head and saw him.

Dean.

The sight of him sent a sharp pang through your chest. He was standing near the kitchen, laughing at something Cas said. And Lisa was right beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm, her body angled toward him like he was her whole world.

Your stomach dropped. It wasn’t like you hadn’t known she would be here. But knowing and seeing were two very different things.

Dean’s eyes lifted, and for a split second, they locked onto yours. His smile faltered. The air between you shifted, invisible threads tightening and pulling. But then, just as quickly, he looked away, muttering something to Lisa, and your throat closed up.

Charlie must have noticed because she nudged you again. “You good?”

You swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah. Totally fine.”

You weren’t.

The night pressed on, alcohol dulling the edges of your pain. You found yourself actually enjoying the party, letting the noise and laughter drown out the ache in your chest. You danced with Jo, took shots with Ash, and even managed to joke around with Cas and Meg. For a while, it was almost easy to forget.

Almost.

You had been on your way to the bathroom, the buzz making your steps lighter than they should have been, when you rounded the corner and nearly collided with someone.

“Whoa,” Dean’s hands shot out to steady you. “You alright?”

Your skin burned where he touched you. You stepped back quickly, shaking off the daze. “I’m fine.”

He hesitated, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Can we talk?”

The question knocked the air from your lungs. You blinked up at him, surprised. “Talk?”

Dean���s jaw tensed, his green eyes searching yours. “Yeah. About…about that night.”

That night.

The words sent a fresh wave of emotions crashing over you—longing, regret, anger. The alcohol in your system made it impossible to shove them down this time.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, now you want to talk about it?”

His eyes darkened. “Come on, it’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it?” The words slipped out before you could stop them. “You’re still with her, Dean.”

His lips parted, like he wanted to say something, but before he could, a voice called down the hall.

“Dean?”

Lisa.

Your heart clenched. You sucked in a sharp breath, brushed past him, and shoved the bathroom door open before locking yourself inside.

Your hands trembled as you gripped the sink, staring at your reflection. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes shining with frustration and something deeper, something you didn’t want to name.

After a little while spent calming yourself down, a knock came at the door. “Hey,” Charlie’s voice was softer than usual. “You okay?”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah. Just needed a minute.”

“You sure?”

You exhaled shakily. “Yeah.”

When you finally rejoined the party, Charlie eyed you carefully before murmuring, “Dean’s been in a mood all night.” She took a sip from her drink, her gaze shrewd. “Something going on with you two?”

Of course she'd noticed the distance between you both, and it wasn't the first time she'd asked. But your answer was always the same.

You forced a smile, ignoring the lump in your throat. “Nope.”

Charlie didn’t believe you. But thankfully, she didn’t push.

You let the party swallow you whole again, pretending, just for a little while longer, that your heart wasn’t breaking all over again.

The night stretched on, the alcohol dulling the edges of your pain but not enough to make you forget the way Dean’s gaze found you every few minutes. It was never long, never obvious, but it was enough. Enough to keep your heart lodged in your throat, enough to make you reach for another drink each time you caught him looking.

You weren’t the only one getting drunker by the minute—Dean was knocking back beers like he was trying to drown something, and maybe he was.

The party carried on in full force. Jo and Ash had somehow convinced Cas, to do a ridiculous impression of his favourite movie character, which ended in him dramatically monologuing in his deep, gravelly voice about how “profound” love was while Meg cackled beside him. 

Someone, probably Jo, suggested a game of spin the bottle, and in your drunken haze, you let yourself be dragged into it. Dean was already sitting in the circle when you plopped down beside Charlie. Unfortunately, that put you right next to him. 

Lisa was on his other side, chatting away to him whilst you tried to ignore the close proximity. The way his knee brushed yours every so often, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and the soothing warmth of his body heat. 

The dares started off innocent enough. Jo spun and had to take a shot off Charlie’s stomach, which ended in her nearly choking on tequila while everyone laughed. Garth kissed Benny, which neither of them seemed to mind. Meg was dared to whisper the dirtiest thing she could think of into Cas’s ear, and whatever she said had him turning an alarming shade of red.

Then Meg, drunk and mischievous, turned to Dean with a lazy smirk. “Alright, Winchester. I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

Your stomach dropped. The group hollered, whistling as everyone waited for Dean to do something. You braced yourself for him to turn to Lisa, to get it over with—but he didn’t.

Instead, before you could react, his lips crashed against yours.

The world tilted. The room faded. Your heart slammed against your ribs as his hands cupped your face, his lips warm and firm against yours. It was so wrong, but felt so, so right. Like everything you had ever wanted, everything you had been aching for since that night.

But then reality slammed into you—Lisa.

You pulled away, eyes wide, heart pounding.

The room fell silent, all laughter fading into hushed whispers. And then Lisa was climbing to her feet and rushing for the door. 

She was already halfway, her face set in a mix of hurt and fury, before Dean blinked, as if just realising what he had done, and immediately pushed himself to his feet, following after her.

A heavy silence settled over the room, but it didn’t last long.

“What did I say, huh?” Lisa’s voice rang out from the hallway, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Don’t take me for granted!” Lisa was furious, her voice shaking. 

Everyone winced. You swallowed hard, your stomach twisting painfully.

“You promised me nothing was going on!”

“Lisa, I—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

You couldn’t listen to it anymore. You needed air.

Stumbling to your feet, you made a beeline for the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you gripped the sink. Your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed and flushed, lips still tingling from Dean’s kiss.

Why did he do that? What was he thinking?

Your breath came uneven, chest rising and falling too fast. It wasn’t just the kiss. It was everything. The weeks of silence, the confusion, the guilt, the ache of loving him when you knew you shouldn’t. He had kissed you so easily, so thoughtlessly, in front of everyone. Like you were something he could just have. But then why had he let you go so easily after that night? Why had he stayed with her?

A knock at the door made you jolt.

“Y/N, it’s me.” Dean’s voice was muffled but unmistakable. “Can we please talk?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Go away, Dean.”

“Please. Just… let me explain.”

“Explain what?” Your voice wavered as you turned, pressing your back against the door. “That you’re still with her? That you let me believe I was just some stupid mistake? That you—” Your breath hitched, and you shook your head. “I can’t do this. Not here.”

You yanked the door open, brushing past him before he could stop you. The apartment felt too small, too suffocating. You needed to get out.

Charlie spotted you the moment you stepped into the main room, her brows furrowing as she saw your expression. “Hey, where are you—”

You didn’t answer, just shoved through the crowd, stepping out into the cold night air. The second the door shut behind you, you exhaled sharply, your hands trembling.

Charlie was right behind you. “Okay, what the hell happened in there?”

You let out a bitter laugh, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walked down the quiet street. The cool night air did little to soothe the heat still burning under your skin. “I slept with Dean.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Two weeks ago.” The words tumbled out in a rush, your voice shaking. “We were drinking, talking, and it just… happened.” Your breaths came uneven, heart still racing from the disaster you had just left behind.

Charlie stared at you, processing. “Jesus Christ.” She ran a hand through her hair, looking torn between shock and exasperation. “I knew something was up. You two have been acting weird as hell. But this?” She let out a breath, shaking her head. “Shit.”

You swallowed hard, guilt settling deep in your stomach. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt,” you admitted. “I just… I don’t know what to do. I’m just so confused.”

Charlie softened. She could see the way your body trembled, whether from the cold, the adrenaline, or the sheer weight of everything, she wasn’t sure.

Without a word, she pulled you into her arms, rubbing slow circles on your back. “Okay,” she murmured. “Okay, deep breaths. We’ll figure it out. But first, let’s get you home, get me a strong-ass coffee so I can process all this, and then we’ll talk. Sound good?”

You nodded into her shoulder, blinking back tears.

The walk back to the apartment was mostly silent, except for the occasional sniffle from you and the way Charlie muttered something about “dumbass Winchesters” under her breath. Once inside, you changed into sweats, Charlie made her coffee, and then you told her everything.

You told her about how you had always felt about Dean, how it had never seemed like the right time, how you both kept dating other people as if that would fix things. You told her about that night, how you had been comforting him, the way he had opened up about his mom, who was sick, the drinks, the lingering touches that had turned into something more.

“And then I panicked,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I left the next morning because I didn’t know what to say, I felt so guilty. But then that afternoon, I went to talk to him. I was ready to apologise, to at least get everything out in the open.” You swallowed, throat tightening. “But then I saw Lisa going into his apartment. Like nothing had changed. And it stung. It hurt so much, Charlie.”

Charlie sighed, rubbing her face. “And he just… stayed with her?”

You nodded. “I waited for him to end it. To say something. But he didn’t. So I distanced myself.”

Charlie looked down at her coffee, then back at you. “I don’t know what to say, dude. Lisa isn’t exactly my favourite person in the world, she barely tolerates any of us, and yeah, Dean has been distant because of her… but she didn’t deserve that.” She met your eyes, her voice softer now. “Neither did you.”

You exhaled shakily. “I feel awful. But at the same time, I’m in love with him, Charlie. And it fucking hurts.”

Charlie reached across the couch, squeezing your hand. “I get it. And I get why you’re pissed, but… maybe you should let him explain.”

You scoffed, but before you could respond, a knock at the door had both of your heads snapping up.

Charlie arched an eyebrow. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You already knew who it was before Charlie even moved to open the door.

Dean.

He looked wrecked. His hair was a mess, his green eyes glassy, his jaw clenched like he was barely holding it together. “Is she here?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Charlie glanced back at you. “You wanna hear him out?”

You hesitated. But then you nodded.

Charlie stepped aside, letting him in before shooting him a glare. “Don’t be an ass.” Then she disappeared into her room, leaving the two of you alone.

Dean exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before meeting your gaze. “I fucked up.”

You swallowed; arms crossed protectively over yourself. “Yeah. You did.”

His lips parted like he wanted to argue but knew he had no right to. Instead, he took a slow step forward. “I need you to know that morning you left? It felt like a punch to the gut. I woke up, and you were gone. No note, no call, nothing. I thought… I thought you regretted it. That it didn’t mean anything to you.”

Your breath hitched. “That’s not… I just didn’t know what to say.”

Dean let out a shaky breath. “And that day, when Lisa came over… I was going to tell her. I swear. But before I could, she told me her grandma died. And I didn’t know what to do.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And then you started pulling away, and I just felt like I was drowning. I fucked up. I know I did. But I need you to know that it’s always been you. Since the moment I met you, it’s been you. I just… I was too much of a coward to admit it before.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. “Do you know how much that hurt, Dean?” Your voice cracked. “Watching you with her, waiting for you to say something, to do something—but you didn’t. And I thought I meant nothing to you.”

His face twisted in pain. “You mean everything to me.”

The weight of the night, the emotions, the months—years—of feelings left unspoken all crashed down on you at once. Your breath hitched, your vision blurred with tears as you sank onto the couch, your hands trembling as they covered your face. It was too much. All of it. The heartbreak, the confusion, the love you had carried for him for so long.

A moment later, you felt him. Dean knelt in front of you, his hands carefully wrapping around yours, pulling them away from your face. “Hey, look at me,” he whispered, his voice gentle but urgent.

You did. And the way he was looking at you—it made your breath catch. There was so much emotion in his eyes, so much love, so much regret.

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve loved you since the first damn moment I met you. And I’m sorry. For everything. For waiting too long, for hurting you, for not being brave enough to do something about this sooner.” He swallowed hard, squeezing your hands.

“Lisa and I—we’re done. I should have ended it earlier; I should have never let things get this messy. But all I want is you. If you’ll have me, I’m yours. No more doubts, no more waiting. Just you and me. Always.”

A shaky sob escaped you as you stared at him, searching his face for any hesitation, any doubt. There was none. Just Dean, raw and open, laying his heart at your feet.

You didn’t think. You just surged forward, pressing your lips to his in a desperate, aching kiss. He responded immediately, his hands cupping your face, holding you to him like he was terrified you might slip away again. The kiss was everything—a promise, an apology, a confession all in one.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard, your fingers tangled together.

“Always,” you whispered, and the way his lips curved into a soft, relieved smile before kissing you again told you everything you needed to know.

AN: Okay this one was a little on the angsty side, but there was a happy ending right? for some... 👀😅 I just want to throw out there that I don't condone cheating, just adding a little flavour other than all around fluff for once lol. I hope you all enjoyed! 💕 Feedback is much appreciated 💕

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[mononijikayu]

kayu's playlist — side 2500;

The question is somehow inevitable. No matter how many interviews you do for anything you do, no matter how much you try to steer the conversation toward your work, it always circles back to your personal life. "Are you dating any of your coworkers or friends?" It’s phrased casually, like an afterthought, but you know better. The tabloids, the press have been relentless. But what do you expect?

You were intriguing. It was as if you wanted them to chase after you. It's like you wanted them to keep up with you, like it was a game. And people like to play.

hello this is kayu!!! wow, i'm really surprised and overwhelmed that people continue to follow up with me and read my work and it's just, its been an incredible two years!!! it's genuinely such an overwhelming feeling, to be so adored by so many of you. thank you for 2.5k followers!!! i never expected that i'll ever end up in this position where i'd get such an opportunity to write and read and experience multiple lifetimes through all of this with you guys. its still just an incredible situation, a privileged one, to be able to be with yall like this. and i don't take it for granted. i don't meet up a lot of my friends nowadays, because we're all growing older and doing other things. so in some ways, you guys have become new friends and comfort me in my own grievances in life. so i am grateful, to have some people in my life like you all. there will be many things that changes, but i hope you know its always an honor to write for you and be a writer that comforts people and makes people feel things. i genuinely am so happy to do things like this and know that you both of us find comfort in it. this playlist will not exist if it wasn't for your love, none of this would exist without your love. so i am grateful. i always will be. and i hope you know how much i love yall. please enjoy this little gift, from me to you and that you always know how much i adore all of you. i'll see you starting this week!!! i love you all <3

when people ask you in interviews if you're dating, you end up smiling and saying 'spoilers'. but all they had to do was analyze your instagram to see why you smile so slyly. and when they do, all they can do is gasp. guess what? there's two of them!

There were too many pictures of you leaving dinner with Geto Suguru, laughing backstage with Satoru Gojo, leaning a little too close in some candid shot taken at a party. Or sometimes you would be dancing around with Nanami Kento at an afterparty wrap up, or end up drinking at a cafe with Kamo Choso. Fans dissect every interaction, every glance, every social media post, desperate to piece together a narrative. That's just how it was, when you're a known name. So you think to yourself, you might as well play the game too. I mean, they don't mind. So, you smile. A slow, knowing smile, just enough to fuel the curiosity. You could shut it down with a simple no, or confirm something with a straightforward yes, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, you lean forward slightly, letting the moment stretch just enough to build anticipation. With a teasing glint in your eye, you simply say with a grin."Spoilers." The interviewer laughs, caught between amusement and frustration. The audience reacts instantly, murmurs rippling through the room, tweets flying in real time. Just like that, you’ve sidestepped the question without giving anything away, while making sure the speculation never dies down. It’s a game at this point. And it's one you’re more than happy to keep playing. A text comes through. And then another. 'you're a vixen, aren't you?' 'well, aren't you fun to play with, baby ;)))' You smirked at the messages.

you took him back, and you do love him. but toji knows that you will never love him the way you did back then. that's why he knows when you're not home, you'll be in someone else's bed. and all he can do is swallow his pride. after all, you'll always come back home to him. like he does.

Fushiguro Toji reads the headlines with a scowl, jaw tightening as his eyes flick over the words on the newspaper. He doesn't read it often, if he was being honest. But the more he sees more about it, the more he knows he can't avoid it. "Co-stars or Something More? Sparks Fly Between Y/N L/N and Nanami Kento on Set." Tch. Too well, huh? He scoffs, but the irritation sits heavy in his chest. Every article, every damn picture of you laughing with Nanami, standing close to him, looking at him like he’s the only one in the room. It grates on his nerves more than he wants to admit. Jealousy curls in his gut, sharp and bitter. But what right does he have to say anything? None. Not after what he did. Not after the way he shattered everything between you. He cheated. He ruined it. He was the one who left you picking up the pieces, and if Nanami Kento—or anyone else, for that matter—was helping you put them back together, what could he really say? Still, the thought of you moving on, of someone else having your smiles, your time, your heart. Everything about it drives him insane. He exhales sharply, tossing his phone onto the table. It’s his own damn fault, and he knows it. Doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

you and sukuna have gone through everything together. from all the hardships of his late night practice to your continuous studies making you tear up. to every misunderstanding and to every fight, there was one thing that brought you both back together. and that's the warmth of love.

Ryomen Sukuna leans against the counter, arms crossed, staring down at the contract like it personally offended him.

The offer from the national volleyball team is everything he’s worked for. It's all he's every wanted since he was a kid. It was everything he'd risk everything for. And yet, he hesitates. “You’re thinking too hard, 'kuna.” you tease, nudging his side. “This is a no-brainer, Sukuna. You should go for it.” He doesn’t respond right away, just clicks his tongue and exhales through his nose. You recognize that look on his face. It was hard to miss. It was the one where he’s overanalyzing, masking his real concern behind a layer of indifference. Finally, he mutters, “I’d miss your graduation. You said it was that date, right? The first game is during your graduation.” Your chest tightens at that. He says it like it’s just a fact, but you can hear the frustration underneath. The regret. Your boyfriend always feels like he's going to miss so much on what you have going on. He doesn't like it, that he can't be there for you the way you are. You smile, softer this time. “And I’d miss seeing you play on the national team if you don’t take this. We’ll make up for it, I promise.” His gaze flickers to yours, searching. “…You sure?” “Absolutely.” You step closer, squeezing his hand. “I’ll be cheering for you from where-ever I am. Whether I’m in the crowd or watching from a screen. So go. Do what you were meant to do.” He holds your stare for a moment longer before exhaling, shaking his head with a smirk. “Tch. You’re annoying.” But when he finally signs the contract, you don’t miss the way his grip on your hand lingers. He looks at you and you couldn't help but smile. You loved this man too much.

[potatoplace]

Game Night

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Monopoly 💖

Nessian x Reader | Azris x Reader | Cazriel x Reader

Summary: Game night with your partners means three things: chaos, anger, and sexual tension.

Warnings: daddy kink oops, don't think there's anything else tho

Words: 1,224

Author's Note: this was soooo soo sOoo much fun omg. I loved Nessian's the most, cause they're the ones I had in mind when I made the poll 😂 and uhhh the Azris one... got uh. More daddy-y than I'd planned but I'm not mad. I hope you guys like it!! Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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“No, no, NO!” Cassian yelled as the dice stopped on doubles sixes, moving him from your hotel on Marvin’s Garden to Nesta’s hotel on Boardwalk.

“Yes!” Nesta cheered, a fist pumping into the air. “You’re going down, pretty boy!”

Cassian rifled through his stack of money that had already been cut into heftily from his last turn, leaving him with just ones and fives, his cheeks red. “I swear, Nes, you’re going to land on Illinois and then Pennsylvania Avenue and give me everything back.”

“Fat chance, Cassie, I’m going to bleed. You. Dry,” Nesta hissed, her hands clawing at the edges of the table.

“Okay, let’s cool it a little bit, guys,” you interjected, hoping to alleviate some of the tension that was quickly building to an unstoppable point.

As usual.

“Yeah, Nes, take you turn,” Cassian sneered at her, and you shot him a dirty look. He at least had the decency to look ashamed for five seconds, that’s more than he normally would.

Nesta rolled the dice, Cassian chanting for her to get a seven under his breath, only to yell when she rolled an eight, skipping right past his hotel on Illinois in favor of one of her railroads. “Would you look at that, Cassian, I seem to owe no money to anyone at this table.”

You sighed and scooped up the dice, hoping that your turn would help distract them from each other. Your hands shook the dice and loosed them, landing on a solid four - leaving you on free parking, which currently held over $1000 in Nesta’s income tax landings.

“Oh, you bitch!” Nesta yelled at you, though her hand landed on your arm gently, reassuring you that she may be loud, but she’s not truly angry with you.

You giggled at her as you raked in your new stack of bills, your wealth nearly equal with hers now.

“Oh, fuck me,” Cassian groaned. He never liked when the two of you were on top, as you rarely made someone go bankrupt, and Nesta would loan you money if you needed some - you are her princess are all. Meaning Cassian would have mercy from you, but all of Nesta’s mercy had been given to you.

“I can certainly arrange that, if you can’t pay for Boardwalk the next time you land on it,” Nesta said with a smirk, her eyes promising that she would offer such a trade.

“Over my dead body,” Cassian said, grabbing the dice again and rolling a ten, landing him at Nesta’s hotel on Connecticut Avenue. “FUCK!”

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“That will be $1000, Y/N,” Eris said from across the table, his amber eyes glinting as he watched you fidget in your seat.

You bit your lip as you looked from him to your stack of money, knowing that you had less than half of what you needed, and you’d already traded away most of your properties. “Can I owe you one?” You asked, knowing the limited likelihood that he would agree.

“No, that isn’t the rule of the game, bunny. You either pay up or go bankrupt, I’m sorry to say,” he said, though his smirk told you he wouldn’t be sorry. After all, whenever you went bankrupt you chose one of them to cuddle with until they finished battling it out.

You turned your gaze to Azriel, his hazel eyes already trained on you.

“How much do you need, bunny?”

You smiled and bit your lip before counting the money that you had left. “Uhm… $637?” Azriel counted out $700 for you and held his hand out, taking it back before you could take it. You rolled your eyes and stood up, going over by him to give him a long kiss, your mouths only separating when Eris coughed, annoyed. “Thank you, Azzie,” you said, giving him another kiss, on his cheek this time. “Here you go, Eris,” You said brightly, handing him the money.

“You know, it’s against the spiritual rules of the game to bail someone out, Azriel,” Eris said as he grabbed the dice.

“But she’s so adorable Eris, especially after you’ve rejected her offer of paying you back later. I mean,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your head so you were facing him. “Could you say no to that face?”

Eris opened his mouth, but you slid your lip into a pout and squinted your eyes like you were going to cry.

He sighed. “No, I can’t. Come on, Y/N, just give up and come sit on daddy’s lap, hmm?” The request sent heat straight to your core, and your cheeks that Azriel was still holding onto.

“Or you could come sit on my lap, babygirl,” Azriel said, turning your face back to him. “I did just save you from bankruptcy.”

Your eyes flicked between the two of them.

“No, I think I’m fine for now, after all, I’m not bankrupt thanks to you, daddy,” you said softly, relishing in the light blush that dusted Azriel’s cheeks.

“See, Az? She does it every time!” Eris insisted, finally shaking the dice in his hands. “Just wait, you’ll be in my lap in no time, bunny.”

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“Ah, shit,” Cassian groaned as you landed on Pennsylvania Avenue, where Azriel had just put up a hotel. “Do you have enough money to pay for that, baby?”

You rolled your eyes at him. You were doing far better than he was this game, having slightly tricked him and Azriel into giving you all of their pieces of lower-priced property, leaving you owning two sides of the board, utilities and railroads included.

“I think I do, Cassie, thank you though,” you smiled at him, pulling out the money that you owed Azriel.

“Thank you,” Azriel said quietly as he put the money away in the proper order, both of you sharing the vast majority of the money. “Time for you to go, Cassian. And you should be asking if you have enough money,” he pointed out, waving at the part of the board he was on: your territory.

“Oh, I’ll be just fine, I’m going to skate by on chance and community chest, brother,” Cassian boasted as he picked up the dice and rolled them.

You couldn’t help but giggle at him landing on one of your hotels a moment later, biting your lip to keep your joy from being too obvious. You’d always found it funny how confident Cassian was, even when he sucked at the game like he did with monopoly.

“Pay up, big guy,” you said, extending a hand.

“I don’t-“ he sighed loudly. “Fuck you, Azriel!”

“What did I do?” Azriel asked with a brow raised.

“Well, I can’t say that to Y/N, now can I?! So fuck you!”

Az rolled his eyes at him. “Can you pay her, or not?”

“Yeah, Cassie, it’s only right to pay your debts,” you teased as he began counting out money, coming up a couple hundred short. He grumbled as he picked off a few houses from his monopoly, and pushed the money into your hands.

“Thank you, Cass,” you said, catching his eyes. “You know I love you, no matter how poor you are in monopoly, right?”

He let out an amused huff, and grinned. “If you love me so much, will you give me one of your monopolies?”

“Not a chance.”

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General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao @twismare @wrenisrad

[moonybelgug]

warnings: fem!reader, children lmao, not much really, being referred to as 'mother', no smut, no romance, we're world building guys. setting up the plot. i've always envisioned the tsaritsa to play matchmaker with her friends(?) so thats what this is based off of lmao

Arlecchino didn’t want a “motherly figure,” and the children didn’t need a “motherly figure” to raise them as soldiers, either. And yet, here we are. Arlecchino sits in the main room of the House of The Hearth, waiting to greet the new “mother” and can’t help but be reminded of the last one the house had. Even the older children seem apprehensive about welcoming someone under that name back to their ranks.

“I’m only assigning you a helper, someone more motherly to perhaps guide the children into being more obedient,” the Tsaritsa smiled. “You yourself have said that this latest batch of kids have been especially hard to keep in line.”

“No offence, my lady, but I hope you are not questioning my abilities…” Arlecchino replied, setting her tea cup down after taking a sip. “I assure you, I am capable of handling my kids.”

The Tsaritsa smiles again, too sweetly. “Yes, dear… just humor me. If she hinders more than she helps, by all means, send her back.” And that was the end of all conversation about the new mother. 

Arlecchino shook from her day dream when a knock sounded through the sleeping hearth. The kids had all been put to bed and only the servants remained awake, tending to the chores left until it was lights out. Arlecchino stood and brushed off her suit, walking to meet the woman at the door. A servant had already welcomed her inside, taking her coat and laying it over her arm. To Arlecchino’s surprise, this was… not what she was expecting. It was you. A girl from her past that she had not only thought she’d never see again but someone she hadn’t thought about in many years. When you lift your eyes and meet Arlecchino’s dark ones, she suddenly feels weak. This is just another bomb for the already radioactive battlefield of her mind. The Tsaritsa is playing games, she realizes. 

“Peruere!” You say way too loudly as you run to her, throwing your arms around her neck as you hug your long lost friend. “It’s been so long! I can’t believe we’re working together, can you? I like your hair, it’s short now- oh wait! No it’s not!” You go on like this until she silences you with a hand raised. 

“The children are sleeping,” she says softly, though her voice is cold. “I did not expect you to see you.” 

Perhaps you are a new maid, there have been some that retired recently, maybe that’s why you’re here and she won’t have to deal with this much enthusiasm everyday. 

“I know right? But I had been offered a job that pays way more than the old babysitting gig I had, so I thought- hey why not?” You beam at her and then take a step back to examine what she’s wearing, making Arlecchino smirk a little as she holds her head high. 

“Ground rules. Follow me to your room and I’ll explain.”

”You can call me “Father,” or Arlecchino, but do not call me Peruere.” You nod, wishing you had something to write these down as she speaks them. 

“No leaving the grounds without somebody knowing where you’re going. This is for your safety and ours, as the Fatui has a reputation.” You nod, thinking about how fun it will be working with an old friend. 

“You cannot invite people over. Do you have any close family members or friends who may want to visit? Make sure you let them know that they cannot simply drop by for tea.” You nod once again, thinking about tea. 

“If you get sick, this is the in house hospital,” Arlecchino gestures to a door with a window. You stop to peer inside and you can see two boys sleeping soundly in separate cots. They look comfortable… for being in a hospital. “Broken leg and a fever,” says the Father beside you as she gazes in at the two for a moment before continuing her tour, gesturing you along. She has only taken you down the east wing and you’ve passed mostly just sleeping quarters and the hospital. Suddenly the lights turn off and you gasp at the surprise, running into Arlecchino’s back as you adjust to the darkness. 

“The maids must have finished their work,” she murmurs, reaching for a candle on a high (higher than the children,) shelf and lit it with a set of matches beside it. Arlecchino led the way with candlelight, staring straight ahead as if looking at you would cause her to turn to stone.

Eventually she stops at a room, nearly at the end of the hall. “This is yours,” she says, unlocking the door with a key from her pocket she must have had in preparation for your arrival. She hands you the key after unlocking and opens the door. You step inside, looking around the dark room. You can’t make out much, but as Arlecchino begins lighting the candles with her own, you can see that the place is very plainly decorated but still homey at the same time. There is a large, plush bed, windows, even a little study area and lots of doilies. 

“Can I decorate?” You ask, sitting on the bed, placing your suitcase beside you on the floor.

Arlecchino smirks again, but nods. “However you wish. I’ll show you my room another time, but I trust you are tired and would like to rest after such a long commute,” she turns and shuts the door behind her, but as she walks down the empty, dark hallway, she hears you unlatch the door behind her and call out “Goodnight!” 

The next morning you awaken to your alarm, set for six. The sun shines through your window and you can’t help but feel cozy in bed, warm, finely crafted sheets bunched around your body and the large windows of the highest floor allowing sunlight to peek through and embrace you as you blink away the stupor of sleep. Then you remember where you are, and the duties laid out for you. You are to be Peruere- no, Arlecchino’s right hand. Her partner, if you will. Support her decisions and help her to raise the children with dignity and fighting spirits. Or that’s what you remember being told, anyway. You dress yourself and then begin your descent down the long hallways and steep stairs of The House, seeing more open doors than last night. Some of the children are still in their rooms, talking to roommates, some are playing with toys, and some stare at you as you walk by with wary eyes. You try to smile as sweetly as you can, but they only shrink further into their rooms. It will take time, you suppose…

Arlecchino is in the kitchen, sitting at a little table with a mug in one hand, the paper in the other. Beside her sits a little boy, holding a little penguin toy on the table as it bounces mechanically. 

“Father,” you say, taking the first step in conversation and starting it yourself. The cooks look up at you, staring before continuing their job when Arlecchino snaps her fingers. “My night was very comfortable. Thank you for showing such hospitality.”

She hums into her mug as she takes a sip. The boy looks up at you, his head cocked in a curious way. You tilt your head back at him and he smiles shyly. 

“Who is this?” You ask as you sit beside him. He glanced nervously at Arlecchino, who watched silently before sitting up to turn the penguin toward you. 

“His name is Pers,” he says softly, twisting the wind on his back to make him jump around. The penguin is so lively and loud, unlike this boy before you.

“He’s so cute. I’ve never seen anybody like him before, is he unique?” 

“I made him,” says the boy bashfully, tugging the penguin back into his arms, hugging the mechanical bird to his chest. 

“And what would your name be?” You ask, resisting the urge to overwhelm the boy with affection. He was too sweet. You couldn’t imagine a boy like him being a part of the Fatui, but he’s clearly very skilled if he could make Pers at such a young age. It’s likely he’s just as skilled with more dubious hobbies as well...

“Freminet,” he murmurs softly. Freminet looks up at Arlecchino, who seems to silently answer his own silent question and then hops off the chair and runs into the other room. Arlecchino chuckles into her mug, gazing at you over her paper.

“He will need time to warm to you. If you wish for immediate friendship, I can show you some others who will take to you.”

“Well, I don’t expect that of the children,” you say, leaning to look at the paper she’s reading. She watches you with intrigue, how you effortlessly lean into her personal space like it means nothing at all. “I would like it if you introduced me to them, though. Maybe if it came from you, they would feel more comfortable around me.”

She hums noncommittally and sets her mug down. “Do you have any idea what your job is here?”

You blink at her, then smile ever so slightly. “Be a mother?”

Arlecchino laughs, a low raspy sound. “Neither do I…”

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Breanna Stewart: The Notorious Husky Bleeds a Different Shade of Blue

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x oc!Sydney Captain

Word Count: 5.3k

Note: I'm somehow more proud of this than all my other fics so I hope y'all like it!

My Masterlist

2025 National Championship - Portland

Breanna Stewart sat courtside, smiling and waving every time the camera focused on her. She was here for one thing and one thing only, to see her huskies dominate.

Breanna had made the mistake of not focusing on college basketball this season and was unfamiliar with UConn’s competition. She was getting a crash course from Sabrina, who had accompanied her to Portland to catch the game as well.

“You’re saying Kentucky made it all the way to the National Championships? And it’s projected to be a close game?” Breanna asked Sabrina, confused. Kentucky had never been dominant in women’s basketball.

“Yup, between Georgia Amoore and Sydney Captain, they’re a two-woman force to be reckoned with. I’d say they’ll give UConn a run for their money – if they don’t win,”

Breanna shook her head in disbelief. She had truly expected any other team to make it. However, she was extremely intrigued for this game. Georgia Amoore was little, only 5’6, and Sydney Captain was even smaller, measuring at 5’4 but Sabrina said that was most likely an exaggeration.

“The girl’s tiny, there’s no way she’s taller than 5’3. She plays like she’s 6’6 though,”

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Breanna had been grinning when UConn ran out to some generic rap song, the girls getting to their spots with serious looks on their faces after giving each other high fives.

Kentucky was a different story.

They came out with the swagger of a school that had never lost, their confidence a stark contrast to their records prior to this year.

Waka Floka Flame’s No Hands played as they ran out, a smirk on each of the girl’s faces. The beat dropped just as the announcer yelled out the last name.

And there she was, the phenome from Kentucky, Sydney Captain. She came out with the confidence of an NBA player with a shoe deal, smirk adorning her face as she pointed to the massive section of Kentucky fans as she ran to the center of the court.

The fans, of course, went nuts.

She gave every player a high five, on both teams.

And they were off.

Breanna was surprised by just the smoothness the Kentucky girls played with. The announcer went on and on about the team, talking about their ‘blue collar’ work ethic, something that was trademark of the Kentucky football team but was adapted by the basketball women.

And you could tell these girls worked hard.

No possession was too small, they treated every rebound, every free throw, every possession like it was a game winner.

They exploited every weakness UConn had.

They destroyed Azzi’s confidence early on with shots perfectly contested.

They shut out Sarah Strong, held Jana out of the paint, contained KK Arnold, frustrated Shade and Chen.

And Paige?

Paige got every single shot blocked by 5’4 Sydney Captain.

By halftime, UConn was down 24.

Geno didn’t know what to do, Breanna could tell by his face.

Paige was frustrated, Azzi wasn’t confident, and KK was about to foul out.

But Kentucky? They were putting on a masterclass.

Georgia and Sydney had scored every single one of their 49 points. The other players knew the plan well, get the ball to Georgia or Sydney.

Georgia was 10-11, Sydney hadn’t missed yet.

Breanna was in awe.

After halftime, UConn came out with a vengeance. KK fouled out of the game quickly, next went Q, Jana was at 4 fouls but had to stay on the floor.

Paige went on her own run of 14 points to try and bring the score closer, but for every point she scored, Sydney scored two.

The worst part? While Geno yelled until his face went red and the UConn women were frustrated, Kentucky was giggling like this was a game for fun.

They were having the time of their lives.

Breanna guessed that was the advantage of coming in with no expectations.

Then it happened, Paige was a little too reckless and blocked one of Sydney’s shots too closely, hitting the girl and sending her to the floor, hard.

Play stopped as the Kentucky team gathered around the player.

Breanna felt her breath hold until Sydney got to her feet, waving away the team medics.

Breanna felt a little numb, knowing Sabrina was clapping beside her and that she should probably be clapping too.

But that was a hard hit, Sydney was obviously shaken.

Sydney took her free throws, making them both.

But Breanna noticed she changed her play; she was passing every shot to Georgia instead of taking them.

This went on for a few minutes, until Sydney found herself with the ball in her hands with a wide-open shot and Georgia being double-teamed, right in front of Breanna.

And Breanna couldn’t help herself.

“Shoot the ball, take the shot,” Sydney looked to her side, making eye contact for a split second with the Olympian sitting courtside.

She took a quick breath and let the ball fly.

Sinking a perfect three-pointer.

She shot Breanna a shy smile as she jogged back on defense, to which Breanna responded by holding up three fingers.

Sabrina nudged her.

“I thought you were rooting for the huskies?”

“Kid got hit hard, I just felt for her, she was nervous. Sometimes you just need a little encouragement,”

It was like Sydney went back to teaching a masterclass, shooting some ridiculous shots that Breanna wasn’t even sure how they were sinking.

But it was the last shot, a half court heave when the buzzer was running down.

Kentucky didn’t need the shot; they were still up by 13.

But, of course, the shot sunk.

And Kentucky fans went nuts.

Sydney met Breanna’s gaze from half court, and she surprised Breanna by mouthed ‘thank you’ before being swarmed by her team.

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Breanna and Sabrina were still in their seats post-game, having been chatting with fans and hoopers from other teams when Sabrina dropped a bomb on her.

“You know, Sydney’s been pretty outspoken about you being her inspiration since your UConn days. She’s always said you were someone she wanted to meet and play under,” Sabrina mentioned with a side eye.

Breanna met her stare and followed the motion she made to where Sydney was doing a post-game interview, close to them.

Breanna caught Sabrina’s drift and made her way over to where Sydney was standing.

“So, Sydney, we caught a little interaction between you and Stewie during that third quarter when you were in a shooting drought. How was playing in front of your idol, knowing that you upset her huskies?” The interviewer asked Sydney, both of them unaware of Breanna who was walking up.

“Oh gosh, I hope she’s not too upset with me. I’ve always loved watching Stewie hoop, she’s been my inspiration for forever, I’ve always wanted to play in front of her and hopefully impress her,” Sydney said with a humble smile, obviously a little nervous.

Breanna chose this moment to walk up behind Sydney and sling an arm around her shoulders, smiling down at her, then at the cameras.

“Hopefully? I’m pretty impressed, wildcat. I don’t think it was necessary to do my huskies that dirty though,”

Sydney snapped her head so fast she probably got whiplash, hand coming to cover her mouth as her eyes immediately teared up at the sight of her idol. Breanna opened her arms with a grin, to which Sydney happily threw herself into, hugging Breanna tight around the middle.

Luckily, the interviewer got the hint and left them alone, walking off to get an interview with Georgia Amoore.

Breanna stepped back from Sydney, smiling down at the girl.

“That was insane, I was unfamiliar with your game but damn girl, that was amazing to watch. I’m impressed,” Sydney smiled up with a tearful gaze, overwhelmed by the presence of her inspiration.

“Thank you so much, I’m so sorry for the dramatics, I’ve just wanted to meet you for forever,” Breanna waved her apology off, pulling the girl back into a hug.

The two were interrupted by the announcer calling for all the seniors on both teams to come to the center of the court to be recognized with their families.

Breanna pulled away from the girl, expecting her to run off to meet her family, but was surprised when she made no move to leave.

Breanna noticed the devastated look on her face.

“Are you going to go meet your family?” Breanna asked quietly.

Sydney stiffened, looking everywhere but at Breanna.

“They’re not here,”

And suddenly, Breanna had a spark of recognition. The leaked story from months ago, a Kentucky basketball player had been completely disowned and cut off from her family. In the moment she had thought it was extremely disrespectful to share that sensitive information, but in this moment, she realized the player they had been talking about was Sydney Captain.

Breanna felt helpless as she saw every other senior being escorted to the court by their family, lining up to be recognized.

The star of Kentucky’s team should be there too.

Before Breanna could think it through, she held out her arm to the smaller girl.

“May I escort you?” She asked with a goofy but soft smile.

It was like every ounce of tension left Sydney’s body as she smiled up at the pro, taking her arm in her hand.

“I would love that,”

Breanna noticed the confused looks from the UConn players as she escorted Sydney back onto the court.

Kentucky players and fans, however, knew all about Sydney’s situation.

And they went nuts.

Breanna swore she had never heard her name being chanted as loudly as she did while she stood proudly beside the player she met just minutes before.

Breanna watched the players get recognized before her, not wanting to mess up for Sydney.

When it was Sydney’s turn, Breanna led her forward, took the flowers from the announcer and handed them to her.

The both of them posed and smiled at the cameras, Breanna noticed the grip Sydney had on her arm.

“You’re doing great,” She murmured down to the smaller girl.

Sydney took a deep breath at that, smiling up at Breanna.

Neither of them were thinking about the cameras, but all of them were trained onto the unlikely pair.

The headlines were sure to read: Breanna Stewart, the notorious Husky is bleeding a different shade of blue.

But Breanna didn’t care.

Not right now.

--

Breanna had wanted to take the younger girl to dinner with her and Sabrina after the game, but remembered the epic parties she attended during her UConn days after a championship and didn’t want Sydney to miss that.

But she did insist on exchanging numbers with her, telling her to text her the next day and she would take her to lunch.

She didn’t miss the massive blush on Sydney’s face when she said that.

She also didn’t miss the glance back that Sydney sent her way as she was being swept out of the arena by her team.

This girl was going to be the death of her.

Post Championships – Portland

Breanna had stayed true to her word, taking Sydney to a late lunch the next day. She had expected a more hungover player, but Sydney informed her that she rarely drank enough to get even a headache, much less a hangover.

Breanna was impressed at her self-control but kept that much to herself.

They chatted about anything and everything over sandwiches at a local hole-in-the-wall in downtown Portland.

Halfway through their lunch, Breanna had a thought about the WNBA draft next week.

“Hey Sydney, how are you getting to New York for the draft?” Sydney froze, looking extremely guilty.

“I-uh I wasn’t going to go. My coach said I could still get drafted even if I wasn’t there since I declared,”

Breanna felt her eyebrows shoot to the ceiling.

“You don’t want to go?”

“Of course I want to go, it’s just not ... realistic for me. I’ll have to pay to move to a new city soon and that will already drain my savings. Flying and paying for a hotel in New York is just … not realistic,” Sydney said, mumbling the last few words, looking down at her sandwich.

Breanna couldn’t believe it for a split second, then remembered.

This girl was completely cut off from her family, she had played basketball for four years, collegiate basketball didn’t exactly leave much time for a job. She was most likely basically broke.

This was so unfair.

“I’m flying back to New York at the end of this week, come with me?” Breanna found herself saying before she could think it through.

Sydney’s face flushed and she squirmed in her seat.

“Breanna, I can’t afford a ticket,” She admitted.

“I’ll pay,”

…

“I can’t let you do that,”

“I’m not asking. You can’t miss your own draft. You can stay with me; I’ll cover everything and get you a flight back.”

Sydney was left gapping at the pro.

“-Bre-”

“I’m not arguing about this. Unless you can look me in the eyes and say you don’t want this, then it’s happening and I won’t hear anything else about it,”

Sydney tried to get words out, but couldn’t bring herself to lie to the pro.

She looked down at her sandwich and nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

“I’ll pay you back-”

“No, you won’t, it’s a gift. You don’t pay gifts back,”

Sydney swallowed her pride, looking up at the pro with tear filled eyes.

“I’ll never forget this, thank you Breanna,”

Breanna smirked back at her.

“Don’t mention it,”

Flight to New York – Pre-Draft Night

Sydney didn’t think to mention that it was her first time on a plane. She hadn’t really thought about that in the days leading up to the flight, she had so much going on.

Sydney didn’t own much, she had packed up her dorm back in Kentucky before even going to the National Championship, knowing she would have to move soon.

That made packing for New York easy.

But that wasn’t important, what was important was that she was sitting on the plane in a seat next to Breanna, moving onto the runway, scared out of her mind.

Breanna hadn’t noticed, thank the lord.

Sydney might’ve just about died inside if Breanna noticed.

The woman was already doing so much for her, there was no way she was going to bug her about her stupid fear of flying that she didn’t even realize she had.

So, she just sat quietly while Breanna talked beside her, her hands gripping the armrests.

She was a little in her own world as the plane started down the runway, trying to distract herself from what was happening and keep it together for the woman beside her.

Sydney jumped a little bit when Breanna reached a hand over to softly detached her grip from the armrest.

Breanna didn’t acknowledge it as she interlaced their fingers, giving her hand a soft squeeze. Somehow, this made Sydney feel just a little bit better.

Breanna started asking her about where in the draft she thought she would go, where did she want to live, small questions that subtly took Sydney’s mind off of what was happening.

Breanna didn’t let go of her hand once they were in the air, seeming to understand that Sydney needed that quiet support.

It was a long flight, from Portland to New York.

Breanna filled the time, keeping Sydney distracted by talking about New York, giving her heads ups about what it would be like when they landed.

But Sydney found herself drifting away, lulled to sleep by Breanna’s rhythmic way of talking. She didn’t notice herself leaning towards Breanna.

Breanna noticed, watching the slow lean of Sydney with amusement in her gaze. She pushed the armrest in between them up and out of the way, letting Sydney lean completely into her side.

She slipped her arm around the smaller girl’s shoulders, noticing the way Sydney unconsciously snuggled into her side.

Breanna smiled to herself, holding the smaller girl in silence, letting her sleep for the rest of the flight.

--

Sydney didn’t wake up until they were landing. She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed to have been sleeping on Breanna for hours or scared of landing.

But then Breanna pulled her back into her side and Sydney forgot to feel anything.

Breanna took over as they got off the plane, she got Sydney’s bag for her, led Sydney through the airport, and got them onto the train into New York City.

Sydney felt like her brain was turned off around Breanna.

Which was nice for her, she had never been to NYC before and was in awe of the skyscrapers as the train pulled closer.

Breanna took her hand as they got off the train and didn’t let go, keeping her close as they made their way to the subway system.

Sydney had completely turned her brain off at this point, following Breanna happily through the subway tunnels until they got on their train.

Breanna had basically decided she was completely in charge of Sydney and had no issue putting her hands on the smaller woman’s hips, moving her exactly where she wanted her. On the first train, it wasn’t crowded and Sydney stood beside Breanna. On the second and third, Breanna kept her in front of her, pressed against her chest with a hand resting at her hips.

And Sydney wasn’t sure if she had ever felt so … safe in her life. The few days she had spent with Breanna at this point had been some of the best in her life.

Breanna made her feel wanted, she was interested in her, and she didn’t push about the important stuff.

Sydney was sure Breanna had read the disgusting new story about her getting disowned, she had seen it on Breanna’s face back at the National Championship.

But Breanna never brought it up.

And Sydney was grateful for that.

Breanna continued with this all the way till they got to her apartment, keeping a hand on Sydney the entire time. Whether it was a subtle hand on the small of her back, around her shoulders, around her waist, or holding her hand, Breanna noticed the contact made Sydney calmer, so she kept it the entire time.

It definitely wasn’t an excuse to touch the younger woman.

Not at all.

Once they arrived at Breanna’s apartment, Breanna insisted that Sydney would take her room.

“There’s no way a National Champion is sleeping on the couch,”

“Bre, you’re a four-time National Champion?”

“My house, my rules kid,”

--

The draft wasn’t for a few days, so Breanna took the time to show Sydney everywhere around New York.

It was Sydney’s first time out of Kentucky, so she was in awe of the city the entire time.

Breanna showed her some of her favorite spots, taking them to eat at anything from touristy traps to hole in the wall places Sydney would have never noticed.

Sydney felt honored to be invited into Breanna’s favorite spots, several of the restaurants greeted her like an old friend, in turn treating Sydney like she was an esteemed guest.

And Sydney didn’t miss the easy contact with Breanna.

It wasn’t that Sydney hadn’t dated before, she had her own share of girlfriends, she was a collegiate basketball player after all.

It just never felt easy, never so comfortable.

Not like it was with Breanna.

Sydney had to keep telling herself to not get her hopes up, Breanna was 8 years her senior.

That didn’t stop the butterflies that filled her chest every time Breanna intertwines their fingers like they had been doing it for years.

Sydney had always had a crush on the woman from afar for years, since she started playing a Kentucky and saw Breanna courtside at an SEC game.

But she always assumed it was just a little crush.

Then it was the first night in New York. Sydney was laying in Breanna’s bed, surrounded by the scent of Breanna, with the knowledge that she was just on the other side of the wall.

But she was hit with such a wave of anxiety and homesickness as she laid in that bed, thinking about the draft and listening to the sirens and traffic just outside her window.

Kentucky was so quiet, nothing compared to this.

Sydney didn’t know what made Breanna come in to check on her, but she was infinitely grateful she did.

Breanna took one look at her and ended up sitting in the bed beside her, softly running her blunt fingernails over Sydney’s forearm and yapping about anything and everything.

Sydney didn’t know when she fell asleep, but she woke up around 4am, cuddled into Breanna’s side with the older woman asleep, an arm lazily draped around her.

She wasn’t sure what to think about it, but she was so comfortable and happy that she just snuggled closer and fell back asleep.

They didn’t acknowledge it the next morning, but the next night, Breanna got into bed with Sydney like they had been doing it all their lives.

Sydney had slept soundly ever since.

--

T – 6 hours till Draft Night

One thing Sydney had never realized was the fashion that went into draft night. Everyone showed up and showed out.

All she had was a simple black dress – and no heels.

Breanna noticed, of course she noticed.

But two hours later, a friend of hers, a stylist, was at Breanna’s door. Breanna swore the stylist was for her but just happened to have some pieces in Sydney’s size.

Sydney didn’t buy it one bit. But Breanna looked so happy when the stylist pulled out a floor length stunner of a dress that she conceded and put it on.

The stylist accessorized her with silver jewelry, styled her mane of curly hair, and adjusted the dress so it hung like it was made for her.

When Sydney finally saw herself in the mirror, she had to admit that she looked good.

The dress was tight until about mid-thigh, where it started to flaw just a hair. The neckline dipped low, almost to her sternum, showing off some cleavage and the dainty silver necklace. The look was finished with heels that suddenly gave Sydney an extra four inches in height.

Sydney knew she looked good in black, but damn this was new. She looked hot.

Then Breanna walked in.

She was in a fitted black suit, silver jewelry that subtly matched Sydney’s. Black boots that gave the already tall woman an extra inch or two, and a white button up underneath, the top few buttons left undone.

Their eyes met and Sydney felt her body heat up as Breanna’s gaze raked her body.

“You look amazing,” Breanna said, eyes showing her sincerity.

“Bre, you look amazing, oh my gosh,” Sydney breathed back, not able to take her eyes off of the older woman.

Breanna shot her a soft smile and walked a circle around Sydney, nodding her approval.

The stylist mentioned having other clients before the draft and took her leave after subtly handing Breanna a bill.

Breanna pocketed the bill, happy to see Sydney didn’t notice.

Sydney was looking at herself in the full-length mirror in Breanna’s living room, smiling as Breanna walked up behind her.

“We look good together, Bre,” Sydney said, meeting Breanna’s eyes through the mirror. Breanna nodded her agreement, not hiding the way she let her eyes rake over Sydney’s figure.

“A picture would last longer,” Sydney said softly, looking up at Breanna through her long eyelashes.

Breanna’s eyebrows raised at Sydney’s forwardness, but smirked. She got closer, letting Sydney’s back rest against her chest, sliding her hand around Sydney’s waist to hold her hip, and using her other hand to take the mirror picture, not bothering to hide her smirk.

Sydney liked the casual way Breanna held her, like she owned her, like it wasn’t even a question of who Sydney belonged to.

Maybe her crush on Breanna wasn’t as out of pocket as she thought.

Draft Night – Red Carpet

Sydney knew there was a red carpet to walk at the draft, but it hadn’t quite hit her until she walked closer with Breanna.

Paige Beuckers was currently walking it, all confident smiles and easy poses.

Sydney didn’t think she could do it as good as Paige.

Breanna was watching Paige as well, deep in thought.

“Hey Syd? You don’t have to say yes, but do you want me to walk it with you?” Breanna glanced down; eyebrow raised in question.

Sydney let a grin take over her face at the thought of not facing the cameras alone.

“I’d love that, Bre,”

So that’s what they did. Breanna had done this plenty, she kept a hand snaked around Sydney’s waist as they walked the carpet, stopping them at all the right places, whispering which way to look, when to smile and when to look more serious.

Sydney could hear the talks, the cameras were eating up her and Breanna, wondering if they were here as friends or something more.

And Sydney was nothing if not an instigator.

So, she turned her body slightly for the next round of pictures, putting a hand on Breanna’s chest and gazing up at her like she hung the stars.

Because let’s be real, she might as well have in Sydney’s eyes.

Breanna caught right on, angling her body to Sydney, looking down at her with an easy smirk and tightening her hold on her waist, other hand easily resting in the pocket of her suit pants.

The flashes of the cameras doubled; all attention trained on the pair as they slowly forgot about their surroundings.

Sydney had the fleeting wish that she could reach up, grab the taller woman’s tie and pull her down for a kiss.

But she didn’t, not here.

Maybe later.

Breanna giggled as they made their way off the carpet, exchanging her hand around Sydney’s waist for an arm out for her to hold.

“I could feel you wobbling the entire walk, hold onto me. I’ll catch you if you fall but I doubt you want that at your draft night,” She ended her statement with a wink, causing Sydney to roll her eyes, because of course Breanna Stewart would effortlessly flirt in this moment.

Breanna got them to their seats even as they were stopped every few steps by either Breanna’s colleagues or other college players.

Paige and Azzi were there, congratulating Sydney on an awesome championship game, promising they’d get her in their next matchup.

Paige gave Breanna a hard time for rooting for Kentucky in the game, to which Breanna smirked and said she couldn’t root against Sydney.

Azzi shot Sydney a raised eyebrow at that, to which Sydney answered with a fast blush.

Georgia came by at one point, hugging Sydney and wishing her luck.

The majority of the New York Liberty team was present, the draft being in New York after all. They all came over at some point or another, greeting Sydney excitedly and giggling like they knew something she didn’t.

Even Coach Sandy came over at one point, clapping her on the shoulder and wishing her luck before whispering something to Breanna that left her with a massive grin.

Breanna waved Sydney off when she sent her a questioning look.

And then the night started.

Paige was, of course, first pick, making her way up to receive her brand-new Dallas Wings jersey.

Sydney was having a great time, cheering for every player as they were drafted. She hadn’t looked at any mock drafts before coming, not wanting to get her hopes up. She assumed she would be middle of the pack in the second round – definitely not first.

So, she was a little confused when she noticed cameras starting to train on her after the sixth pick was called.

Then –

“And with the seventh overall pick in the 2025 WNBA Draft, the New York Liberty select, Sydney Captain from the University of Kentucky!”

Sydney felt her world slow down. She barely registered Breanna leaping to her feet beside her as she looked open mouthed at the older woman.

She numbly got to her feet and embraced Breanna. As Breanna wrapped her arms around her, she finally heard the cheers around her and felt the impact of what just happened, she was drafted by the Liberty.

Breanna whispered how proud she was, then nudged her in the direction of the stage.

Sydney felt herself tear up as she climbed the stairs to the stage, accepting the jersey and smiling at the cameras trained to her.

The moment seemed to last forever and just for a second at the same time, before Sydney knew it, she was heading off stage to the post – interview.

“Sydney, how are you feeling?”

“This doesn’t feel real, I never expected to go first round and I’m just so grateful to be here. I really just wanted a chance and I’m so thankful to the Liberty for giving me one,”

The interviewer smiled at her, holding the mic a little closer.

“You and Breanna Stewart seem to have a very close relationship, she was the one that escorted you here today, what does it mean to you to be drafted to the same team as her?”

Sydney let out a small laugh, still not able to believe it.

“Breanna is the best, she’s been nothing short of perfect since I met her. It means everything to be able to spend my rookie year on the same team as her. I’m sure I’m going to learn so much,”

“Congratulations Sydney, go enjoy your draft night,”

“Thank you,”

Post Draft Night – Afterparty

Breanna swore the afterparties were the best part of draft night, so she was leading the way as they walked the few blocks to the afterparty.

“You knew I was going to the Liberty, didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t sure, after the championship game I submitted your name myself to the board for approval. We weren’t sure who we were going for at that point. It didn’t take much convincing for them to consider you. What Sandy told me when we were sitting down was that the board decided on you,” Breanna said with a smile, wrapped a protective arm around Sydney’s shoulders.

Sydney had never felt so … happy. Walking the streets of her new home, with her new favorite person, she didn’t think life could get any better.

But she knew she had to do something before the season started.

“Hey Bre?” Sydney stopped walking, causing Breanna to stop to.

“What’s up?”

“I gotta tell you something, and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way or if you never want to talk to me again or if you think I’m weird or -”

Breanna softly took her cheek in her hand, tilting Sydney’s head up to meet her eyes.

“Slow down, tell me what’s up,”

Sydney swallowed and took a deep breath.

“I really like you. Like a lot, like a lot a lot. Like I want to take you on a date-”

Sydney didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence, because Breanna leaned down and cut her off with the softest kiss Sydney had ever received.

Sydney was frozen for a split second before wrapping her arms around Breanna’s neck and smiling into the kiss.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Breanna murmured against her lips.

Sydney let out a small giggle, pulling back just enough to look up at the older woman.

“So, like, is that a yes orrrr?”

Breanna rolled her eyes in amusement.

“It’s a yes,”

Sydney shot her a big smile before doing what she had been wanting to do all night.

Which was reach up, grab Breanna’s tie, and pull the taller woman down for a kiss.

[sydsfandomhub]

GODBOX AU- SMG9's Possession

hihihi!! I know I'm a bit late, but I wanted in on this too! @grinnames

I hope this isn't inaccurate to Godbox!Four's characterization at all. I really like this AU. I'm not an active SMG4 artist, but I really wanted to show off my skills for this because I love your art so much! I also included a drawing because I had already started it earlier but finally gained muse to finish it, haha.

Story under the cut! Warning for body horror, obviously

SMG9 had gotten lost again.

She was used to visiting SMG4’s universe, having grown fond of the blue meme guardian as the two talked more and more. However, this particular time, she couldn’t find Four anywhere. And even worse, she could barely find her way around.

This place LOOKED like the Mushroom Kingdom, but something about it was off.

There was a pit deep in her stomach, and she had 0 idea what the cause of it was. No matter. The feline meme guardian wasn’t going to back down now. 

Especially when she caught sight of SMG4 in her green eyed gaze.

“Ah- Four! Hey! Fooourr!!”

She called out, beginning to run towards the older male. Huh. Was it just her or did SMG4 get taller…

And did he always have raccoon ears and a tail? At least, a furrier tail.

She stops in her tracks for a moment, looking the figure up and down.

“......Four? T-that IS you, right..?”

Before she can say anything else, the being suddenly appears closer to her, face sporting a wicked grin. 

“Well well well~ Looks like curiosity really DOES do things to cats. How silly!”

The being cackled, his tail wagging in amusement. “Who are you, kitty???”

Nine sported a mixture of confusion and terror. This wasn’t Four.. but.. It looked so much like him.

“...U-um. Nine. SMG9.” She greeted, ears flattening against her head as she noticed the creature’s grin switch to a scowl almost immediately.

“.....Oooohhhh, I get it. You’re similar to those murderers, huh? Except. I’ve never heard of a “Nine” before. I thought it stopped at 4.” The creature was pacing around Nine now, the feline’s tail going between her legs due to nerves.

“Um. I’m like.. Kinda new?? Along with 10-”

“THERE’S A 10??? JEEZ, I’M BEHIND.” The creature stops, eyes glowing yellow as his grin returns, before he begins to cackle with laughter.

“Oh man. You’re interesting. I like you. I do! But…. You’re kinda boring like this. I could make this fun! It’s like a game of sorts! What do you think???”

The creature stood up to full height, staring expectantly at SMG9. 

“Be sure to answer quickly, would you?” He chuckled, before his tone suddenly switched. “I’m getting impatient.”

Nine squeaked in a panic, beginning to back up. She wasn’t enjoying this at all. She just wanted her Four back.

“N- you know what?? I don’t think I do. Um. I think I’m actually going to leave now-”

She began to run away, the creature staying still for a moment, before his grin went from ear to ear, his own ears and tail perking up with intrigue.

“Aww, kitty!! I never said you had a choice.” 

Within seconds, the creature had reached the other side of Nine, suddenly jumping on her and pinning her to the ground. The feline hissed and yowled in a panic, trying to get the being off her. But it was too late. The creature began to possess her, Nine’s body shifting to account for this. Her fur became darker and fluffier, eyes shifting from green to red with yellowish sclera, almost like an actual cat. Her ears and tail seemed to merge with his, creating some sort of raccoon cat hybrid features, with the protrusion points bleeding profusely. Her paws shifted to grow sharper claws, ones that seemed to pierce through her own skin, as her  It felt like agony all over, Nine screaming in pain as the process happened.

And then… it all went dark.

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

[myokk]

fast sketch of Sebastian and my mc, Eloise💓💓💓 I love them so much 🤧

Also!! You guys 😭😭 thank you so so so much for all the love, I can’t believe you like my sketches so much♥️♥️♥️🥰💓😘 I love reading all of your comments, hashtags, etc. it makes me smile so much so thank you !!💓

[balls-in-yo-jaws69]

I leave tumblr for TWO DAYS and all I see is an absolute mess when I’m back

I get being put off by the patreon but THREATS??? That’s way too fucking far.

[crossbackpoke-check]

find a blorbo (nhl tag game)

RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.

tagged by @bondedpairs!! when i say too many teams to count and here for the narrative um. i may not have lied. this is not an extensive list of my blorbos but in order to make it not ten thousand years long i made up the rule that i had to do it straight from memory :)

anaheim ducks: as evidenced by recent events i DO like mason mctavish and trevor zegras but i have to honor laura and mention troy terry and beloved goalie gibbie*

boston bruins: oh for sure brad marchand… can i say patrice? one of the charlies got traded but i think mcavoy is still there because gryz is gone, brandon carlo is there still i think

buffalo sabres: cozens & thompson, owen power, rasmus dahlin, ukko pekka luukkonen

calgary flames: is chris tanev still here? is markstrom still here?? noah hanifin?? as a last resort i’ll say blasty

carolina hurricanes: aho & jarvy & teuvo teravainen & brent burns is still playing maybe? i know sepe got traded

chicago hockey: the bedsy narrative is compelling but ANDREAS ATHANASIOU MY BELOVED reunited with tyler bertuzzi… that’s the real story. also i like foligno

colorado avalanche: gabe landeskog, whatever ross colton & miles wood have going on, natemac + jo, mikko

columbus blue jackets: have long been on the merzlikins train, have been swayed to the darkside of umich boys (brindley, kent johnson, fantilli, blankenburg who is now on nsh)

dallas stars: seggy! mush! roope + miro and otter and robo and wyjo (rip ty dellandrea) and harls! etc.

detroit red wings: MOST players. dilly larks, moritz seider, jv, raymond, rasmussen, kitty, lyon, etc except for k*ne

edmonton oilers: mcdrai, ofc. nugent-hopkins, nursey, rip vinny & skinny

florida panthers: tkachuk, reinhardt, sasha barkov, verhaeghe (is there still?)

los angeles kings: adrian kempe… kevin fiala… danault… quinton byfield & alex turcotte

minnesota wild: kirill, marat, fleury, brodes, fabes, boldy, moose, middsy, spurge… god’s perfect idiots

montreal canadiens: going out on a limb here to say martin st. louis but also xhekaj (both), slafkovský, suzuki, my austrian reinbacher, yes fine cole caufield

nashville predators: MOST BEAUTIFUL D PAIR IN THE WORLD GRADY SKJEI AND ROMAN JOSI!! juuse, evangelista, isn’t stamkos there and also someone else who absolutely should not be

new jersey devils: nico… tuna (tatar), dawson mercer, siegenthaler, dougie hamilton, yes the hugheses whatever

new york islanders: barzy, zeeker & marty, anders lee, noah dobson lol

new york rangers: mika & chris, lafrenière & k’andre, shesterkin

philadelphia flyers: frosty & beezer and tk and sanny and the new baby michkov and coots and scooty loots and foerster etc etc. you know the Guys

pittsburgh penguins: the two headed monster but also compelled by rutger mcgroarty, and kevin hayes was there!!!

ottawa senators: timmy stü & brady! josh norris! the evolution of shane pinto! ullmark now and brännström and claude giroux and chabot

san jose sharks: ekky, thrun, mario, borde, logan couture, shakir, that other vaguely blond rookie

seattle kraken: brandon tanev, andre burakovsky! grubauer & d’accord also

st. louis blues: jordan kyrou, nathan walker (is still there?), rob thomas? is parayako still there?

tampa bay lightning: hedman, point, they dumped so many guys after the cup run… is kucherov still there or is he in nashville?? anthony cirelli (notable for being made out with by pat maroon)

toronto maple leafs: mitch, jt, willy, alex nylander, kniesy, dewar, et

utah hockey: crouse, keller, tuba

vancouver canucks: quinn, brock, petey, jt, garly, höggy, i want to say dakota johnson, elias lindholm?

vegas golden knights: brandon montour is here now… alex pietrangelo, so sorry to one i can’t remember who loves the lions it will come back to me

washington capitals: full of love and stupidity. oshie, nicke/ovi, pierre-luc dubois, dowd, vrána, milano

winnipeg jets: adam lowry!! josh morissey and kc and morgan barron, also vladdy my beloved

tagging @stillfertile + @colap1nto + @songsandswords + @moregraceful if they haven’t done it yet, i know they follow at least a couple teams. if anybody else wants to play i love adopting blorbos!!

[acebytaemin]

top 5 drinks or drink traditions (like idk the way they mix soju and beer in korea, local way to prepare tea, no cappuccino past 12 in italy etc.)

oh i LOVE this tysm <33

1. PRIJATNA KAFICA there’s a whole meme about it right now LMAO it’s basically ‘pleasant coffee <3’ and coffee is a diminutive in the phrase and it looks like this:

to mimic the way your auntie would post abt it on her Facebook & it means the tradition of drinking coffee (usually strong enough to give you a heart attack & made in a cezve or džezva as we call it ofc none of that coffee machine stuff) for an hour or two in the morning and chilling and enjoying life before starting w your day 🙂‍↕️

2. bubble tea [rubs hands deviously while glancing over at lino]

3. CHAI LATTE 🤎🤎🤎 my one issue is i had a café in london that made this incredible authentic chai latte and i can’t find one as good anywhere here 😔

4. LEMONADE being just literal squeezed fresh lemon juice + water here and my london friend (used to carbonated sweet lemonade) ordered it when she was here to visit me and physically gagged after taking her first sip it was THE funniest thing ever to me. dw i bought her her sweetened carbonated drink and i drank her lemonade with gusto 🫶🏻

5. cedevita! it’s a powder you dissolve in water usually orange or lemon flavor and it’s sooo good i could drink it by the litre 🧡💛

[a-very-fond-farewell]

WIP tag game :D

thank you for tagging me @thepacifisticherbivore ! so.. there’s a few that I abandoned, some have never passed the planning stage, but this should be fun :)

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Lamb Loose (Evilive) [post-canon] -> on ao3/in full swing!

Children of the Red Dust (Word of Honor) [modern!au] -> on ao3/hiatus

The Way Home (Winter Begonia) [canon divergence] -> on ao3/hiatus

Untitled Office Drama (crossover: Unicorn & The Auditors) [it’s crack my dudes] -> draft

blownasunder (The Devil Judge) [alternate universe] -> draft

necRomance (Mo Dao Zu Shi) [modern!au + crack] -> on ao3/discontinued

Her Majesty’s Pleasure (Far from the Madding Crowd) [post-canon] -> draft

Violations (Star Wars: The Acolyte) [modern!au] -> draft

Mária of the Moon (original fiction) -> draft

Secular Games (original fiction) -> draft

since I cannot possibly tag 10 whole people... I’ll tag @fismoll7secinv and @amethystina bc they are great writers and my friends ;x; (but I shall also tag @shhhsoftnwet bc maybe she would like some spoilers idk 👀 and @nevolos bc they are just the sweetest 💕) & anyone who would like to take part in this.. please do! you can tag me as well, so I can snoop around your wips eheh

[of course there’s no pressure to participate, it’s ok darlings :* take care]

[keepswingin]

From a distance your icon looks like the Bride of Frankenstein and I love it.

Hahaha you know what it kinda has that could be anything look…leave it to me to find the icon that can be anything from a distance 😎😂